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But all her secrets are about to be laid bare… Four years ago, Jocelyn left her tragic past behind in the States and started over in Scotland, burying her grief, ignoring her demons, and forging ahead without attachments. Her solitary life is working well—until she moves into a new apartment on Dublin Street where she meets a man who shakes her carefully guarded world to its core. Knowing how skittish she is about entering a relationship, Braden proposes an arrangement that will satisfy their intense attraction without any strings attached. His affection for her is now joined by attraction, but his loyalty to Braden, and his fear of losing the only family he has, stops him from claiming Ellie the way she wishes he would. Castle Hill On Dublin Street 3.

And now Braden was done messing around here. It overtook reason, logic… Suddenly she was in his arms, one hand gripping the back of her delicate nape, the other jerking up her curvy thigh so he could push in between her legs and position her on the desk to be devoured. He crushed that lush mouth beneath his and groaned deep as Jocelyn clung to him, kissing him back.

His grip on her tightened, their kiss deepening, becoming rough and desperate. He wanted inside her so badly, wanted her naked and passionate beneath him.

At the thought Braden pulled back, breaking the kiss as he slid two fingers under the strap of her tank top. Their eyes locked. There was something hard and cold in the very depths of them Loss.

Her gray eyes were soft and dazed, her fingers dug into his skin, and right then he was the only thing on her mind. If possible he grew even harder. Eyes still locked on hers, Braden tugged gently on the strap of the tank top and brought it down, revealing her bra beneath, before repeating the process with her bra strap in order to bear one luscious breast to his world. His eyes dropped to it, and he glided his hand up her ribs to cup the delicious weight. She was perfect.

Her skin satin soft under his caresses. He brushed his thumb over the tight, puckered nipple of her left breast and his muscles tightened at the little erotic gasp that fell from between her lips.

His eyes shot to her face and he was overwhelmed by what he felt in that moment. Braden felt raw. A little lost. It was up to this young, terrified, stubborn, sexy as hell woman who seemed determined to keep him at bay. While he felt like they were on the cusp of something here, to her was he just a man she was attracted to?

If her colleague was standing between her legs, fondling her breasts, would she be gasping and panting for him, giving him the soft in her eyes? He caught the flash of hurt in her gaze before it turned furious as she jerkily yanked her bra and top back up.

Guilt for causing her any kind of hurt warred with satisfaction as Braden denied her space, taking hold of her wrists to stop her physical assault against him. He pushed deeper into her legs, determined that by the end of this night there would be a new understanding between them.

She wanted him, he wanted her. His emotions were involved, and now he knew for definite that hers were too. Which made what happened earlier really piss him off.

His grip grew unyielding. He kissed her, deliberately tormented them both by rubbing his hard on between her legs. The struggle died out of her pretty fast and as she began to melt into him, pushing against him for more, he tried to get the answer he needed out of her while she was lust-drugged. He needed inside her.

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Stubborn little brat. He smiled, sliding his hand along the inside of her thigh until he was cupping her. He rubbed two fingers hard against the seam of her jeans and watched her face flush and her eyelashes flutter shut over her extraordinary eyes. The anticipation was sweet, hot foreplay. Braden lifted her easily, delighting in the disappearance of her recalcitrance as she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

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He turned, pinning her against the nearest surface, which happened to be the wall, fitting his erection between her legs and thrusting against her. She gasped against his mouth and that was it for him. As Braden tried to catch his breath, he glared at the bartender. The door closed behind her colleague and Braden reluctantly eased her to the ground. Jesus, what the hell was she doing to him? Gently, he grasped her chin and raised it so she had to meet his very determined gaze. The heat flooded her gaze.

He grinned, pleased with himself and the reaction he elicited in her. Tenderness rushed over him.

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He was going to help her find it. This was part of the job that had started to wear on him—the socializing, inane conversation and shrugging on the charm in order to get young men and women to download booze in his bar. What Braden really wanted to do was find Jocelyn and take her home to bed so they could do a bit of one-on-one socializing of their own. Something had happened to ruffle her feathers since then. Craning his neck, his gaze moved across the floor to the bar. Ellie was standing by herself at one side and Adam was chatting up a random woman on the other.

