Tomorrow morning I would meet with the FBI and take the first step towards clearing my father’s name. Tonight though I had a lot of planning to do to make sure it all went off without a hitch. I did everything I could think of to focus on tomorrow and not on the fact that Keane thought I would sell my dad out. The man was so damn infuriating I could smack his gorgeously rugged face. Instead I decided to avoid him.

Until he made that impossible. “Be reasonable Fiona! This plan of yours won’t work.” Arms crossed, showing off muscled biceps straining under a pale blue t-shirt, his reddish blond brows dipped into a low angry ‘v’.

“Reasonable,” I scoffed at the word. Men love to use that word to make a woman feel like her plan or idea isn’t good enough. “Like you know anything about being reasonable or my plan.” Because he hadn’t bothered to ask.

“I know that whatever you’re thinking of doing, it won’t work.”

“Right, because you didn’t think of it?” I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him, the insufferable prick. “Just face it Keane, I’m the one that can help in this situation. You don’t have to like it, but this is my dad we’re talking about, so deal with your own shit before morning.” My chest heaved with the intensity of the words I just said to him. I never spoke to anyone like that. It just wasn’t in my nature, but something about him just pushed me over the edge tonight.

His voice was brutally calm when he spoke next. “It doesn’t matter Fi, I’m in charge of your safety.”

“Maybe, but you are not in charge of me!” I poked at his chest to get him to move but it didn’t work. His body was as immovable as his mind.

“I can’t let you do this.”

Can’t? “Can’t let me do what Keane? Turn my father in, right? Because that’s what you think I’m doing!” I pushed at him again, too disgusted to look at him. “You don’t know a damn thing.” I grew angrier and angrier at his unspoken accusation that I would ever do anything to put my father behind bars. If I wanted to, I could’ve done so years ago and I never had. I hit him in the chest with the outside of my fists. Over and over I pummeled him as my anger boiled over at his constant doubt. Constantly underestimating me. “Sometimes I really hate you.”

He stared at me, hands gripping my wrists to stop my fists. “No, you don’t.” He captured my mouth, tongue caressing each lip carefully as though he were trying to savor the taste. I knew better now.

Biting his bottom lip, I pulled back and smacked him across the face. I shocked myself and that gave him the chance to dip low and take my mouth again, this time slower and more sensual as though he meant it. I trembled even though I tried not to. Tried to resist the pull of his kiss, but the pull was strong, like a magnet, the more I tried to resist the more it pulled me in. Made me surrender.

Keane pulled back and swung me around until my back pressed against his chest, my ass cradled his hard cock. It felt too good to make him stop and my body wasn’t experienced enough to resist. “You want me,” he said, yanking down my pants and underwear, “as much as I want you.” His teeth sank into one cheek and his hand smacked the other, making me squeal. One palm pressed against my back until I arched forward, bent over the sofa. “You may not want to Fi, but you do.” Then his tongue darted inside my slit, in and out, in and out, fucking me with his tongue until I pulsed and trembled. The cool of his tongue on my overheated pussy had me drowning in desire and I pushed back against him.

“Oh!” His tongue caressed me from my clit all the way up my back, nibbling his way up to my ear. It felt naughty. Dirty. I’d never dreamed someone would put their mouth there, or that I would like it. “Keane, please.” Yeah I begged like a dirty little hussy because he filled me with so much desire all I cared about was pleasure and getting it.

He stood and I heard the sound of his buckle and zipper. “Please what, Fiona? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” I was beyond the point of lying. At least in this.

And then it was there, the swollen head of his cock pressing slowly into me. Filling me up, slow and tantalizingly deep. He was so deep I could feel every pulse and twitch of him and arched so I could feel more of him. My body acted on its own, somehow just knowing what to do to maximize my pleasure. He was there in that spot that made my legs wobbly and fireworks blast off behind my eyes. “Fiona, fuck baby,” he growled in my ear, hands gripping my hips so he could slam into me over and over. Harder and faster and deeper he went, unable to get enough.

It was a punishing fuck but it felt too good to care or stop. The angle was different, deeper and so enticing. He felt too delicious inside me, touching every nerve ending he could. I shivered when he moaned in my ear and nipped my lobe as his thrusts went deeper still, harder too. He was close, I could tell as the buildup to my own orgasm gripped me and he stroked deeper, gripped me harder. Then he was growling in my ear. “Such a bad girl,” he purred and smacked my ass.

