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Rough, hard, and emotionless like a hate fuck, or something else—something more.

A choice I never thought I’d have to consider with him.

What was this now? What were we? Was I ready to move towards that four-letter word everyone dreams about?

Want and love were two very different things—one more emotionally complicated than the other.

I stared into his eyes, contemplating what I wanted from him, but words escaped me. There were two sides to this coin, and I was stuck right in the middle, questioning which way I would lean.

He was generating feelings within me that I didn’t think possible, at least not for him.

Just rip the fucking band-aid off, Sienna. You asked for a fresh start; here it is.

“Dealer’s choice.” My voice trembled at the rushed words.

I hated my hesitation, my indecisiveness. After years of desperate attempts to control my life, all I wanted to do was surrender that control to him. A nagging feeling demanded that I trust him with that part of me, that he would care for me in a way no one else did.

“It’s not my choice, it’s yours, love. But I know exactly what you need and are too afraid to ask for.” His voice was a soft and soothing whisper. “Let me show you…”

Repositioning himself, he slid one arm under my shoulder while the other gripped my outer thigh and ass as his hips rolled into me like a wave.

My screaming brain calmed with the movement; all I could see was him. Like an ocean, I was swimming in his bright blue eyes, riding his soothing waves.

His movements were slow and passionate, and not once did he remove his eyes from mine, even when he shifted his weight to be over me completely, settling himself between my thighs with slow, rolling thrusts.

I’ve always loved it rough and fast, but this—this was something else entirely. I never thought you could reach the peak of a climax from movements so gentle and slow.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he brought his face to mine, his breaths warm against my ear as he started to pant, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

He groaned into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, my cunt tensing from the sweet sound as my climax found its way through me, and I came, seeing nothing but him.

I could get used to this.

All of this.

Chapter 21

Colby

My phone went offat four in the morning. I had a scheduled training session with Jaxon and Nick that I couldn’t afford to miss. It took everything in me to pull myself away from my wife and head to the showroom when all I wanted to do was stay wrapped around her, tangled in our bed sheets.

“Ay, there he is!” Nicks's bright, cheery voice rang across the room as I entered, spying him and Jaxon standing on the stage. “Got good news, mate.”

“And I hope I have even better news,” Jaxon added.

“So this isn’t an early rehearsal training?”Un-fucking-believable.

“Not exactly,” Jaxon started, crossing his arms over his chest as I approached the stage. I stopped once I reached the front,leaning the back of my thighs against one of the guest tables as I looked up at them. “First things first—”

“Right, your assignment regarding Fallout.” Nick cut in. “There is no need for you to patrol the alley any longer. The owner believes the situation has been resolved. No new incidents have occurred in the time you’ve been there.”

“Do they believe it was the man I stabbed that first night?” I asked, arching a brow in curiosity.

I told Nick and Jaxon what I had done, withholding the details involving Sienna and myself after the fact. I was still awaiting confirmation that I had the right guy and my job was officially done.

“As of right now, he was… Unless the problem presents itself again.” Nick shrugged, resting his hands behind his back.

“The next item we need to discuss is your wife…” Jaxon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Her test is coming up soon.”

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