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Catching a beautiful woman when she threw herself at him was the easiest thing Dex ever had to do. Resisting that same woman… not so easy.
The first press of her lips to his was sloppy and uncoordinated and d**k-hardening. He indulged in her for a moment, admitting only in that brief pause of sanity that he never wanted to let go.
But he had to. She was scared, overwhelmed, emotionally spent, and he was there to protect her. She didn’t really want him, he knew that. He was convenient, and temporary.
Reasoning with himself was almost impossible. He wanted her, so much he could taste it around the edges of her perfectly plump lips and tantalizing tongue, but he was working. He was on the job. And the job required keeping her safe, not sated.
Dex allowed himself one more mind-numbing m
