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“Shut up, Vale,” I answer, flipping her over.

And for the next four days, I treat every sweet hole of hers like I’m a king.

Her only king.

CHAPTER THIRTY

VALE

“Areyou sure Delta’s is safe now?” I worry.

I know I should trust Nash and his brothers, but now I’m all in love and shit and worried I’ll lose it.

Death would be really inconvenient right now. The universe owes me ten thousand orgasms … or more … with Nash before I’m ready for my next life.

“Yes,” he answers, driving north of the city at night. “Jace staged a little break-in that motivated Stacey to accept more guards at the store.”

“Uh!” I yelp, “That’s not right! You can’t deceive Stacey and make her pay for security she doesn’t need.”

Nash raises a brow. “You think Stacey Evans doesn’t need extra security? I know her three husbands are beasts, too, and they’d kill for her. She’s safe in her home, but her store is a target. When she turned her ex-husband into the Feds, she earned a lot of enemies. Evil men who wanted what her husband and Turner the Third sold, and now Turner the Fourth wants her, too.” Pause. “But mostly you. He’d get off on seeking revenge.”

“When you put it that way…”

My stomach twists, getting sick with my vivid imagination.

“You’ll be fine.” He reaches for my leg. “We’ll make sure of it and?—”

“Okay,” I interrupt, still worried, “I trust you and Jace and even asshole Axel to protect me, but please tell me how Alena is safe, too. She doesn’t have a team of Bratva brothers guarding her. You said she had one guard, but that doesn’t sound like enough now.”

He takes the exit to the Naval yard. I know exactly where we’re going, and it’s not Delta’s.

“Alena’s location keeps her safe, too,” he answers. “She may be innocent about me, but she’s wise about the mountains where she lives and works. She knows how to track animals and hunters. She has perfect aim and good instincts. If someone goes after her, she has a secret guard and an obvious advantage.”

I beam. “She is a badass, isn’t she?”

“Just like her best friend.”

“I smell a lie.”

“I’m not lying,” he says. “Just aim your mouth at any man, and he’ll find the nearest cliff.”

“Why don’t you go jump off one?” I snap.

“Already did, poison.” Nash smirks. “I fell for you a long time ago.”

I smile. “You’re forgiven.”

“You’re here.” He parks his Dodge Charger outside a building I know well.

“Aw, the sex club.” I clap. “My favorite.”

“Settle down, Dr. Sex.” He orders, “Your days of exploring are over. You found me, and no one sees what’s mine.” Pause. “Except twice.”

“Twice?” I like this news flash.

For years, I was too focused on having an orgasm with a partner to ever be shy about public sex. I mean, in the club. I figured you should take the orgasmic gift where you can get it.

But after wanting Nash for so long—having sex with him in front of his brothers is so taboo and right up my naughty alley.