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I slide my hands to his shoulders to hang on because I do want it. But I also want to give him what he wants. “Settling? You sound disappointed.”

He shakes his head but his lustful eyes drop to his hand between my legs and I swear I become wetter. “Never. For a bad situation, you’re pretty fucking perfect.”

As he keeps finger fucking me, I try to reach for his thumb but I can’t find it. With no other choice, I have to widen my legs even more.

Oh. There he is.

It feels so good, I give him what he wants. I move.

“Fuck,” he groans, spurring me on. When I look down, his eyes are on my sex. His hand at my hip that was holding me steady, works its way around to my ass, to help me move.

And I move with everything I can. It’s close—I can feel it building.

I’ve never been like this with anyone. But, with Eli, it’s different. I’m different. Maybe it’s because whatever this is between us, it’s ours. No one knows about us. I’ve always treasured my privacy, but the longer I’ve been at MI and moved up the ranks, I don’t just value it. I’m greedy for it. I don’t need anyone judging me more than they already do.

But it’s the way he looks at me. Talks to me. The way I can tell he wants me—both me and my body.

“I can feel you. Come on my hand, baby.”

Oh, yes. He wants all of me. And I can’t wait to give it to him.

My breathing shallows, my head lists, and I lower myself onto his hand as far as I can. Then it happens for the second time. When my body starts to convulse, I try to pull back and that’s when Eli takes over. His arm rounds my waist, holding me tight and, just like before, he wrings it out of me until I fall limp for the second time in the matter of thirty minutes.

Lying here against his chest, sexually spent and relaxed with my hair frizzing and my arms hindered by my robe, his hands start moving on me again. I didn’t know it was possible to be more relaxed, but his touch on my skin does it.

He turns and puts his lips to my forehead. “Be ready to go by midnight.”

I try to wrap my arms around him to give him a squeeze, but my robe is holding me hostage. Instead, I press into him and mumble, “You really know how to get a girl to do what you want.”

His hand snakes up into my messy hair and I can’t imagine what I look like. When he tips my head back, he’s serious as shit when he states, “We’ve barely begun. I have all kinds of plans for you.”

Wow.

And shit.

I can’t lie. Something lying dormant, deep inside me, is a little intrigued.

Chapter 15

Glutes

Jen

“Welcome to our crazy family.” I hug my new sister-in-law. “Let me just say, you’re lucky you live in Nebraska.”

Paige Carpino—now Paige Montgomery as of thirty minutes ago—smiles in a way that tells me she’s not going to argue. And who can blame her? The way my last few weeks have gone, I might run off to Nebraska to live in my brother’s basement if it weren’t for my orgasm-inducing secret federal agent.

“We might live in Nebraska, but Cam loves it here. I know how happy it made him to have the wedding where he grew up. Thank you for everything.” Paige puts a hand to her baby bump and I’m not quite sure I’ve ever seen anyone more genuinely happy. It almost takes my breath away.

Paige and I have become close. Even when my hard-headed big brother was being a dipshit, I did everything I could to keep her in the fold because, if anyone knows Cam, it’s me. I knew he loved her and he’d come around. She’s good to the core. She already loves Cam’s kids, Jordy and Cara, as her own and I know for a fact she’d move heaven and earth for my brother, even though she’ll never need to. He’s already done it for her and will keep on with that for the rest of his days.

I smile and tip my head. “If by thanking me for everything, you mean keeping my mother in check, you’re welcome.”

Paige tries to hide a grin and we both know for a fact that’s what she meant. “Well, my mother is just as … imposing.” She looks around and sighs. “It grew into a massive event overnight, didn’t it? I’m featuring it all on my blog and it’s going to be bigger than I ever imagined. I can’t wait to get the pictures back.”

She’s not wrong about that. What started out as a small family wedding between the Montgomerys and the Carpinos has turned into the social affair of the season. I’m pretty sure hotels are booked from here to Ft. Worth with guests who traveled in and they weren’t let down. No expense has been spared by either Paige’s family or ours—but, then again, any event at the ranch is a sight to see.

“Hey, you two.” Ellie shows up by my side and hands me a drink. “Blood orange Moscow mule. Drink up, sista. I’m introducing you to the quarterback whether you like it or not.”

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