Jocelyn was nowhere to be seen. A sense of foreboding moved through him and he clenched his jaw, attempting to calm down. The American was driving him crazy. Most of the time he enjoyed it. No woman had ever made him feel the way she did. There were times, however, that the strength of his feelings for her, including the possessiveness she brought out in him, bothered him.

It unsettled him because for the first time in his life he had no control over a situation. He had no idea if he could persuade Jocelyn to give their relationship a real chance after their three months were up. And lately the thought of losing her… the thought of her just slipping through his hands… It terrified him. Anxious, he ignored the giggling young women who were trying to flirt with him and made his way toward the dance floor, eyes sweeping the space for a familiar dark blonde head.

He stopped when he found her, relief moving through him as he drank in her smiling face. His gaze shifted to see who was receiving that smile. The music grew muffled; the room felt a little unsteady. That traitorous little bastard who was right now eye fucking his girlfriend.

That traitorous little bastard who Jocelyn was smiling at! Rage stronger than anything Braden had felt before flooded into his blood—turning it molten hot. He had no idea how he got across the dance floor. His chest heaved with the effort to control his breathing as everyone around them pulled back with gasps and cries.

Somewhere behind him the volume of the music decreased. Braden stared down at Gavin who held a hand to his bleeding nose. The friend who fucked Analise. Why the hell were you talking to him like you know him? He helped me once. How about it, Joss? You fancy shagging a real man? He was barely even aware of pummeling the son-of-a-bitch until Adam pulled him off, muttering calming words in his ears. The haze cleared as club security grabbed hold of Gavin. With the threat of murder in his tone he warned the piece of shit to stay away from Jocelyn.

Gavin touched his face, wincing. Is her pussy made of gold or something? On the rare occasion when he and Adam were faced with a challenge, taunted for a fight, he had walked away or stood by and let Adam handle it. He had never wanted to be that guy again. Braden looked past him to Jocelyn who stared at him in shock and concern. What the hell was she doing to him? Without a word, he turned and none-too-gently led her through the dance floor and upstairs to his office where he hauled her inside.

She stumbled against his desk as he slammed the door shut behind them and turned the lock. All he knew was that all the blood in his body was shooting toward his cock and he was shocked by the primal urge he had to take Jocelyn against his desk.

He wanted to brand himself on her, fuck her so deep and make her come so hard there would be no question about who she belonged to. As his possessiveness burned in his gut, he was angry at himself for it. Angry at her for it. His eyes raked over her gorgeous body and the sexy dress she was wearing. What bothered him was the thought of her letting a man close enough, just close enough, for him to realize that Jocelyn Butler was fucking magnificent.

Funny, smart, challenging, exciting, surprising, vulnerable, compassionate, stubborn… the kind of woman no man could resist. Braden strode toward her, finding it difficult to control the temper that still burned near the surface of his emotions.

Then you start flirting with the man who fucking betrayed me. God help him but it just made him harder for her. I like it, so suck it up. What is this, Braden? Something like hurt. Braden had unintentionally hurt her. A sharp ache pierced his chest at the thought and he gripped her hips, holding her gently against him.

Her eyes flared at the feel of his erection digging into her. She scoffed. Braden snapped. He knew one way to get to the truth. She could never hide from him when he was inside her. When he moved inside her everything she felt for him was in her eyes. She cared. And right now, more than ever, Braden needed to see it.

In one quick movement he had her braced on the desk with her dress rucked up around her waist. He felt her tremble around him. It halted him, and the guilt flooded him. Guilt for abandoning her that evening.

Guilt for treating her like a possession, and worse, for thinking even for a second she would betray him like Analise did. It was all he wanted, because he needed her right then. Needed her to explain how he could have lost his control, how he could have let his rage get the best of him after all these years.

I hit him. Seeing him with you… I hit him. In that moment Braden felt more sure of her than he ever had before. You are. I love you. Instead he showed her how he felt as he hungrily kissed her. He laid waste to them both as he took her on his desk, knowing as he thrust inside her, her cries filling his ears, that it would never be enough. Not until she admitted what he already knew. Jocelyn was his. His eyes swept over Ellie and Jocelyn as they laid sleeping together, heads tucked into each other, their hands held tight.

