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My cock is surrounded by his tight heat, his hands moving over my pecs and biceps, then over my stomach and my thighs. We both stay still, just taking the moment.

When he starts to ride me, I don’t direct his movements and just hold on to him, wanting to be even closer somehow. Wanting it to last. But I swear my feet go numb, and I can’t fight the euphoria making its way through my veins, so I remove one hand from his ass and stroke his heavy cock until he’s clenching around me and crying out with his release.

I follow after him as he bounces on my cock, pounding his prostate and milking us both dry until he collapses onto my chest. I can feel him smiling against my skin. Everything feels settled once again.

“Even better than a kiss at midnight. I didn’t think we were going to get that.”

“Uh, yeah... Tatum kind of knows about us.”

That gets his attention, and we both groan when my semi-hard cock falls from his body when he jerks back. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t tell him.” I sit up, my back against his cushioned headboard. “He guessed.”

He looks panic-stricken, and great job, Kellan. Way to ruin the mood.

“I swear, you can trust him. He won’t say anything.”

He places a shaky hand over his heart, his full lips still parted in shock, and he looks pale. “How did he know?”

“I guess from the way we look at each other.” I watch him—hating that he looks like he’s about to bolt—and I risk wrapping my hand around his wrist, pulling him to me. He settles into my side, letting his head rest on my shoulder, and I finally take a breath.

“Was he angry?”

“No,” I say instantly, and he lifts his head so we can look at each other. I cup his cheek with my hand. “No. He was amused, if anything. Happy for me but not angry.”

“And the fact that I’m a guy...”

“You’re a guy?” I try to joke, and thankfully, it works in breaking the tension—that megawatt smile I love so much brightening up his face again.

He shoves against me playfully, but I don’t let him go far, wrapping my arm more securely around him.

“He’ll never say a word. I promise.”

“But if he knows, won’t the kids? Maybe we need to take a break...”

My throat nearly closes up, and my heart starts racing so fast I think I might pass out. I don’t want a break. I don’t get to see him enough already as it is.

“Kellan...” I realize I’ve been silent in my panic and looked away from him. “Look at me.” I do. “I don’t mean a break from us—I just mean from me coming over there so much.”

I close my eyes and try to breathe—panic and fear racing through me. I don’t want that either, but I can’t force him to come over more than he needs to for his job. I promised him I’d protect him. That he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Kellan... please talk to me.”

I force my eyes open. “I don’t want less of you,” I say honestly.

He looks compassionate, and his hand sweeps through my hair. I lean into it. “I don’t want less of you either. But the kids... if they find out...”

“We’ll be more careful. I promise. They won’t find out.”

He looks torn, biting on his pretty bottom lip again. But when he nods his head and brushes his lips over mine, I feel relief.

I just have to make sure to keep my word now. Tatum is one thing, but the kids cannot find out.

TWENTY-FOUR

“So, give me the rundown on the Rhodes case.” My palms are actually sweating, and it’s gross. I’m sitting across from my boss at her desk, and I know I need to keep my face neutral.

I can’t give anything away.

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