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Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Four

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“I should be.” The words came out a pitch higher than she intended. “I’m not the one who got shot at for a livin’. I’m not the one who’s seen combat. You went through way worse and you’re fine, so I should be fine.”

“That’s not how it works.” His hand stroked through her hair, slow and soothing. “Post-traumatic stress disorder doesn’t care about what you should be able to handle. It just is. And what you went through, watching Jon die, being shot at, thinking you were going to die, that’s traum
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  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Four

    “I should be.” The words came out a pitch higher than she intended. “I’m not the one who got shot at for a livin’. I’m not the one who’s seen combat. You went through way worse and you’re fine, so I should be fine.”“That’s not how it works.” His hand stroked through her hair, slow and soothing. “Post-traumatic stress disorder doesn’t care about what you should be able to handle. It just is. And what you went through, watching Jon die, being shot at, thinking you were going to die, that’s traumatic. You’re allowed to struggle with it. It’s okay that you need help to get over it. Everyone handles seeing or experiencing violence differently. I would be more worried if you hadn’t felt upset. This shows you care. But it needs to be dealt with. You need to talk to someone who can help you cope.”She wanted to argue. Wanted to insist she was strong enough to handle it on her own. But the truth was, she wasn’t handling it. The dreams… nightmares were getting worse, not better. And now she wa

  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Three

    Prue was back in the jungle.The heat pressed down on her like it was suffocating her. The air was thick with moisture and the smell of rotting vegetation. Her wedding dress clung to her skin, soaked through with sweat and something else. Something dark and wet.Blood.“Nate?” Her voice came out small, frightened. She couldn’t see him. The jungle was too thick, the undergrowth pressing in from all sides. “Nate!”Gunfire erupted. The sound was deafening, echoing off the trees, coming from everywhere at once. She didn’t know which way to turn, so she dropped to the ground, hands over her head, heart hammering so hard she thought it might burst from her chest.“Prue, run! Run now.”His voice. She scrambled to her feet, pushing through vines and branches that seemed determined to hold her back. She just hoped she was going in the right direction. There… she could see him now, standing in a clearing, weapon raised.The SUV was behind him, riddled with bullet holes. Jon slumped over the ste

  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Two

    "Stop thinking," he said against her, his breath hot against her pussy. "Just feel."The taste of her flooded his mouth, sweet and musky, and it took every ounce of control he possessed not to devour her like he wanted to. Not to grip her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, not to push her legs wider and hold them there, pinned open for him while he fucked her with his tongue until she was sobbing his name.But he couldn't. Not yet.So, he kept his grip gentle, controlled, even as his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers, even as everything in him screamed to take, to claim, to dominate. He suppressed his need.He worked her slowly, his tongue tracing patterns over her clit, circling it, never quite giving her the direct pressure he knew she needed. Teasing. Building. Her hips shifted restlessly beneath him, seeking more, and fuck, he loved that. Loved the way her body was already learning to chase pleasure, even if she wasn't experienced. Her body knew what to do.She was trembli

  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-One

    Wedding NightThe hotel suite was beautiful. All cream walls and soft lighting and a huge king-sized bed that dominated the room like an accusation.Prue stood at the window, still in her wedding dress, watching the lights of Savannah spread out below. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass.Behind her, she could see Nate reflected in the glass as well as her moving around the suite. She watched as he shrugged out of his jacket. Heard the clink of his watch hitting the dresser. This was how normal married couples acted but nothing was normal.They were married now. Husband and wife. And in a few minutes, they'd...Her stomach twisted.She pressed one hand flat against the cool glass, trying to steady herself. This was ridiculous. They'd already done this. In that cave in Papua New Guinea, with the rain hammering outside and the danger still fresh in her mind. That should have been harder, more awkward. But somehow it hadn't been.Maybe because it had been different somehow…

  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Fifty

    Because that was the real prize, wasn’t it? The millions of dollars Nate refused to touch, sitting in an account like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Money that could buy the life Trish had always deserved. The penthouse in Manhattan, the summer house in the Hamptons, the winters in Aspen. All of it within reach if she could just get Nate to see reason.And when Paul kicked the bucket, and the old bastard had a bad heart, everyone knew it, then all his money as well. She’d heard him on the phone with his lawyer. Mama was to get a nice little settlement, enough to keep her comfortable. But the bulk of the Young portfolio was going to Nate. Everything. The real estate, the investments, the offshore accounts Paul thought were so clever.Trish hadn’t told Mama. Why would she? Natasha would only spend it on more plastic surgery and younger men. No, Trish had laid the groundwork to get Nate for herself. To get everything that should have been hers from the moment her mother married into

  • Sexy Behind The Mask   Chapter One Hundred-Forty-Nine

    Nate’s eyes found hers as she walked down the short aisle on her father’s arm. Desire flickered across his face, making her cheeks heat. They hadn’t made love in the four weeks since their meeting. Nate had met with her father to ask for her hand in marriage before heading back to New York. He had a business to run.He looked good. Better than good. The suit fit him perfectly, made his shoulders look even broader, and for a moment she let herself imagine this was real. That he was standing there because he wanted her, not because of obligation.Her father placed her hand in Nate’s, and the warmth of his palm against hers steadied something inside her.The judge began speaking. Standard words about marriage and commitment and the joining of two lives. Prue heard them distantly, her focus on Nate’s face. He was watching her with that careful intensity she’d come to recognize, like he was trying to memorize every detail.“Do you, Nathaniel Young, take this woman to be your lawfully wedde

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