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Megumi, the receptionist, buzzed me through the glass security door and greeted me witha big smile. She was a pretty woman, young like me, with a stylish bob of glossy black hairframing stunning Asian features. As much as I loved Cary and enjoyed spendingtime with him, I needed girlfriends, too. Female friends would give it to me straight when I needed it, and I was going to haveto cultivate those friendships if I wanted them.

Setting off, I headed down the long hallway to my cubicle.

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When I reached my desk, I putmy bag and purse in the bottom drawer, keeping my smartphone out so I could silence it. Ifound a text from Cary: No woman wanted to come home to a sexual clusterfuck inprogress on her living room floor.

Especially not while in the middle of a fight with her newboyfriend. I texted back, Block off the wknd 4 me if u can. There was a long pause and I imagined him absorbing my request.

Damn, he texted backfinally.

Must be some ass kicking u have planned. Butmostly I thought Cary and I needed to spend some quality downtime together. It was a new town for us, new apartment, new jobs and experiences,new boyfriends for both of us. We really needed tomake the time. Up for a trip to Vegas?

Just u and me?

Fuck yeah! As I silenced my phone and put it away, my gaze passed briefly overthe two collage photo frames next to my monitor—one filled with photos of both of my parentsand one of Cary, and the other filled with photos of me and Gideon. Gideon had put the lattercollection together himself, wanting me to have a reminder of him just like the reminder he hadof me on his desk.

As if I needed it. I loved having those images of the people I loved close by: That million-dollar face was starting to pop up inmagazines everywhere and soon would grace billboards and bus stops advertising Grey Islesclothing.

He hadgleaming dark skin, a trim goatee, and soft brown eyes. We worked well together, and Ihoped that would be the case for a long time to come.

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I took a cautious sip, since it was hot, then coughed over the unexpected—andunwelcome—flavor. Since it was time for my break, I started an Internet search for Dr.

Are you nuts? Figured we could sip mojitos by the pool and live off room service for acouple days. His plane, his hotel. I think we need it. He wants to fly out by eight tomorrow night. Want me to put a bag together for you, too? He hadserious talent when it came to clothes. He was an expert at self-sabotage,never truly believing he was worthy of happiness. As I returned my attention to work, the Google search on my monitor reminded me of myinterest in Dr.

Terry Lucas. A few articles about him had been posted on the Web, completewith pictures that cemented the verification. Forty-five years of age. Married for twenty years. I exhaled my relief when I saw that Mrs. Lucas was a pale-skinned woman withshort, bright red hair. But that left me with more questions. Weknew some of the basic cohabitation stuff about each other after spending so many nightssleeping over at our respective apartments.

We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated asI was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were puttingourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were sotenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them.

Enough with making yourself crazy. Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton was very, very good at being a trophy wife. Sheknew precisely what was expected of her and delivered without fail. My right tosay no was my most valued possession. Minimizing my e-mail window, I pushed my personal life aside and went back to searchingfor market comparisons on fruity coffee.

I coordinated some initial meetings between thestrategists and Mark and helped Mark with brainstorming a campaign for a gluten-freerestaurant. Noon approached and I was starting to feel seriously hungry when my phone rang. Ianswered with my usual greeting. Do you have a minute? I could hear a bit of what was being said between her and Gideonduring dinner. Magdalene knew just how to exploitmy insecurities about Gideon. I just want you to know that he seemed to be thinking about you, trying to keepCorinne from upsetting you.

I owe you one, Eva, for the way I introduced myself. Yeah, she owed me for when she ambushed me in the bathroomwith her catty jealous bullshit. Not that I bought it as her sole motivation. Maybe I was just thelesser of two evils. Maybe she was keeping her enemies close.

Thank you. Gideon always came after me. Whensomething threatened my stability, I ditched it. They gotbored or they wanted his attention or some kind of grand gesture. So they walked away andexpected him to come after them. You know what he did?

A man who never spent social time with womenhe slept with and never slept with women he associated with socially.

Corinne and I were the He seemed. My eyes closed as I mentally kicked myself. I had to stop running. Gideon and I were both going to have to stand and fight for this, forus, if we were going to have any hope of making our relationship work.

