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He growled and pulled her closer. “Hell yes!”

“Then, will you make love with me tonight?”

“Yes, but after you see a doctor,” he conditioned.

She smiled up at him. “I don’t want to see a doctor right now,” she told him, then stepped out of his arms. She turned and headed towards her bedroom, dropping one shoe, then the other. She didn’t kick them across the room as she wanted, but instead, just left a trail of them in the direction of her bedroom. Reaching behind her, she started to unzip her dress, but the pain medication hadn’t gone deep enough into her arm to fully stop the pain.

“Let me do that!” he snapped and rushed forward. Swiftly, Falk unzipped her dress, then watched as the material floated to the floor.

“Don’t pick it up,” she told him, still moving towards her bedroom. “It’s ruined anyway. Blood won’t come out of chiffon.” And she glanced over her shoulder at him before stepping through the doors. She tugged her hair over her shoulder and glanced at him. “Can you help me with my bra too?”

“We’re not having sex, Ciara! You’re wounded!” he told her gruffly. But he still followed. “You need a warm bath and…” He stopped when she slipped her panties off. She moved towards the bed and turned, waiting for him to dispense with her bra.

“Damn it, Ciara!” he hissed.

“I need help, Falk,” she whispered.

“We’re not…!”

He couldn’t speak. Not with her looking so tempting. She was completely naked except for her breasts. He was only human. But…he could do this, he told himself. Moving closer,he reached out, intending to touch only the bra. The clasp was right there. Easily accessible.

But the moment his fingertips brushed her warm back, he was lost. His hands removed the scrap of lace, tossing it to the floor. Then he wrapped his arms around her, gently cupping her breasts from behind. “Ciara,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling at her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder while his hands cupped and teased her nipples.

“Falk, please make love with me,” she begged, leaning her head back against his shoulder while her hands covered his.

Laying her down on the bed, Falk was very careful with her arm. He knew from experience that she might not hurt now, but the wound would be very painful tomorrow morning and for the next several days.

With infinite care, he kissed her everywhere, not letting her move. He wanted to give her pleasure after such a miserable night.

When he moved lower, spreading her legs, he was intoxicated by the way she smelled, the delightful sounds she made as he teased and coaxed a reaction from her. When she cried out, arching her body into his mouth, he eased back. Only then did he slide into her heat. Slowly, trying not to bounce her arm and bruise it further, he stroked her inner muscles, clenching his jaw in his effort to make sure her pleasure came first. But it was difficult because this was Ciara.

So, when she cried out, clenching around him with her inner muscles, he couldn’t hold back. He released his control and allowed both of them to experience the bliss of release.

Afterwards, he held her close, stroking her back until she fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did he slide out of bed. After a quick shower, he pulled on his clothes, ignoring the jacket and tie, then slipped out of her suite to find out who the hell had shot his woman!

Chapter 32

“I didn’t do this!” Myala cried out, slamming her fist against the metal table.

Falk watched the interrogation from the next room through the one way mirror, sensing that something wasn’t right. “What do you think?” he asked, turning to Ramit.

Ramit clenched his jaw, but Zayed offered his opinion first. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think she shot Ciara.” He nodded towards the other room. “First of all, there was no gunshot residue on her hands, nor on her clothing. So unless she wore gloves and a full body suit, she couldn’t have shot the weapon.”

Falk sighed, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “And we haven’t found any of the protective clothing.”

“Or the weapon,” Ramit added, equally frustrated. Once again, the men turned to watch the palace guards as they interrogated Myala.

Chapter 33

Ciara rolled over, her arm starting to ache. She supposed the pain had woken her, but she preferred to think that it was because she was cold.

With resignation, she looked around to find that Falk was no longer in her bed.

“Of course,” she muttered, irritated. Throwing off the sheets, she went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, careful not to get her bandage wet.

When she was dried off and dressed in casual clothes, she found her phone, texting Maggie. “Is your husband with you?”