Man Down by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beach Path Publishing, LLC

Six

Mission Impossible

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The look on Bree's face was priceless. She gasped and tried to jerk away. “Let go of me."

He held on and hustled her to a chair before gently shoving her into it. "I'm kidding, but don't push it, or I will until I take out this spy ring."

Her gold eyes pleaded with him. "A, I want to help."

He had a weakness for those eyes, that look. He felt it all the way to his toes. As if she knew, her gaze dropped to his lower half and his cock gave a little kick. He saw her bite the inside of her lip.

Standing there in nothing but a towel, it was a struggle to keep his mind off her full mouth and what it had done to certain parts of his anatomy in the past. His body urged him to snatch her up and bend her over the table—she’d seemed willing enough earlier, but then again, maybe she just wanted to steal his keycard.

That was always the problem—he never knew for sure what she was after, hiding, or how she felt about him. Part of it was the fact she's been trained as a spy, the other because she simply didn't share herself with anyone. She'd admitted that to him long ago. After she lost her mother, who was also her best friend, she never believed she could find anyone she could love and trust as much. Not even her Uncle Martin, whom she adored. She’d admitted it was a flaw in her system, one she couldn't get over no matter how she tried.

He moved heaven and hell to prove to her she could trust him, and done everything he could to try and understand this quirk in her personality. After all the psychological training as a spy, he believed it had something to do with her father and the fact he'd died when she was only seven. He and Bree's mother apparently had fallen in love at first sight and enjoyed an amazing marriage until the Marine was killed in action. Aidan believed it wasn't so much that Bree didn't trust people, she simply didn't trust life not to snatch away those she loved, unexpectedly.

She came out of the chair and stood right in front of him. She’d changed into another dress, this one a deep purple, and four inch heels. She was still a good six inches shorter than him and he held still as he looked down into her eyes, her hands tracing over the tattoo on his chest. “Please, Aidan. I don't trust Moreau, and you shouldn't either. I have a team with considerable skills and resources outside the CIA that I can call on to help make sure you don't get burned by him or the Agency. I won't interfere with whatever you have planned, just let me do some digging and back you up."

She smelled like flowers and cinnamon, her fingers light and teasing on his pecs. It was hard to concentrate.

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