Even now he could see the tear tracks on both their faces. When the possibility of losing someone you loved hung in the air, twenty-four hours might as well have been twenty-four years. He held it together for her even after Jocelyn stormed out of the flat, leaving them to deal with the news alone. Until he knocked on Elodie Nichols door and she led him inside. For the first time since his father had died, Braden shed silent tears while Elodie stroked his back and offered him her counsel.

Growing up, Braden had had no one. Then Ellie had come along when he was seven. Elodie had tried from the very beginning to be kind to him, but he was wary of women because of his mother. Ellie was a different story altogether. His only family. She was one of his best friends.

And she loved him with a pure and utter adoration that an unloved young boy had needed. He truly believed Ellie and Adam had saved him. Els was a part of him. She was in his blood, in every breath— a basic, essential part of his very being. The thought of losing her was agonizing.

But he had to be strong for her, because as terrified as he was, he knew she must be a million times more so. With Elodie, he could finally break. They could break together. Braden Carmichael was not a man to shed tears, nor a man who easily let his emotions show. Not for Els. Then as they talked it over, as Elodie gave him her perspective, the emotions of the day began to grow calmer, and Braden saw everything that little bit more clearly.

She loved him. He knew that deep in his bones. There was no way he could feel so much for her and not have that reciprocated. She loved Ellie. So gone was the loss and back was the pure anger. Anger he had to keep tight to his chest for a little longer so he could make sure his sister got through this bloody awful day.

Unfortunately, his eyes strayed to his girlfriend he would not call her his ex-girlfriend as she clung to his sister in her sleep. Compassion nudged at the ache his chest. Jocelyn was too young to have lost so much.

A mother, a father, a sister and a best friend. And now she was facing the possibility of losing another. It was ridiculous.

It was a colossally sick joke. He got it. She was terrified. Pushing his frustration aside, Braden gently nudged Ellie awake. Her eyes, eyes that matched his own, opened slowly and he tried not to inhale sharply at the redness in them, at the bleakness in the depths of them.

Braden wished he could do something. He wished this were happening to him instead of her. Not to Els— one of the kindest, warmest, sweetest gift life had ever given him. Come on, sweetheart, time to get up. While he watched to make sure Ellie was eating, Braden was very much aware of the increasingly horrendous tension between him and Jocelyn, and although he tried his best, every time she came near him his anger made him instinctively move away from her.

Ellie caught on fast after that. Dunham later this afternoon, just as planned. When he felt particularly guilty Braden did what he knew best: ordered people around.

You broke up because of me? Ellie jutted her chin out, her expression mulish, and Braden was actually happy to see the fire back in her eyes, even if he was to blame for it. What happened? Now get in the shower. More guilt made him feel even more pissed off. Like it had been waiting for Els to leave, his anger stoked to new life and he clenched his hands into fists to keep from yelling just for the hell of it.

He held it together though. Braden needed a reaction out of her, anything to give away her true feelings. New tactic? Perhaps something a little friendlier? Braden cleared his throat. Just for once could she not put that fucking armor of hers away? This was Ellie they were talking about. She stood leaning against the kitchen counter, her usually healthy, olive-toned complexion was dulled with pain and fear.

She was such a Goddamn liar. The anger took hold again. Unlike me, she has your love. Be brave and fucking tell me. He held himself still, waiting. Point blank range. How dare she! How fuc— Braden fought for control, inwardly struggling while on the outside he kept his face icily impassive.

The hurt he felt was unbelievable. In that moment he lost himself in the need to hurt her back. But that would just cause Ellie more pain. Just one more push. You did it to me last night. I broke up with you. She was not playing the victim in this scenario.

Well… I could give a shit about you.

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Watching her physically react to the words, Braden would have given anything to take them back. Her eyes, rounded with horror, began to fill with tears. Self-recrimination somehow made him even madder at her even as he shot toward her to comfort her. A second later Braden ducked to avoid the missile flying for his head. He was on her before she could grab at it, pinning her wrists to her sides as he pressed his body into hers to restrain her against the counter.