Magdalene exhaled in a rush. Ourmothers are best friends. He has to work at it with you. Iwas abruptly overwhelmed by feelings of greed and possession. And the thought of any other womanhaving him made me insane. I pulled open my bottom drawer and dug my smartphone out of my purse. Driven by theneed to have him thinking as fiercely about me, I texted him about my sudden desperatehunger to devour him whole: Just thinking about how he looked when I took him in my mouth.

Since it was noon, I closed all the windows on my computer and headed outto reception to find Megumi. I coughed because her question came so soon after my text. Your choice. Do you trust the person setting you up? I expect the guy will at least be physically attractive, because I know whereshe sleeps at night and paybacks are a bitch. Wish me luck. He was calling, not sexting me back. She waved it off nonchalantly.

There was a wealth of promise inthe roughness of his voice. Slowing, I found I was speechless, just from hearing him say my name with that edginess Icraved—the sharp bite that told me he wanted to be inside me more than he wanted anythingelse in the world.

While people flowed around me, entering and exiting the building, I was halted by theweighted silence on my phone. The unspoken and nearly irresistible demand.

I swallowed. I want to hear you say those words. Not here. Let me call you later. Then I remembered that the Caller ID put him in his office. My gaze lifted, searching for the security cameras. Immediately, I felt his eyes on me, hot andwanting. Arousal surged through me, spurred by his desire. Your text made me hard, Eva. What are you going to do about it?

To play with me? I knew to pay careful attention when Gideon got serious about sex. I love making you come, Gideon. For him, sex hadpreviously been about pain and degradation or lust and necessity.

Now, with me, it was aboutpleasure and love. Because I treasure you, Eva, and what we have. Even our driving urge to fuck eachother constantly is precious to me, because it matters. How did he always know what was going on in my mind? Which was why I now insisted on having some sort of friendly framework inplace before I went to bed with a man. It hit me then that I was off balance. I had this sick feeling in my gut, like something awfulwas going to happen.

And your mouth.

I wished I could just open the valve and gush about my overwhelming feelings for him. Howthoughts of him consumed me, how the feel of him beneath my hands drove me wild, how thepassion of his tortured soul cut into me like the sharpest blade.

Not ever. He was too visible, too well known. Private tidbits about his lifewere worth a small fortune. Did you know him before you started workinghere? Although I suppose we would have met eventually.

I wondered what that meeting would havebeen like—him with a gorgeous brunette on his arm and me with Cary. Painfully, brutally so. She shook her head. Gossip is one of my vices. So areextremely hot men like Gideon Cross. It was good to hang out with another girl. I wished thatcould be enough to kill my jealousy. Petersen when we see him tonight. Or that I scared you away. He broke my heart every day.

Shattered me. You know that. Just like myfeelings for him. Two days is my limit. His wealth insulated him, gave him the power and controlthat had been stolen from him at some point in his life. That he would consider it worthwhile to lose his peace of mind just to keep me meantmore than the words I love you. Planning on pacifyingme with sex, angel?

After all, the tactic seems to work well for you. A delicious shiver moved through me. When it came to Gideon, I was more than willing tobe devoured.

The Crossfire was his, one of many properties he owned throughout the city,including the apartment complex I lived in. I tried not to pay attention to that. My mom was a career trophy wife. Not that I ever touched it. Megumi, the receptionist, buzzed me through the glass security door and greeted me witha big smile. She was a pretty woman, young like me, with a stylish bob of glossy black hairframing stunning Asian features.

As much as I loved Cary and enjoyed spendingtime with him, I needed girlfriends, too. Female friends would give it to me straight when I needed it, and I was going to haveto cultivate those friendships if I wanted them. Setting off, I headed down the long hallway to my cubicle. When I reached my desk, I putmy bag and purse in the bottom drawer, keeping my smartphone out so I could silence it.

Ifound a text from Cary: No woman wanted to come home to a sexual clusterfuck inprogress on her living room floor. Especially not while in the middle of a fight with her newboyfriend. I texted back, Block off the wknd 4 me if u can. There was a long pause and I imagined him absorbing my request. Damn, he texted backfinally. Must be some ass kicking u have planned.

