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A sharp cry of pleasure squeaked out, and Sophia pushed her ass back, taking in more of his dick.

He let loose a strangled growl as pleasure took hold. Sliding his palms over the smooth contours of her butt, he pumped into her.

“Oh my god.” Sophia’s stifled cry echoed in the bathroom.

She was close to coming again. He circled his hand around her waist and brought his fingertips to her clit, rubbing side to side.

“Yes, Cole. Ah, yes.” She arched her back even more, and the action sent him deeper.

A hiss escaped through his teeth. He tilted his head back and let out a primitive growl. Her ass cheeks bounced with each thrust, igniting every male instinct in his brain to fuck her harder.

He rested his free palm on the small of her back, and she let loose a husky moan. Her wetness coated his cock, making the ride even more slick. “Sophia, Christ,” he wheezed.

His dick pumped with his growing orgasm, and in a few more strokes, his body shook and his release surged from his body. He rode her until his senses stopped vibrating. Resting his hands on either side of the counter next to her waist, he heaved a sigh. “Holy shit.”

Sophia’s head lifted from its bent position, and she held his gaze in the mirror. Her eyelids were heavy, her cheeks and chest red, and her hair mussed. She blinked lazily, still joined with him. A shy smile touched her lips, and her eyelashes kissed her cheeks on a blink. His heart palpitated and his dick constricted inside her. Goddamn, the last thing he wanted to do was stop.

Christ. Sophia had ruined him.

He was fucking sunk.

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An hour later, Sophia lay curled against Cole’s chest. The rapid beat of his heart thumped against her palm. His arm was looped around her hips, heat coming off his body in waves.

Probably because they’d just had sex. Again. After sharing the shower, he hadn’t been able to keep his lips and mouth off her. Her lady bits were surely swollen and definitely tender... but also sated in a way they’d never been. Three freaking orgasms in an hour.

Mind-boggling.

Her gaze drifted to the clock beyond Cole’s shoulder. Despite her yearning to stay rooted to this spot, to sleep in Cole’s arms and not think about all the ways she’d just made a colossal mistake... she had to return to Bella’s bed. If she woke up alone, her daughter would be terrified.

Shifting away from the comfort of Cole’s muscular abs, she tucked the blankets around him. A soft snore rumbled from his lips as she slipped out of the room. She hadn’t changed into pajamas when she’d gotten into bed with him, and she needed something comfier than her clothes to sleep in. She also didn’t want to wake Bella by getting her own clothes from the spare room.

She moved to Cole’s dresser and thumbed around inside until she found a T-shirt. After shoving the material over her head, she silently left the room, closing the door behind her. She paused outside the spare room and hovered her fingers over the smooth wood. Not a sound came from inside.

Pushing open the door, she entered the room and then went around to the vacant side of the bed. Moonlight spilled in from a break in the curtains, revealing Bella sleeping exactly how Sophia had left her less than two hours ago. She lifted the blankets and scooted over the mattress then snuggled Bella into her embrace.

Her body still hummed with the driving passion that had completely eroded her common sense.

Good god, had she really slept with Cole?

That wasn’t even a question. Nor could it really be a regret—she’d done it multiple times already.

She was in over her head. He wasn’t a man to mess with, nor was he a man who represented stability or permanence—something she and Bella needed. The idea of Cole being domesticated into a husband and father figure was laughable.

Even if he wasn’t a cold-blooded killer. Even if he did have a good heart under all that brawn... He was still too dangerous to have around her daughter. His lifestyle and enemies alone were enough to put the brakes on whatever they had going.

No, there was certainly no future with Cole Holmes.

She closed her eyes, but immediately his face filled her mind. Gray, ferocious eyes that made her want to strip naked with just one look. His chiseled jaw that flexed and hardened whenever she disagreed with him. And most of all, the shimmer of admiration she’d witnessed on his face more than once.

Why couldn’t things be different? Why couldn’t he be a normal dude with a nine-to-five and a clean record?

Because then he’d be lacking in appeal, Sophia.

Was this a midlife crisis? It had to be.

Once again, she acknowledged that whatever had gotten into her was reckless. But it didn’t matter. Now, Bella was found and there was no reason to be in the same room as Cole. She’d call Kenneth and Bart in the morning. Bella would have to stay with her dad for at least a few days, until Sophia could be sure the people responsible for the kidnapping were gone—dead. Which would be another battle on its own. She’d have to roll with the punches and hope Kenneth saw her missteps as sheer motherly desperation.

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