I hate you. I hate you! I lied. I was angry. You know I would never do to you what was done to me. He would never cheat on anyone. And he most definitely would never cheat on Jocelyn. He loved her. But for now he felt less burdened than he had that morning because he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Jocelyn Butler loved him back. They both knew. It was a Saturday night and instead of going out and relaxing with some mates he was at home, working.

Adam frowned, pushing his laptop away. Why did he have to go and think about that? Ever since he discovered that treacherous little git had been using Ellie as part of some melodramatic corporate espionage crap, the blood in his veins had been pumping at a melting hot temperature.

Any man would be lucky to have Ellie Nichols and that punk idiot had made a crack about Ellie being nothing more than a bonus hot fuck. It had taken everything within Braden not to fly at the arsehole. Rich hurt someone he cared about. It was more than that, though. His feelings for Ellie were anything but brotherly. He wanted her. The searing possessive jealousy that had coursed through him then coursed through him last night when Rich Stirling bragged about her.

It was about the continual frustration he felt that he could never have what other men could have from her. Not if he wanted to keep Braden and his sister in his life forever. They were his family. End of. He needed something to take his mind off… everything.

He checked his phone. Maybe he should catch up with Braden out on the town. Just as he was about to call his friend his phone started ringing. Instead of being annoyed that the object of his distraction was now in his face distracting him, Adam felt concerned. Ellie had had one helluva week and he had to make sure she was alright.

Are you okay for me to come up? He opened his door and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for the lift doors to open.

When they did something in his chest squeezed. Ellie stepped out, dressed casually and she somehow still managed to look like a supermodel. She raised an arm, waving a bottle of wine at him. The hem of the cropped top she was wearing rose revealing her toned waist and creamy skin. Adam ignored the heat that flooded him and gave her a curious smile, pretending to be completely unaffected by her perfection.

She sighed at the question in his smile. She particularly hated when he was involved in a brawl, no matter the circumstances.

Ellie reached it at the same time he did and as she leaned against the counter her hem rose again, flashing more tempting skin. He looked away quickly, pouring her a glass of wine.

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It was my pleasure, believe me. I mean, he really fucked with you. An image he did not want in his head lambasted him and the anger he felt from before threatened to rise to the surface. She had such delicate hands for a tall girl. They were so small against his. As soon as he did he felt another wave of angry satisfaction roll over him. Christ, did Ellie still have feelings for that moron? Relieved that was her reason and unnerved by his relief, Adam pulled his hand gently out of hers.

According to sources I was nowhere near New Town or Rich last night. Something she did when she was nervous or worried. She walked away from him. Instantly disliking the distance she was putting between them Adam followed her as she walked into the sitting area and sat down on his couch. Deliberately, he sat down close to her, putting his arm along the couch behind him, effectively trapping her. She flicked him a look. He had to comfort her not rile her.

Ellie smiled suddenly. Any guy would be lucky to have you. His eyes flickered over her and his mouth went dry. He grabbed up his wine glass and took a drink, trying to erase the thoughts he was having.

As they sat and talked any attempt to fight his attraction to Els was foiled at every turn by her. She was an affectionate person but tonight she was being really touchy feely. She was flirting with him. Satisfaction thrummed through him. It was wrong that he cared that Ellie had feelings for him. He knew that. But there was a selfish part of him that was elated that Ellie wanted him in return, that was glad the frustration he felt was also felt by her.

He should have stopped her when she put her hand on his thigh or squeezed his hand. So she pushed it. He was in the middle of talking about his absent parents when she yawned, stretching her arms up. The movement forced her breasts out and her hem rose up revealing even more toned, silky skin. She was trying to kill him. She had the longest legs… those legs… he tensed at the thought of having those legs wrapped around him.

But it could never be just a casual thing for her because… Adam knew she loved him. And why oh why did that make him even more turned on. He needed her to leave. In answer she put her hand on his leg and slowly glided her head up his thigh. The heat zinged in his blood, his dick so hard for her he was in pain.

Her fingers neared his straining zipper and his eyes fell to her trembling mouth. He had to stop this. He should stop this.

Adam grabbed her wrist and yanked her to him. Then he was kissing that mouth that provoked him so much. The kiss turned wild almost instantly.