Butmostly I thought Cary and I needed to spend some quality downtime together. It was a new town for us, new apartment, new jobs and experiences,new boyfriends for both of us. We really needed tomake the time. Up for a trip to Vegas? Just u and me? Fuck yeah! As I silenced my phone and put it away, my gaze passed briefly overthe two collage photo frames next to my monitor—one filled with photos of both of my parentsand one of Cary, and the other filled with photos of me and Gideon.

Gideon had put the lattercollection together himself, wanting me to have a reminder of him just like the reminder he hadof me on his desk. As if I needed it.

I loved having those images of the people I loved close by: That million-dollar face was starting to pop up inmagazines everywhere and soon would grace billboards and bus stops advertising Grey Islesclothing. He hadgleaming dark skin, a trim goatee, and soft brown eyes. We worked well together, and Ihoped that would be the case for a long time to come.

I took a cautious sip, since it was hot, then coughed over the unexpected—andunwelcome—flavor. Since it was time for my break, I started an Internet search for Dr. Are you nuts? Figured we could sip mojitos by the pool and live off room service for acouple days.

His plane, his hotel. I think we need it. He wants to fly out by eight tomorrow night. Want me to put a bag together for you, too? He hadserious talent when it came to clothes. He was an expert at self-sabotage,never truly believing he was worthy of happiness. As I returned my attention to work, the Google search on my monitor reminded me of myinterest in Dr.

Terry Lucas. A few articles about him had been posted on the Web, completewith pictures that cemented the verification.

Forty-five years of age. Married for twenty years. I exhaled my relief when I saw that Mrs. Lucas was a pale-skinned woman withshort, bright red hair. But that left me with more questions. Weknew some of the basic cohabitation stuff about each other after spending so many nightssleeping over at our respective apartments. We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated asI was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were puttingourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were sotenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them.

Enough with making yourself crazy. Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton was very, very good at being a trophy wife. Sheknew precisely what was expected of her and delivered without fail. My right tosay no was my most valued possession. Minimizing my e-mail window, I pushed my personal life aside and went back to searchingfor market comparisons on fruity coffee. I coordinated some initial meetings between thestrategists and Mark and helped Mark with brainstorming a campaign for a gluten-freerestaurant.

Noon approached and I was starting to feel seriously hungry when my phone rang. Ianswered with my usual greeting. Do you have a minute? I could hear a bit of what was being said between her and Gideonduring dinner. Magdalene knew just how to exploitmy insecurities about Gideon. I just want you to know that he seemed to be thinking about you, trying to keepCorinne from upsetting you.

I owe you one, Eva, for the way I introduced myself. Yeah, she owed me for when she ambushed me in the bathroomwith her catty jealous bullshit. Not that I bought it as her sole motivation. Maybe I was just thelesser of two evils.

Maybe she was keeping her enemies close. Thank you. Gideon always came after me. Whensomething threatened my stability, I ditched it. They gotbored or they wanted his attention or some kind of grand gesture.

So they walked away andexpected him to come after them. You know what he did? A man who never spent social time with womenhe slept with and never slept with women he associated with socially.

Corinne and I were the He seemed. My eyes closed as I mentally kicked myself. I had to stop running. Gideon and I were both going to have to stand and fight for this, forus, if we were going to have any hope of making our relationship work. Magdalene exhaled in a rush.

Ourmothers are best friends. He has to work at it with you. Iwas abruptly overwhelmed by feelings of greed and possession. And the thought of any other womanhaving him made me insane. I pulled open my bottom drawer and dug my smartphone out of my purse.

Driven by theneed to have him thinking as fiercely about me, I texted him about my sudden desperatehunger to devour him whole: Just thinking about how he looked when I took him in my mouth. Since it was noon, I closed all the windows on my computer and headed outto reception to find Megumi.

I coughed because her question came so soon after my text. Your choice. Do you trust the person setting you up? I expect the guy will at least be physically attractive, because I know whereshe sleeps at night and paybacks are a bitch.

