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“Between you and me,” Pansy whispered into her ear, “I hope you take Jed Marshall out. Shoot to kill, girl. Shoot to kill.”
Genevieve’s eyes widened. “You know who I am?”
Pansy nodded. “I’ve been on Mr. Cole’s senior staff for eight years. The lead security team had you flagged with strict instructions to look for Marshal if you entered one of Mr. Cole’s casinos. Honestly, it took some convincing from Mr. Cole for me to want to work with you today. Marshal is a menace.” She shook her head. “Bad, bad news that man is. My brother worked for his network, got hooked on drugs when he was sixteen, and if Marshal hadn’t been ‘the law’ in this town, I would have liked to think it would have ended differently for him.”
Genevieve cringed, already suspecting the answer, but she couldn’t help but ask. “How did it end?”
“My brother is in heaven, watching down after us all.”
“I’m sorry. I know the ruin Marshal has brought so many. I’ve experienced it firsthand, and I assure you I’ll end him if I can.”
Pansy blinked before a slow grin took hold. “Let me show you a few more items I’ve got for you to use at your disposal, Ms. Hart. We’ll train on them over the next few days.”
“Genevieve, please.”
Pansy nodded in acknowledgment. “Genevieve.”
Several hours later, Genevieve shed her gym clothes, shoved them into her new locker, showered, and made her way up to the villa, joining Brendan at a patio table on the terrace for dinner. After a lengthy discussion about what she’d learned from Pansy while he restlessly supported her every word, Genevieve admitted she was really sore, tired, and ready for bed.
Bouncing his knee, Brendan rubbed his hands up and down his slacks. “Want me to join you?”
So cute! “Always.”
He nodded, his jaw twitching. Her adorable man was adorably nervous. She needed to get him over the hump of his virginity, so he didn’t even blink an eye when they went to bed. When it came to her, he should never be worried about a thing.
He cleared his throat. “You said you’re tired, we’ll tuck you in and?—”
Genevieve stood up, walked over to his chair, and straddled him, sitting on his lap. “Brendan,” she whispered, “is sleep really what you want?” She rocked her hips, letting her jegging-clad core glide enticingly over his erection. “Or do you want inside me?”
Silking his hands through her hair, Brendan released a husky breath, bracing his forehead against hers. “Inside you, but only if that’s what you really want.”
Holding his eyes, she slowly unbuckled his slacks, sliding her hand inside his boxers and palming his thick length.
“Gen,” Brendan groaned, “god, that feels good.” He rocked against her hand. “If you ask me to make love to you tonight, I’m not going to stop you this time. Not after hearing how you feel about me. Are you sure you want this? There’s no hurry.”
“Very. I want you to lose yourself inside me. I want to hear every naughty word your brilliant mind has ever thought. There’s nothing you can say or do that will ever be too much for me. You’re just too fucking sweet for that.”
“Maybe I’m not as sweet as you think.”
“Show me,” she challenged. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Gen.” He released a tentative laugh. “I think my words are much cockier than my experience here. You’re going to have to show me. If I’m being honest, I’m a little terrified that I’ll screw this up and you won’t be turned on by?—”
She placed her fingers over his mouth to silence his unnecessary monologue of worries, stood, and pulled him toward the patio door. “I love you, Brendan. I can assure you that I’ll be turned on by everything you do. Come on. We’ll start with the missionary position. You’ll love it, and I will, too. I’d argue it’s the most intimate. I’ll ask you your opinion in a few months when we’ve explored them all.”
“A few months?”
She giggled. “Yeah, there’s a lot we can do. Some things I think my bad boy is going to have to work up to.”
“Gen, don’t baby me. I can take it.”
“Mm…can you?”
Brendan blushed but nodded. “Anything you want me to do.”
Genevieve pulled him through the villa, shut the master bedroom doors, and shed her clothes, flopping down on the bed. “Let’s start with what you did to me last night.” She motioned a finger at him. “Clothes off, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” his husky voice returned.