She was suddenly straddling him as he tasted the hot and sweet on her tongue. His hands were everywhere, desperate to touch every part of her beautiful body. His control was gone. All that mattered was the girl in his arms and tasting every inch of her.

She rode him as their kisses turned dirty and deep, wet and biting. He approached the large doorman and they began to speak, and a few seconds later they were waved in past the queue as Darren disappeared into the club. It all was going as planned. If there was one thing Braden had gotten good at it, it was reading people.

Which meant he could use her to make Jocelyn jealous without causing trouble between husband and wife. It took some self-control but he managed not to look at Jocelyn as soon as he entered the bar. The difficulty in that was that the draw between them was so great his eyes usually found her before he could stop himself. Then he felt it. The flicker.

Tonight was definitely going to go to plan. They were seated and Darren was at the bar when Jocelyn walked over to them. Donna was far more glamorously dressed, and yet it was Jocelyn Butler in black skinny jeans and that fucking tight white tank top that showed a generous cleavage that elicited a visceral reaction in him.

She was deliberately avoiding his gaze, saying hello to Ellie and Adam, offering them drinks. Understanding dawned in her intelligent tip-tilted eyes and he watched the irritation flash through them seconds before her whole body turned rigid with determination. Definitely pissed off. The obvious flirtation he could see going on between her and her colleagues escalated when one of them took hold of her and kissed her. With tongue.

As it went on, he withdrew into himself, frustration and anger burning deep in his belly. Jocelyn knew what was between them. She knew. Fine by me. Braden tried to cool his anger before going to her. But it did. She was more. It was possible… she was his. It was with that primal knowledge deep inside him he opened the door and stepped inside a tiny office to find her. Jocelyn had her delicious derriere perched on the edge of a desk, her eyes coming up from the carpet as she sipped at a can of soda.

Braden was once more impressed by her ability to keep her face perfectly blank. Not many people could do that.

Sometimes he could read her. Then she made a mistake. She let her eyes roam. She was checking him out. She wanted him. That pissed Braden off. If she wanted him, what was so damn complicated about it that she had to fuck around with other men and he had to fuck around trying to get a reaction out of her? It was time to lay it all out. Those unusual gunmetal gray eyes of hers rounded a little as she detected the obvious anger in his voice. Still with the games?

He knew instantly bloody Ellie had told her that there had been occasions he and Adam had swapped women. It was decided: his sister knew too much about his private life. And now Braden was done messing around here.

It overtook reason, logic… Suddenly she was in his arms, one hand gripping the back of her delicate nape, the other jerking up her curvy thigh so he could push in between her legs and position her on the desk to be devoured.

He crushed that lush mouth beneath his and groaned deep as Jocelyn clung to him, kissing him back. His grip on her tightened, their kiss deepening, becoming rough and desperate.

He wanted inside her so badly, wanted her naked and passionate beneath him. At the thought Braden pulled back, breaking the kiss as he slid two fingers under the strap of her tank top.

Their eyes locked. There was something hard and cold in the very depths of them Loss.

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Her gray eyes were soft and dazed, her fingers dug into his skin, and right then he was the only thing on her mind. If possible he grew even harder. Eyes still locked on hers, Braden tugged gently on the strap of the tank top and brought it down, revealing her bra beneath, before repeating the process with her bra strap in order to bear one luscious breast to his world.

His eyes dropped to it, and he glided his hand up her ribs to cup the delicious weight. She was perfect. Her skin satin soft under his caresses.

He brushed his thumb over the tight, puckered nipple of her left breast and his muscles tightened at the little erotic gasp that fell from between her lips. His eyes shot to her face and he was overwhelmed by what he felt in that moment. Braden felt raw. A little lost. It was up to this young, terrified, stubborn, sexy as hell woman who seemed determined to keep him at bay. While he felt like they were on the cusp of something here, to her was he just a man she was attracted to?

If her colleague was standing between her legs, fondling her breasts, would she be gasping and panting for him, giving him the soft in her eyes? He caught the flash of hurt in her gaze before it turned furious as she jerkily yanked her bra and top back up. Guilt for causing her any kind of hurt warred with satisfaction as Braden denied her space, taking hold of her wrists to stop her physical assault against him.