Wish me luck. He was calling, not sexting me back. She waved it off nonchalantly. There was a wealth of promise inthe roughness of his voice. Slowing, I found I was speechless, just from hearing him say my name with that edginess Icraved—the sharp bite that told me he wanted to be inside me more than he wanted anythingelse in the world. While people flowed around me, entering and exiting the building, I was halted by theweighted silence on my phone.

The unspoken and nearly irresistible demand. I swallowed. I want to hear you say those words. Not here. Let me call you later. Then I remembered that the Caller ID put him in his office. My gaze lifted, searching for the security cameras.

Immediately, I felt his eyes on me, hot andwanting. Arousal surged through me, spurred by his desire. Your text made me hard, Eva. What are you going to do about it? To play with me? I knew to pay careful attention when Gideon got serious about sex.

I love making you come, Gideon. For him, sex hadpreviously been about pain and degradation or lust and necessity. Now, with me, it was aboutpleasure and love.

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download onlyauthorized editions. This one is for Nora Roberts, an inspiration and true class act. It takes passion to write a book and passion to sell it. I could write an entire book about everything I need to thank my agent Kimberly Whalen for. The Crossfire series is amassive multinational, multiformat endeavor and she never misses a trick.

Iwish I could mention everyone by name, but really, it takes a village. There are literally dozens of people to thank for theirhard work and enthusiasm. My deepest gratitude to editor Hilary Sares, who is so instrumental in making the Crossfire series what it is.

She keepsme straight. Big thanks to my publicist, Gregg Sullivan, who makes my life easier in many ways. Hot, bumpy roads are best traveled with friends! Chapter 1I loved New York with the kind of mad passion I reserved for only one other thing in my life. Thecity was a microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions. Conservativesrubbed shoulders with bohemians.

Oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. The pulsingenergy of the city fueled international business bloodlines and drew people from all over theworld.

And the embodiment of all that vibrancy, driving ambition, and world-renowned power hadjust screwed me to two toe-curlingly awesome orgasms. My hair was still damp from a shower, and thetowel wrapped around me was my only article of clothing. I had an hour and a half before I hadto be at work, which was cutting it a little too close for comfort. Gideon woke upready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me.

How lucky was I? Because it was sliding into July in New York and the temperature was heating up, I chosea slim pair of pressed natural-linen slacks and a sleeveless poplin shell in a soft gray thatmatched my eyes. Since I had no hairstyling talent, I pulled my long blond hair back in a simpleponytail, then made up my face. When I was presentable, I left the bedroom. A tiny shiver moved throughme when I realized he was angry, his voice low and clipped.

I could get him to raise his voice and curse, even shove his handsthrough his glorious shoulder-length mane of inky black hair. For the most part, though, Gideon was a testament to leashed power. There was no needfor him to shout when he could get people to quake in their shoes with just a look or a terselyspoken word.

I found him in his home office. He stood with his back to the door and a Bluetooth receiverin his ear. His arms were crossed and he was staring out the windows of his Fifth Avenuepenthouse apartment, giving the impression of a very solitary man, an individual who wasseparate from the world around him, yet entirely capable of ruling it.

Leaning into the doorjamb, I drank him in. I was certain my view of the skyline was moreawe-inspiring than his. My vantage point included him superimposed over those toweringskyscrapers, an equally powerful and impressive presence. His seriously addictive body was now dressed in two pieces of anexpensively tailored three-piece suit—an admitted hot button of mine.

The rear view of himshowcased a perfect ass and a powerful back encased in a vest. Most were pictures taken by the paparazzi whofollowed his every move. He was Gideon Cross, of Cross Industries, and at the ridiculous age oftwenty-eight, he was one of the top twenty-five richest people in the world. I was pretty surehe owned a significant chunk of Manhattan; I was positive he was the hottest man on theplanet. And he kept photos of me everywhere he worked, as if I could possibly be as fun to lookat as he was.

He turned, pivoting gracefully to catch me with his icy blue gaze. There was a crackling in the air when we were near each other, asense of anticipation like the coiled silence before the boom of thunder.

