How could she ever choose between them? It was easier to put her hormones on hold and enjoy their company.

Rafe stopped what he was doing, and Laura mourned the loss of his hands on her, but it was better this way. She could already feel the wine lowering her inhibitions. Rafe had drunk even more than she had, and Cam had tackled several beers. He’d had to walk to get the pizza. It was best if Rafe didn’t keep massaging her. It could go very badly.

“You have to know that he will slip up,” Rafe said. He leaned back against her countertop. He’d shed his suit coat, and his dress shirt was partially unbuttoned, showing off a bit of his perfect olive skin. Rafe was a paragon of modern masculine beauty. From his wavy, pitch-black hair, to his laser-focused eyes, to those lips that Laura stared at, he was utter perfection.

“I don’t know that,” Laura replied, trying to get her brain off those lips. What would they feel like on her mouth? God, what would they feel like on her nipples? Just the thought of his mouth suckling at her breasts made her nipples lengthen and rub against her bra.

He shook his head as he grabbed the glass she’d poured for him.

“They all screw up in the end because they all want to get caught.

They want the fame or they just want to be stopped, but one way or another, they want to get caught.”

“I think this unsub is a little different than anything we’ve come up against. He comes off like a mission-oriented killer, but I think he’s a thrill seeker.”

There were several small markers that led her to believe that the Marquis de Sade was playing a game. It went past the killing and the torture. He was playing a game with the FBI. If Laura was right, he was playing a game with his own little family.

“Don’t, bella. No more tonight. I can’t take anymore.” Rafe had been the one to take the call. Laura had only been forced to look at the pictures, but she knew Rafe had to walk into the room where they found the victim. He and Cam had to call the young woman’s mother and tell her that her daughter was never going to get it together and come home. “Can’t we wait until tomorrow to get back into this?” Yes. Tomorrow was soon enough to cause trouble. Her profile was going to be very controversial. “Sure.” Laura took a sip of the deliciously rich cabernet. Rafe got very quiet. Just like that, the room felt thick with tension. She was alone with Rafe. He was right there. So close she could feel the heat of his body. She’d been alone for so damn long.

“How long is this going to go on, bella ?” She felt tears prick at her eyeballs, and she took a longer gulp of the wine. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Choices. She would have to make hard choices. Whether to leave her job wasn’t as hard as she would have thought. If she got involved with one of them, she would have to ask for a transfer, but she’d been thinking about that anyway. She’d been thinking of using her degree in psychology in the victim’s services department. All the death was getting to her.

It was choosing between them that would kill her. Either way she went, she lost one of them.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Because of Cam?”

Laura nodded, unwilling to say that she was equally in love with two men. What kind of woman did that make her?

“What if I told you that Cam and I have talked about this? What if I told you that Cam and I are willing to give you some time to make your decision? We’re not stupid, bella , and neither are you. We’ve both become very attached to you. Neither one of us wants to let you go, but we also have no interest in simply being your friend for the rest of our lives. I want you. I want you so badly I can taste it. Cam wants you, too.”

Rafe’s hands came out and found the curve of her hip. He drew her forward until she was in the cradle of his body. He turned his head down, staring into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

She set the wine down before she lost the glass. She could feel the long, hard line of his erection poking at her through the wool of his slacks. Her head was swimming with wine and arousal. Her whole body felt like it was being primed for pleasure. She needed to move away from him, but her chin tilted up and then there was no escape.

His lips brushed hers, a soft touch like silk kissing against her skin. Their noses scraped together. It was an innocent intimacy, but her heart was suddenly swollen with the sweetness of it. She lifted her head up and went onto her toes, silently requesting more.

He went slowly, his lips pressing down on hers, seducing her mouth. He didn’t push her. He simply made love to her mouth with agonizing persuasion. He kissed her over and over, light touches to her lips. He pressed soft kisses starting on one side of her mouth, touching every inch, and then making the trip again once he’d gotten to the other side. His hands threaded through her hair, holding her still as he explored her face. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She closed her eyes so his lips could touch her there, too. He kissed her forehead and then made his way back down. It was so much more than lust. Lust she might have been able to refuse, but Rafe’s tender care sucked her in like nothing before.

