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My hips slow, and I release her legs. Sienna is boneless, her hair a mess, her face flushed and eyes bright.

"You're incredible," she breathes, and the compliment sends a pang of affection straight to my heart. "That was incredible. Oh, Garrett..."

"Come here." I can tell she's spent, and while we should clean up, I don't have the heart to force her to her feet when she so obviously needs to be held.

She curls into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and within seconds, her breathing is steady, her body relaxed.

"That's right, princess," I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Daddy's got you."

Sienna's mine. A realization hits me. I'll kill anyone who tries to take her away if that's what it takes. For now, though, I'll hold her while she sleeps, and when she wakes up, I'll have her all over again.

CHAPTER 5

Sienna

The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm, golden glow over the bed. It’s the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. The second is Garrett, still fast asleep beside me. The third is how freaking comfortable the mattress is.

And the fourth is how deliciously sore I am between my legs. Oh.Oh.

Now I remember what we did last night, and I feel hot all over.

I lie there, soaking in the opportunity to simply look at Garrett. I’m a totally different person from when I met him less than a week ago, but I think I like myself a lot better. I love the changes Garrett has inspired in me.

I love Garrett. Oh shit.

I LOVE Garrett.

The truth of it hits me like an earthquake. I press a hand to my naked chest unconsciously, considering what this all means. I gave him my virginity, but I think he’s had my heart a lot longer than that.

Carefully, with a sense of awe, I trace the line of his cheekbone, then the curve of his lips, marvelling at how soft they are in contrast to his rough beard.

“You know…” Garrett’s eyes stay closed, voice still thick with sleep even as he reaches up to grab my hand, kissing my fingers. “A man could get used to waking up like this.”

My cheeks heat. “Good morning.”

He keeps hold of my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Sleep good, princess?”

“Like a rock,” I admit. “You wore me out.”

A look of triumph flashes over his face, and he grins. “Hell yeah, I did. But I hope you’re well rested. We’ve got a ways to go today.”

I sigh. “Do we have to leave today?”

“Yes. But we’re almost finished, I promise. Just Roswell, and then I’m headed home.”

I let out a slow breath and fold myself into his arms, our bodies flush together. I hate the idea of leaving our little bubble. “We have a few more hours, right?” Garrett hums in confirmation, and I trail my hands down his bare chest. “Then let’s make it count.”

When we’re finally ready to check out, our happy little bubble hasn’t just popped. It’s obliterated.

He’s found me. Oh God, Charles has found me.

Near the lobby door, there are four men, and I know immediately that they are here for me.All of them are broad, hard-faced, dressed in black, and radiating menace. Their eyes zero in on us, and my stomach twists. One of them steps forward, his arms crossed over his chest, blocking our path.

“Going somewhere?”

Garrett doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. Out. Move.”

The man doesn’t budge, and the others shift closer, forming a wall of muscle between us and the exit.

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