He pushed deeper into her legs, determined that by the end of this night there would be a new understanding between them. She wanted him, he wanted her. His emotions were involved, and now he knew for definite that hers were too. Which made what happened earlier really piss him off. His grip grew unyielding.

He kissed her, deliberately tormented them both by rubbing his hard on between her legs. The struggle died out of her pretty fast and as she began to melt into him, pushing against him for more, he tried to get the answer he needed out of her while she was lust-drugged.

He needed inside her. Stubborn little brat. He smiled, sliding his hand along the inside of her thigh until he was cupping her. He rubbed two fingers hard against the seam of her jeans and watched her face flush and her eyelashes flutter shut over her extraordinary eyes. The anticipation was sweet, hot foreplay. Braden lifted her easily, delighting in the disappearance of her recalcitrance as she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He turned, pinning her against the nearest surface, which happened to be the wall, fitting his erection between her legs and thrusting against her.

She gasped against his mouth and that was it for him. As Braden tried to catch his breath, he glared at the bartender. The door closed behind her colleague and Braden reluctantly eased her to the ground. Jesus, what the hell was she doing to him? Gently, he grasped her chin and raised it so she had to meet his very determined gaze.

The heat flooded her gaze. He grinned, pleased with himself and the reaction he elicited in her. Tenderness rushed over him. He was going to help her find it. This was part of the job that had started to wear on him—the socializing, inane conversation and shrugging on the charm in order to get young men and women to download booze in his bar. What Braden really wanted to do was find Jocelyn and take her home to bed so they could do a bit of one-on-one socializing of their own.

Something had happened to ruffle her feathers since then. Craning his neck, his gaze moved across the floor to the bar. Ellie was standing by herself at one side and Adam was chatting up a random woman on the other. Jocelyn was nowhere to be seen.

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A sense of foreboding moved through him and he clenched his jaw, attempting to calm down. The American was driving him crazy. Most of the time he enjoyed it. No woman had ever made him feel the way she did. There were times, however, that the strength of his feelings for her, including the possessiveness she brought out in him, bothered him. It unsettled him because for the first time in his life he had no control over a situation. He had no idea if he could persuade Jocelyn to give their relationship a real chance after their three months were up.

And lately the thought of losing her… the thought of her just slipping through his hands… It terrified him. Anxious, he ignored the giggling young women who were trying to flirt with him and made his way toward the dance floor, eyes sweeping the space for a familiar dark blonde head. He stopped when he found her, relief moving through him as he drank in her smiling face.

His gaze shifted to see who was receiving that smile. The music grew muffled; the room felt a little unsteady. That traitorous little bastard who was right now eye fucking his girlfriend. That traitorous little bastard who Jocelyn was smiling at! Rage stronger than anything Braden had felt before flooded into his blood—turning it molten hot.

He had no idea how he got across the dance floor. His chest heaved with the effort to control his breathing as everyone around them pulled back with gasps and cries. Somewhere behind him the volume of the music decreased. Braden stared down at Gavin who held a hand to his bleeding nose.

The friend who fucked Analise.

Why the hell were you talking to him like you know him? He helped me once. How about it, Joss? You fancy shagging a real man? He was barely even aware of pummeling the son-of-a-bitch until Adam pulled him off, muttering calming words in his ears. The haze cleared as club security grabbed hold of Gavin. With the threat of murder in his tone he warned the piece of shit to stay away from Jocelyn.

Gavin touched his face, wincing. Is her pussy made of gold or something? On the rare occasion when he and Adam were faced with a challenge, taunted for a fight, he had walked away or stood by and let Adam handle it.

He had never wanted to be that guy again. Braden looked past him to Jocelyn who stared at him in shock and concern. What the hell was she doing to him? Without a word, he turned and none-too-gently led her through the dance floor and upstairs to his office where he hauled her inside. She stumbled against his desk as he slammed the door shut behind them and turned the lock. All he knew was that all the blood in his body was shooting toward his cock and he was shocked by the primal urge he had to take Jocelyn against his desk.

He wanted to brand himself on her, fuck her so deep and make her come so hard there would be no question about who she belonged to. As his possessiveness burned in his gut, he was angry at himself for it. Angry at her for it. His eyes raked over her gorgeous body and the sexy dress she was wearing.