“I want you so badly, bella.” The words were lyrical coming out of his mouth. When he was aroused, his Cuban accent flared, giving a round seduction to every word that flowed. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never known a woman as beautiful as you.” Laura shuddered as Rafe’s tongue played along the seam of her lips, lighting a fire in her pussy. She was softening, preparing for him, and it felt too fucking good to deny. Her whole body had gone languid, waiting impatiently for his hands to roam across her skin.

“Open for me, bella. Let me taste you.” She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept in. It glided across hers, begging her to play. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She cared about him. Hell, she loved him. Why was it wrong to have him just once? She needed him so badly. The events of the day, of the whole last year weighed on her so heavily that it was like a weight lifting to just let go and feel. Laura gave in and let her hands cup his broad shoulders.

“Yes, oh yes, bella.” He whispered the words against her mouth before he plunged inside. His tongue was rapacious now, as though he’d been let off a leash. His hands pulled her in as his mouth took hers. He pushed her against the countertop, taking up all the space.

His cock ground against her pelvis. Laura heard herself whimper because his cock was hitting her clit, rubbing against it through his slacks and her skirt.

Too tight. She couldn’t get her legs open. The pencil skirt she’d worn had seemed very professional, but now it hemmed her in. She wanted to wrap her legs around Rafe’s hips so she could feel that massive cock against her pussy. It felt huge and rock hard. It would feel so good inside her.

She let her hands run down his torso, deeply hating the fabric that covered him.

“Feel me.” Rafe ripped open his dress shirt, the buttons pinging to the floor.

Laura looked down to see his perfectly cut chest. She ran her fingers over the muscles of his stomach and up along his ribs. Every part of him was smooth, the skin soft, but the flesh underneath was like steel. Rafe’s hands went to the buckle of his belt. He unbuckled the belt and undid the top of his pants, revealing a thin line of dark hair that led down.

Laura leaned over and did what came naturally. She kissed him from the hollow of his neck down. She tasted his flesh, clean and masculine. She licked at his flat nipples, loving the way they tightened for her. She gently worked her way around the nipple and then moved to the next one.

“Bite me, bella. Just a little. I like it rough. I want to feel your teeth on me.”

The idea made her clench. Moisture was making her slick and wet for him. She bit down on his nipple and was rewarded with a sharp hiss.

“Yes. That’s what I want. I want you wild.” If he wanted her wild, he was going to get his wish. Her heart was pounding, and her skin felt like it might pulse off her body. His gorgeous form was all there for her delectation, and she wasn’t about to hold back.

She pushed at his pants and shoved his boxers down his lean hips.

His cock sprang free. Touch hadn’t lied to her. He was huge and thick with a spongy purple head. Laura shoved him back. In the small kitchen, there was very little room. Rafe seemed to know what she wanted, and he leaned back, spreading his legs as she got to her knees. Her skirt forced her to keep her legs together, but she could move a bit. She breathed in the scent of his arousal just before leaning over and licking the head of his cock.

It jumped, and Rafe’s groan reverberated through the small kitchen. His heavy balls pulled up as she looked at him.

“Please, bella . I need you. I’ve needed you for so long.” Laura let her mouth close over the head of his twitching dick. Pre-cum, thick and salty, spread across her tongue. She grasped the thick stalk of his cock with one hand as she worked her tongue over the V

on the underside of his head.

Rafe’s hands found the back of her neck and pulled her forward.

“More. Take more.”

He was a ruthless son of a bitch. It made her even hotter. He forced her head forward. Laura opened wide because his dick was invading, penetrating inch by luscious inch. Air . She needed air. She forced herself to breathe through her nose. Rafe filled her mouth with his hard dick. Laura struggled but managed to whirl her tongue around the cock in her mouth. Rafe fucked into her mouth in hard, short strokes.