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his guard.
    Almost on the
thought, the bolt on the door shifted as it was unlocked and the door was
pushed open.
    She stumbled
through.
    His gut clenched
at the sight of her, at having her in the room again.  He’d waited so long
to see her, just a glimpse, anything.  More than the promise of food that
she always delivered when he wasn’t being punished, the sight of her was enough
to make his body thrum with awareness, cause his blood to soar.
    She was the only
thing, the only person in this hell hole that made it bearable.
    Her hair was in
her face, but he knew what she looked like.  He’d had ample time to catch
glimpses of her trim, athletic figure; arched eyebrows and slanted blue eyes
that were huge in her face, like cat eyes, and compelling, captivating and
intense.  She had a mouth that was made for kissing, with her fully, pouty
bottom lip.  And he knew from watching her that she had a habit of rubbing
the edges of her top teeth with her tongue when she was nervous, almost like
she could sense he wanted to kiss her.
    Her white shirt
was rumpled and twisted at the waistband of her skirt.  She leaned on the
door, rubbing one bare foot on the floor.
    He was so busy
looking his fill of her, unobstructed by swollen eyes or tangled hair, that it
took him several minutes to realize she hadn’t brought food, which was the only
reason she’d ever come into his cell before.
    The moment the
lust fogging his brain lifted, he was able to catch the scent of arousal in the
chamber, clinging to the air.  Faint, sweetly musky and so subtle it was
nearly undetectable, the instant it reached him his own arousal quickened his
blood.
    Something was
wrong.
    “What--” he broke
off, moistening his lips, clearing his throat in an attempt to lessen the
harsh, gravelly tone of his voice.  “What are you doing here, chère ?”
    She looked up,
her chin length bangs falling away from her forehead to reveal eyes that
glittered with fever … or a high.  She cocked a smile, tucking a blonde
lock behind one ear.  “They said you liked me,” she drawled, her eyes
darkening as she watched him, drawing her gaze down his body with curiosity and
something more.
    Almost like a
caress, he could feel her eyes touch him all over.  He grew hard. 
His balls tightened, increasing the unbearable pressure that had been torturing
him since he’d been captured and forced to endure their “extraction” methods.
    “I came to see
you.  See if it’s true,” she said breathily, walking around the lab table
and crossing the room until she was standing right in front of him.  So
close he could smell the fruity shampoo she used, feel the warmth radiating
from her body, the brush of warm breath across his damp skin as she exhaled.
    She reached up
and traced his collar bone, collecting the droplets of water that clung there
as she smoothed her fingers down through the center of his chest.  His
heart pounded against his ribs at the feather light touch.  His breathing
turned erratic, causing his belly to jerk with surprise as she traversed the
rippled plains of his stomach, down his happy trail to where his cock stood
straight out from his body.  Her fingers tickled in his damp hair, so
close to where he craved her touch.
    Jesse sucked in a
sharp breath, holding still, waiting to see what she’d do, what she had
planned.
    “Is this for me?”
she asked, looking up at him beneath heavy lidded eyes.
    He closed his
eyes, steeling himself.  “No,” he said through clenched teeth, the effort
of speaking nearly killing him.
    He jerked in
surprise when her hand closed around his shaft, squeezing suggestively. 
“It is if I say it is.”
    Christ!
    The heat of her
palm felt so good.  Too good.  This had to be a dream.  He had
to be hallucinating from too little sleep, too little water and food.  But
no, she was here, real.
    And drugged.
    They’d decided to
use her to get what they wanted.
    He opened his
eyes and grabbed her biceps, holding