What bothered him was the thought of her letting a man close enough, just close enough, for him to realize that Jocelyn Butler was fucking magnificent. Funny, smart, challenging, exciting, surprising, vulnerable, compassionate, stubborn… the kind of woman no man could resist. Braden strode toward her, finding it difficult to control the temper that still burned near the surface of his emotions.

Then you start flirting with the man who fucking betrayed me. God help him but it just made him harder for her. I like it, so suck it up. What is this, Braden? Something like hurt. Braden had unintentionally hurt her.

A sharp ache pierced his chest at the thought and he gripped her hips, holding her gently against him.

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Her eyes flared at the feel of his erection digging into her. She scoffed. Braden snapped. He knew one way to get to the truth. She could never hide from him when he was inside her.

When he moved inside her everything she felt for him was in her eyes. She cared. And right now, more than ever, Braden needed to see it. In one quick movement he had her braced on the desk with her dress rucked up around her waist. He felt her tremble around him.

It halted him, and the guilt flooded him. Guilt for abandoning her that evening. Guilt for treating her like a possession, and worse, for thinking even for a second she would betray him like Analise did.

It was all he wanted, because he needed her right then.

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Needed her to explain how he could have lost his control, how he could have let his rage get the best of him after all these years. I hit him. Seeing him with you… I hit him. In that moment Braden felt more sure of her than he ever had before. You are. I love you. Instead he showed her how he felt as he hungrily kissed her. He laid waste to them both as he took her on his desk, knowing as he thrust inside her, her cries filling his ears, that it would never be enough.

Not until she admitted what he already knew. Jocelyn was his. His eyes swept over Ellie and Jocelyn as they laid sleeping together, heads tucked into each other, their hands held tight. Even now he could see the tear tracks on both their faces. When the possibility of losing someone you loved hung in the air, twenty-four hours might as well have been twenty-four years.

He held it together for her even after Jocelyn stormed out of the flat, leaving them to deal with the news alone. Until he knocked on Elodie Nichols door and she led him inside. For the first time since his father had died, Braden shed silent tears while Elodie stroked his back and offered him her counsel.

Growing up, Braden had had no one. Then Ellie had come along when he was seven. Elodie had tried from the very beginning to be kind to him, but he was wary of women because of his mother. Ellie was a different story altogether. His only family. She was one of his best friends. And she loved him with a pure and utter adoration that an unloved young boy had needed. He truly believed Ellie and Adam had saved him. Els was a part of him. She was in his blood, in every breath— a basic, essential part of his very being.

The thought of losing her was agonizing. But he had to be strong for her, because as terrified as he was, he knew she must be a million times more so. With Elodie, he could finally break. They could break together. Braden Carmichael was not a man to shed tears, nor a man who easily let his emotions show. Not for Els. Then as they talked it over, as Elodie gave him her perspective, the emotions of the day began to grow calmer, and Braden saw everything that little bit more clearly.

She loved him. He knew that deep in his bones. There was no way he could feel so much for her and not have that reciprocated. She loved Ellie. So gone was the loss and back was the pure anger. Anger he had to keep tight to his chest for a little longer so he could make sure his sister got through this bloody awful day.

Unfortunately, his eyes strayed to his girlfriend he would not call her his ex-girlfriend as she clung to his sister in her sleep. Compassion nudged at the ache his chest. Jocelyn was too young to have lost so much. A mother, a father, a sister and a best friend. And now she was facing the possibility of losing another. It was ridiculous. It was a colossally sick joke. He got it.

She was terrified. Pushing his frustration aside, Braden gently nudged Ellie awake. Her eyes, eyes that matched his own, opened slowly and he tried not to inhale sharply at the redness in them, at the bleakness in the depths of them.

Braden wished he could do something. He wished this were happening to him instead of her. Not to Els— one of the kindest, warmest, sweetest gift life had ever given him. Come on, sweetheart, time to get up. While he watched to make sure Ellie was eating, Braden was very much aware of the increasingly horrendous tension between him and Jocelyn, and although he tried his best, every time she came near him his anger made him instinctively move away from her.