I bent over further, arching more to enjoy those last few strokes that still filled me hotly. Again and again he did it until I felt tingles rise from my feet up to my scalp and then…pure sweet bliss. I love you, I silently cried out because I knew I’d never get a chance to say that to him in real life.

He pulled away from me and I instantly felt chilled. But he scooped me up over his shoulder and smacked my ass. “This time we’ll do things my way.”

I closed my eyes and resolved to enjoy one last night with Keane. I felt too conflicted to carry on anything more than casual sex and sex with Keane would never be casual. Plus he thinks I’m going to rat out my dad, I had to remind myself when my heart got all wistful about finally being with the man of my dreams. Stupid, stupid heart.

Well, we had hours before this night of ours ended.

* * *

“You don’t seem nervous at all.” Keane stood by the coffee pot, his green eyes studying me carefully. Too carefully.

“Why would I be nervous? I have all the information I need to sort this out.”

“Except the charges,” he added with a smug smile.

I shot a smile right back, just as smug. Maybe more so. “There are no charges. None that have been officially filed anyway.” I should have felt some sense of satisfaction at his shocked look but it only hammered home just how little he thought of me. “And they don’t know that I know.”

His gaze scanned me up and down, lips twitching with amusement. “Is that why you’ve gone for the school girl look?”

“Exactly.” I had dug out a pale lavender sundress and topped it with a white cashmere sweater. I completed the look with a lavender ribbon tying my hair back and a pair of canvas shoes that made me look like the sweet little innocent schoolgirl I needed the FBI to see. “Do I look innocent enough?”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

My nipples beaded at his low growl, but I had to ignore it because I needed to get my game face on. I sucked down two cups of coffee because Keane had kept me up all night, loving my body until I was too sated and too happy to move. “Good. Are we ready?”

He nodded, grabbing his jacket and his gun. “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you?”

Seriously? “Look, I appreciate the offer but you won’t help my cause and they’ll probably find a reason to put you in handcuffs.”

“Aww, sweetheart you care,” he stroked my cheek wearing that arrogant grin I loved to hate.

“Oh hush. Drop me off one block away and then go into the parking garage right across the street and just watch the laptop.” I had a plan and it required Keane to be there as my backup. My hero.

“A block away? You know the Red ‘Rocks can snatch up in seconds, right?”

I sighed as we stepped onto the elevator. “And you know that the FBI will be watching everyone who even looks at the building, right? They have no idea I’m coming in so they’ll be happy when they spot me.”

“I don’t like this Fiona.”

“You’ll be able to see me pretty much every step of the way, Keane. And it’s a clean shot to the conference room I’ll be in.” I smiled and he groaned. “It’ll be fine.” I hoped it would be, but I had no experienced with this kind of thing. I knew my father hadn’t done what they thought and that’s all I needed to know.

“That’s everything, right?”

“Yep.” I had one little tidbit I kept back from him but only because I needed the leverage it would provide.

By the time I walked into Cerulean Shipping my stomach was in knots and the relaxation I had going from a night of Keane’s brand of loving was long gone. My heart thudded so loud against my chest I was sure everyone in the lobby could hear it. One foot in front of the other, I swiped my card and walked onto the elevator. When the doors opened on the fifteenth floor, Maeve and an agent greeted me.

“Fiona O’Malley?” The agent was younger than I expected, with brown hair and blue eyes he looked like every quarterback I’d ever seen.

“That’s me. I’ll set up in conference room A if you want to speak to me,” I told him and slid between the dumbfounded pair.

“You can meet in your office,” Maeve added, trailing behind me.

I smiled at her over my shoulder. “I’m sure considering all that we need to discuss, the conference room will provide us more than enough space.” The agent followed a few steps behind, his gaze never straying far from me.

Maeve sighed, unsure how to handle any challenge to her perceived authority. The woman was a horrible manager because she issued orders with no reason so when she was challenged she had no response. “The office is more intimate.”

“We don’t need intimacy, we need space Maeve. If you need me you know were I’ll be.” Without waiting for whatever reply she would come up with next, I opened the door to the conference room and stepped inside.

Let the games begin.