Dark and Dangerous. And all mine. I never got used to the impact of that face. Those sculpted cheekbones and darkwinged brows, the thickly lashed blue eyes, and those lips. I loved when they smiled with sexual invitation, and I shivered when theythinned into a stern line. And when he pressed those lips to my body, I burned for him. Jeez, listen to yourself. But here I was, constantly awed by thegorgeousness of the complicated, frustrating, messed-up, sexy-as-sin man I was falling deeperin love with every day.

That look conveyed how hardand deep he wanted to fuck me—which he did every chance he got—and it also afforded me aglimpse of his raw, unrelenting force of will. A core of strength and command markedeverything Gideon did in life. The soft rasp in his smooth, cultured voice was nearly capable of making meorgasm just listening to it.

And whenever he touched me, I caved. I hurried to the kitchen to make us some coffee. He muttered something under his breath and followed me out, his long stride easilygaining on mine.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hotmale. I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache. What Ifelt was lust, but it was also so much more. But it had never been anissue with Gideon. He knew what I needed and how much I could take. The sudden flash of his grin stopped my heart. Confronted with that breathtaking face framed by that lustrous dark hair, I felt my kneesweaken just a little.

He was so polished and urbane except for the decadent length of thosesilky strands. He nuzzled his nose against mine. Tellme what you were thinking about when I was on the phone. Ineed to get over it already. He was outrageously gifted in bed. And he knew it. I was completely seduced by the smoldering look in hiseyes, the provocative tone of his voice, the heat of his body, and the mouthwatering scent ofhis skin.

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit. With a soft groan, he sealed his chiseled mouth over mine, stealing away thoughts of whattime it was with a lush, deep kiss. I pushed my fingers into his hair to hold him still and kissed him back, my tongue slidingalong his, stroking. Less than a month. His arms banded around me and tightened possessively. As big of a kick as I got out of Gideon in a three-piecesuit, I much preferred him stripped to the skin.

My mother was on her third marriage, and all of herspouses were successful, wealthy moguls of one kind or another. I knew the price for ambitionwas very late hours. Pack cool and light. Instead of risking my shot at coffee, I postponed arguing and continued on tothe kitchen. Decorated in dark woods and neutral fabrics, theluxurious space was brightened by jeweled accents.

As much as his place screamed money, itmanaged to remain warm and welcoming, a comfortable place to relax and feel pampered. When I reached the kitchen, I wasted no time in shoving a travel mug under the one-cupcoffeemaker. Gideon joined me with his jacket draped over one arm and his cell phone in hishand. I put another portable mug under the spout for him before I went to the fridge for somehalf-and-half. Exhaling in a rush, I added half-and-half to my coffee.

Lie around naked,waiting for you to finish work and fuck me? We talked about this. I put the carton back in the fridge and absorbed the sensation of being drawn to himinexorably by the force of his will.

When he chose to,Gideon could make me feel his demands. And it was very, very difficult to ignore the part of methat begged to give him whatever he wanted. We both had hang-ups, insecurities, and an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep usfunctioning properly. I hated being apart from him. I rarely went more than a couple of hourswithout thinking of him.

I was unsettled at the thought ofgoing the entire weekend without him. Worse, I hated the thought of him spending thatamount of time away from me. Resting his hip against the counter, he crossed his ankles and stubbornly settled in.

So mercurial—like me. Bring Cary with us if youhave to. My former stepbrother. The livingnightmare from my past that Gideon seemed to fear might reappear in my present. The shield of anonymity that hadprotected me for years had been shattered by our highly public relationship. He was a man who claimed his possessions utterly, fought off hiscompetitors with ruthless precision, and would never allow any harm to come to me. I was his Gideon glanced at his watch. He was an older gentleman, with a liberalsprinkling of white in his red hair.

Even as I thought this, Angus slid deftly intothe sea of taxis and cars on the street. The blaring of horns and the thud oftires over a manhole cover invigorated me. Rapid-moving streams of pedestrians flanked bothsides of the clogged street, while buildings stretched ambitiously toward the sky, keeping us inshadow even as the sun climbed.

God, I seriously loved New York. I took the time every day to absorb it, to try to draw it intome.

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