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He dropped one thigh and leaned over to the nightstand and picked up his phone.

“I’m just going to take one and you can delete it when you’re done looking at it if you want.”

That he was so thoughtful about something as simple as a sexy photo was comforting. Gage brought so much security to her life in ways that surprised her.

He took the picture and handed her the phone. Seeing what he saw made her clench around him, and he growled.

“I don’t want you to delete it,” she said, staring at the image.

“I won’t. But you’re free to change your mind about that any time. For now, though, I want you to look at it while I fuck you.”

Holy fuck. Why was that so hot?

Before she had time to think about it more, he resumed moving in and out of her, slowly picking up the pace until he was fucking her hard.

She gripped the phone in one hand and stared at the erotic image as she fisted the bedspread in the other.

He slammed into her harder and harder, murmuring dirty things as he moved. But the closer he got to finishing, the more his words turned to grunts and groans. Those groans were one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard.

“Put the phone down and look me in the eye while I fill this sweet pussy,” he bit out after several minutes.

She let it fall from her fingers to the mattress, and stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she cried out.

A few more hard thrusts, and he stilled, bracing himself on the bed. His arm muscles bulged as he strained to balance himself mid-orgasm.

His groans and the way he trembled had her wishing she were filming this. He was so God damn sexy when he was coming undone. She reached up and cupped his jaw as he sucked in deep breaths.

“You’re hot,” she whispered.

He let out a laugh that almost sounded nervous.

“You’re going to kill me, baby girl,” he muttered, putting his forehead to hers. It didn’t even bother her that he was slick with sweat because she was too.

He stayed just as he was for several minutes before he lifted his head, kissed her nose, and rolled off of her.

She heard him in the bathroom wetting a rag, and it was a comforting sound. So often after sex with other people, she would be the one to get up and start the clean-up process. It was nice to just bask in the afterglow for a few minutes.

She snuggled close to him after they cleaned up and pressed a kiss to his chest. “You know you’re the only person I’ve ever just laid in bed with after sex? Normally, I’m ready to get up and do something else or go home.”

Gage tickled her side. “I don’t want to think about the other people you’ve had sex with.”

“At least my exes aren’t sending you used panties.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. I’m really sorry about that, by the way.”

“It’s going to be OK. What do you think the police will do?”

Gage shook his head. “I’m not sure, honestly. We got a couple of good detectives on the case, but there are bigger crimes for them to solve than this one, so it may sit on their desks for a little while. And given the things Evie won’t tell me, I think she’s hiding something bigger that will affect the outcome ofeverything. But I don’t have any hunches as to what she’s hiding yet.”

They fell quiet again, and Kenzie thought maybe he fell asleep, but he broke the silence a few minutes later. “Will you come back to D.C. with me?”

She thought about it. Her schedule was clear of in-person gigs, and she could continue her graphics work anywhere as long as she had her laptop, so she nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll come with you. As long as you promise to take me to Exposure.”

“Try and stop me,” he teased.

She laughed. “Good. As long as we’re on the same page. I’m excited about meeting more of your friends.”

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