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“Emmett,” she gasped. “I’m—oh, god.”

She began shaking, gripping my shoulders to help slam herself onto me until she finally fell apart. And with a few more thrusts, I followed her over the edge, spilling myself into the condom.

I kissed her softly, then rested my forehead against hers. This was a mistake. A huge mistake. But it felt so damn amazing.

“Definitely better than just a kiss.” She wrapped her arms around me, holding tight as our breathing slowed.

“Jenn,” I whispered as I pulled out and put her down. “My Jenn.”

“I don’t suppose you have another one of those in you?” Apparently, the sex kitten had returned.

“Well, now that we’ve ensured Scarlett and Rav are going to kill me…” I bent, tossed her over my shoulder, and headed forthe bedroom. “I’m going to take you to your room, splay you out, and feast on your gorgeous body until you beg me to stop.”

Her squeal of delight zipped around inside of me, almost making me think Icouldbe the kind of man who’d make her happy.

Chapter 32

Jenn

I woke slowly,savoring the warmth of Emmett’s arms around me. A smile crept all the way out of my chest when I remembered where I was and what had happened last night.

Yesterday morning, we’d woken up like this too, but that had been a semi-innocent co-sleep between friends. This? This was post-three-orgasm bliss.

I nestled closer to Emmett, careful not to wake him. My mind drifted back to our encounter last night, replaying every touch, every kiss. Every lick. Every nip.

Hold on to those memories, Jenn.

Next came the replay of Emmett’s confessions. Kidnapped. Beaten. Trauma responses.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who normally expressed weakness. As an adult, Emmett was always in control and always easy-going. He’d always been strong—a survivor. But the way he’d opened up, showing me his physical and emotional scars? God, it touched me in ways I hadn’t expected.

And how he’d hesitated, struggled with his desire, and his promise to keep me safe. The conflict in his eyes had been clear. My soul hurt just thinking about it. His vulnerability, his honesty—it had melted something inside me.

And the sex? I’d completely forgotten about all the crazy things going on around us. The fake painting, Noah being alive, the De Rosas, the underground casino—all of it was nothing compared to how he’d wrecked me.

I shifted slightly, considering my options. I’d gone into last night swearing it was about getting him out of my system.

That probably meant I should climb out of bed and not get carried away with silly emotions. That would be the wise thing to do, right? Put some distance between us and get my head on straight?

But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right here, in Emmett’s arms, for as long as possible. Was I pathetic? Was it leftover teenage feelings? Or was there something deeper? Something real?

I closed my eyes, listening to Emmett’s steady breathing, and snuggled back a little more, risking waking him up.

And what I felt was morning wood behind me.

Would he still want me this morning?

My bare back to his bare chest, with the light smattering of hair that tickled my skin. He rubbed his short beard against my shoulder, showing me he was awake.

“Emmett…” I whispered, snaking one hand behind me to stroke his hard cock. “Good morning.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, the guttural noise echoing inside me.

“Do you want to…” I continued stroking him, reveling in his obvious need.

He groaned again, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Yes, woman.”

I reached for the bedside table, grabbing another condom for him.

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