Page 4 of Unexpected Redemption

Surprised by her abrupt one-eighty, I cough out a laugh. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“You want honesty?”

“Always.”

“Yes. We hurt him.” I hold up my index finger and thumb, a centimeter separating them. “Just a tad.”

“Good.”

“If I was able to hold back when we were broken up, imagine what I can do knowing you’re at home waiting for me.”

“Like pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen?”

The mental image she gave me sends a surge of blood to my dick. “If that’s what you want,” I rasp, unable to quash my budding lust.

She notices, a lascivious smirk eating up her expression. “I was only playin’ about that. Does it make you hot or somethin’?”

“It makes me a lot of things, aroused being one of them.”

“Apparently so.” She squirms, dragging her lush ass over my hardening cock. “You got a breedin’ kink you never mentioned?”

Lowering my head a couple of inches, I brush my lips over hers. “Nah. I have a Lettie kink. Especially when you turn on your accent and wriggle this sweet ass around on my dick.”

My mouth finds hers as if guided by sonar. The tiniest whimper flutters past her lips when I angle her head to deepen the kiss. Her grip on the roots of my hair tightens.Dammit. We’re crossing the point of no return.

Icannothave sex with her in the lair.

Someone should tell that to my dick.

Breaking the kiss, I pull back with twenty tons of reluctance. “Not here, sugar.”

“Downstairs? A little quickie?”

“Maybe we should go home. I can’t promise quick or quiet.”

Her posture shifts, and she swings her gaze around the office. “Shoot. I’m a bad influence.” After scurrying off my lap, she straightens her frame and pats her hair down. “I’ll walk the halls and listen to music so you can focus.”

Despite her valiant effort to leave the lair, I catch her just before she gets to the door and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Easy, sweetness.” I kiss the curve of her neck, breathing my words across her silky flesh. “My team accomplished a lottoday, and I’m at a decent stopping point. We can go home. No guilt.”

Twisting in my arms, she scrutinizes me with an almost doubtful glare. “Are you sure? I can find something to keep me busy. The work you’re doing is important.”

My hand explores her face, the back of my knuckles gliding over her smooth cheek. “Spending time with you is too. We’ve been cooped up here for three days. Let’s cut out early tonight. Have some dinner. Watch a movie. Just be with each other. This will be here when we get back.” I glance over my shoulder at my primary monitor. “Besides, my program is running, and I’ll get a notification if it finds anyone from the list.”

Deep in thought, she nibbles the corner of her mouth, then swipes her tongue over the same spot.

“Lettie, what’s that look for?”

She hesitates for only a second before explaining. “For a year, I’ve been second fiddle to your job. And now...” Unable to finish her sentence, she shifts her eye line to the floor and releases a wobbly sigh.

Placing my fingers under her chin, I tilt her face to look into her eyes. “This is one of those times where I have no idea what I’ve done wrong. Don’t youwantto spend the evening at home?”

“It’s not that,” she insists.

“Then what?”

Rolling out her shoulders, she huffs. “Gah. I’m wondering why you worked around the clock when it was on cases for other people, but now you’re totally casual about this one.This case. As if you have all the time in the world. Tomer, there are more girls out there in danger. What about them?”

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