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My ass cheeks clench around the plug, only adding to my heightened pleasure. The over-stimulation is going to be my undoing.

When I feel my abs protest from restraining my orgasm, Candy grants me her blessing, screaming her release.

Finally.

There’s no holding back the dam. I grunt, burying myself deep inside her heaven as my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. My body jerks with my violent release as I flood her, damn near pulling me free of her cunt. Intent on remaining inside of her until I’ve emptied, I burrow inside her heat. The hell if I spill outside of her. Finishing in her snug clutch is my reward for holding off as long as I had.

After several minutes of me wrapped around her like a boa and our labored breathing returning to normal, the vibration around my cock and balls becomes unbearable. Regrettably, I pull myself free of her warmth, loving the sight of my come dripping out of her pussy and sliding down her toned thighs.

As I fall onto my back, I roll the rings off my dick and nuts, pulling a groan from my lungs.

Candy rolls to her side, biting her bottom lip to stifle her snicker as she watches me. “That was fun.”

“Fun?” I bark a laugh. “That was fucking sublime. We’re going to do that again—soon. Please?”

“You know it.”

I reach between my legs, gritting my teeth as I pull the plug out of my sore ass. Little bastards always hurt like a bitch on the way out.

“As long as you plug me next time, too,” she adds, a hint of amusement in her sultry voice.

Staggered, my head whips to face hers. “You’re literally trying to strangle my dick to death, aren’t you?”

She giggles, her face lighting up in a beautiful smile. “Not possible. But we can have fun trying.”

“Hell yeah, we can,” I say with enthusiasm before pulling her in for a deep, unhurried kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTY

CANDY

First thing the next day, I’m back in the larger conference room with the team leading the operation in the Aspen sex trafficking case.

As ungodly early as our day kicks off, I’m grateful we didn’t start back in the gym. My body is still achy from Triple’s self-defense training yesterday and the earth-shattering orgasm Butch gave me last night. I need a few more hours of rest before going through the battering ram again.

This meeting is a small blessing. But my training is far from over. This morning’s assembly will focus on different areas relevant to our work.

I’m sipping my big mug of steaming coffee, loaded down with chocolate creamer and nibbling on one of Opal’s delicious homemade bagels slathered in cream cheese while I listen intently to Gauge and Atlas explain the positions each team member will play in the investigation.

“It’s important we have our roles perfected prior to going into this operation,” Gauge informs us, probably more for my knowledge since I’m new to all of this.

The VP points a thick finger to whom he’s addressing as he speaks. “Piero will play himself, wanting to build ties with Duffy or whoever else may lead the flesh trade. Keep us informed of any convos between you and Duffy prior to the auction. It’s important our team knows all the details to prevent being ambushed by our enemy. It goes without saying, but make sure you withhold your disgust for their actions. We can’t afford for our personal feelings to affect the case.”

“Understood,” Piero agrees with a small nod of his head, impeccably dressed in a three-piece business suit. Even this early in the morning, the don dresses to impress. He’s so polished compared to our crew in their worn denim pants, scuffed biker boots, Henley long-sleeve shirts, and black leather cuts—he sticks out like a sore thumb. The guys will need to step up their game and splurge on some Armani suits or equivalent if they’re going to pass for Piero’s security detail.

Gauge continues on to the next. “Butch, Tank, and Ziggy will be your muscle for the event, along with three of your men—Nico, Davide, and Enzo. No crime boss goes anywhere without his bodyguards. Piero’s men are for him. Our crew is for Candy.”

Seems like overkill. I quickly swallow down my mouthful of bagel. “Three bodyguards for me? Isn’t that excessive?”

“No,” Atlas chimes in, his voice firm. “For appearances, all the men will be there as Piero’s security detail. However, three bodyguards for each of you will be effective if something were to arise where you needed protection.”

“But six bodyguards is a lot,” I explain to Atlas and the team. “The few times I went with Lorenzo to auctions, the most guards accompanying him were four.”

Piero waves off my concern. “No one will be surprised to see me with such a large party. I’m a new investor walking into unfamiliar terrain. It would look more suspicious if I didn’t bring a bigger detail. Better to have more manpower than not enough.”

“Okay,” I concede. “Makes sense.”

“Butch and Ziggy will also work inside tech if need be, while Chase works his magic from the outside,” Gauge says to the guys before turning his attention to me.

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