Ellie caught on fast after that. Dunham later this afternoon, just as planned. When he felt particularly guilty Braden did what he knew best: ordered people around. You broke up because of me? Ellie jutted her chin out, her expression mulish, and Braden was actually happy to see the fire back in her eyes, even if he was to blame for it.

What happened? Now get in the shower. More guilt made him feel even more pissed off. Like it had been waiting for Els to leave, his anger stoked to new life and he clenched his hands into fists to keep from yelling just for the hell of it.

He held it together though. Braden needed a reaction out of her, anything to give away her true feelings. New tactic? Perhaps something a little friendlier? Braden cleared his throat. Just for once could she not put that fucking armor of hers away?

This was Ellie they were talking about. She stood leaning against the kitchen counter, her usually healthy, olive-toned complexion was dulled with pain and fear. She was such a Goddamn liar.

The anger took hold again. Unlike me, she has your love. Be brave and fucking tell me. He held himself still, waiting. Point blank range. How dare she! How fuc— Braden fought for control, inwardly struggling while on the outside he kept his face icily impassive. The hurt he felt was unbelievable.

In that moment he lost himself in the need to hurt her back. But that would just cause Ellie more pain. Just one more push. You did it to me last night.

I broke up with you. She was not playing the victim in this scenario. Well… I could give a shit about you. Watching her physically react to the words, Braden would have given anything to take them back. Her eyes, rounded with horror, began to fill with tears. Self-recrimination somehow made him even madder at her even as he shot toward her to comfort her. A second later Braden ducked to avoid the missile flying for his head.

He was on her before she could grab at it, pinning her wrists to her sides as he pressed his body into hers to restrain her against the counter. I hate you. I hate you! I lied. I was angry. You know I would never do to you what was done to me. He would never cheat on anyone. And he most definitely would never cheat on Jocelyn. He loved her. But for now he felt less burdened than he had that morning because he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Jocelyn Butler loved him back.

They both knew. It was a Saturday night and instead of going out and relaxing with some mates he was at home, working. Adam frowned, pushing his laptop away. Why did he have to go and think about that? Ever since he discovered that treacherous little git had been using Ellie as part of some melodramatic corporate espionage crap, the blood in his veins had been pumping at a melting hot temperature. Any man would be lucky to have Ellie Nichols and that punk idiot had made a crack about Ellie being nothing more than a bonus hot fuck.

It had taken everything within Braden not to fly at the arsehole. Rich hurt someone he cared about. It was more than that, though. His feelings for Ellie were anything but brotherly. He wanted her. The searing possessive jealousy that had coursed through him then coursed through him last night when Rich Stirling bragged about her.

It was about the continual frustration he felt that he could never have what other men could have from her. Not if he wanted to keep Braden and his sister in his life forever. They were his family.

End of. He needed something to take his mind off… everything. He checked his phone. Maybe he should catch up with Braden out on the town. Just as he was about to call his friend his phone started ringing.

Instead of being annoyed that the object of his distraction was now in his face distracting him, Adam felt concerned. Ellie had had one helluva week and he had to make sure she was alright. Are you okay for me to come up? He opened his door and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for the lift doors to open. When they did something in his chest squeezed. Ellie stepped out, dressed casually and she somehow still managed to look like a supermodel.

She raised an arm, waving a bottle of wine at him. The hem of the cropped top she was wearing rose revealing her toned waist and creamy skin. Adam ignored the heat that flooded him and gave her a curious smile, pretending to be completely unaffected by her perfection. She sighed at the question in his smile. She particularly hated when he was involved in a brawl, no matter the circumstances. Ellie reached it at the same time he did and as she leaned against the counter her hem rose again, flashing more tempting skin.

He looked away quickly, pouring her a glass of wine. It was my pleasure, believe me. I mean, he really fucked with you.

An image he did not want in his head lambasted him and the anger he felt from before threatened to rise to the surface. She had such delicate hands for a tall girl.

They were so small against his. As soon as he did he felt another wave of angry satisfaction roll over him. Christ, did Ellie still have feelings for that moron? Relieved that was her reason and unnerved by his relief, Adam pulled his hand gently out of hers.