Page 62 of Unexpected Redemption

Contentment dusts over me. “I have to admit something.”

He quirks his head to the side, looking as curious as a cat. Adorable.

“A minute ago, I had a fleeting thought you gave me some happy hand time to make me agreeable. So I wouldn’t argue with you about watching the... you know.Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I know.”

He gnashes his teeth together, tipping his head from side to side. “However, I have a slight confession too. Although I didn’t do it consciously, I might have needed those few minutes of bringing you pleasure to remind me what I’m fighting for.”

Huh.

“Fighting for?”

“Needed a fresh reminder of the woman I’m earning. Something to stop me from killing him tonight after he tells me what I need to know.”

My response comes out in a squeak that barely hides my laughter. “You finger banged me so you wouldn’t kill him?”

His nose scrunches up. “I think I did. Is that weird?”

Deep waves of laughter swell up from my belly. “If there’s a problem and making me climax is the solution, I’d be a damned fool to deny you that opportunity. Especiallyif it helps you feel stronger so you can be the manyouwant to be.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I’m a giver.”

His laugh tickles my lips before he kisses me, long and deep.

And then he makes good on his threat to make me eat, hauling me into the break room. He pulls out a chair for me like a proper Southern gentleman. After he places a sandwich and bottle of water in front of me, he commands me to fill my belly. The little twinkle in his eye the whole time has me on my best behavior.

Once I take my first bite, he kisses me on the top of my head and disappears into a cloud of sexy pheromones.

Can’t believe he made me come so he’d feel strong enough to let Yev live. As if what’s between my legs holds some magic power.

Laughing to myself, I glance at my groin area and whisper, “Good job, little kitty. You’re a hero.”

Chapter 12

The family

TOMER

Henderson stands guard in the hallway outside room 107. His expression hardens as we approach, brows bunched in tight.

Aaron and I trade glances, silently wondering what the hell is up with him.

Sawyer doesn’t do anything silently, though. “What’s wrong, sport? You seem confused.”

No clue what that voice was. Just . . . odd. They can’t all be Tyson.

Henderson gestures toward the mask that’s loosely resting on the top of his head.

Ah. Now I see what’s concerning him. Normally, we’d be covered up when taking part in aggressive interrogation tactics. That way, they can’t identify any of us specifically if they decide to run their mouths to the cops. That explains why he was about to pull his balaclava the rest of the way over his face.

“Nope,” I answer. “Not this time. You can take it off.”

His jaw sags. “What the hell? Protocol changes? We don’t give a shit about breaking the law anymore?”

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