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I felt wild. Like I’d gone to some other plane where I would do absolutely anything for the high of an orgasm. My cock in and out of her pussy so fast I couldn’t really track it anymore, all while slapping her clit. My legs burned but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel Sam come and then explode inside her. My vision began to tunnel, the boat rocked underneath us, helping my thrusts to make a harder impact.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” And then she roared, head back with a moan that was as wild as I felt, coming hard. I shoved my way inside two, three more times, then the lightning hit me too, barreling through me and spilling out. I slammed hard one last time and froze. Sam’s channel milked me for a long time. The pleasure was no longer an orgasm, but it sure felt nice.

I looked down at our sweaty bodies, memorizing the sight one last time: bikini pushed down, breasts pushed up, bottoms pushed to the side, my dick buried in her pussy.

Best mental image ever.

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“Speak,” Georgia didn’t look up from the tablet in her hands, but she did wave at me. She looked like a queen on a throne every bit as much as a powerful executive sitting behind a desk with all that jewelry glittering at me in the sun.

“What do you want to know?” I swear I was just an information station. Steel, Todd, and now Georgia. Speak. It grated. But at least I enjoyed Georgia’s blunt honesty and love for Sam.

“What’s the fucking security situation?”

“Sam moved into her apartment this morning. We’ve installed a full security system developed at Stroman Labs, not Roark. Clancy oversaw everything, but I had my team go back over it.”

Georgia’s gaze tracked my way but she still didn’t look right at me. “And you’ll be with her all week?”

“I will.”

She finally put the tablet down and turned to face me. “Do you love my daughter?”

Hearing the love question again caught me off guard. When I didn’t answer immediately, Georgia got to her point.

“I ask because she trusts you completely. And I agree with her on that. But childhood love and adult love can be very different, don’t you think? It’s perfectly fine to love her as a friend and not a woman.”

“My relationship with Sam is my relationship with Sam. Not yours.” People needed to back off our relationship and let us breathe, for fucks sake. And I really didn’t understand what she was getting at with that smile on her lips. It was like Georgia was deliberately pushing my buttons, trying to get at some piece of information.

Like Greg with his cookies and Star Trek quizzes.

“I agree,” she said. “And I really don’t want to know details of your love life. My point is this. You’re stretched thin, Jace. You’ve got a lot going on. A finger in a lot of pies. If Samantha is just your friend and you’re looking out for her, then fine. Stretch yourself thin, but don’t compromise her safety. But if you love her, genuinely love her and want to spend your life with her…then what the fuck are you doing? Offload your clients and bring your talent here. One less finger in one less pie.”

For some reason I hated that idea.

Georgia stepped closer. “I don’t think you hesitate because you’re put off by working for a woman. Or your woman. You don’t strike me as a man with an ego that fragile.”

Then why the hell was I resisting this idea? Every cell in my body screamed to tell Georgia to fuck right off.

“I think,” she came to a stop in front of me, “you cling to your clients because they’re yours. Everything else is getting sucked up by us. Even your motorcycle club works for us now.” She pronounced every syllable of motorcycle club, articulating the consonants like musical notes. It sounded foreign. “It’s normal to want something for yourself. I’m simply pointing out that it’s also stupid.”

“Georgia.”

“Jace.” She made her eyes big and wiggled her head. “Stop being a fucking idiot and get your ducks in a row. If you don’t, you’ll burn out, and if you burn out, you put Sam at risk. Is having your own little business so important you can’t let it go?”

Before Sam? Yes. It was my sanity in a world I couldn’t control. Now? I actually hadn’t thought about it. I just added Sam to my list and kept plowing forward. “I will take your suggestion under advisement.”

She smirked at me. “Very professional. Look, it doesn’t change anything. You’re still very good with money and you’re still very good at beating the shit out of people. If you broke up with Sam tomorrow or ten years from now you’ll still be Jace Malone, bad ass mother fucker.” She sashayed back to her desk and sat down. “Keep her safe, Jace. There’s something in the air. I don’t know what, but I know it when I feel it.”

I stood in the shadows, a Glock at my back and another in my shoulder holster. I should have worn a vest. Sam was in a meeting in a building I hadn’t secured and Georgia’s “feeling” ate at me. I didn’t doubt her intuition. I bet my life on my own, and if she had one as strong as mine, then there was definitely something wrong.

“You look nervous,” Sam whispered as we walked down the hallway to the private elevator.

“I don’t like being out of our building.”

She stared at me for a minute, then nodded. Outside the usual crowd gathered. Some held signs that said Baby Victoria! others held out pieces of paper to be signed, a few just shouted. Usually they were nice or adoring, occasionally people yelled some weird shit. It was probably to get a reaction and nothing else, but it was wild that any human being thought idolizing a woman they never met and only watched fictional stories about on television was worth spending their spare time stalking for an autograph.

One of our new hires took the lead. Storm brought up the rear. I took her side. Home Run had the car ready and waiting. The hair on my neck and arms stood up. I scanned the crowd but didn’t see anything unusual.

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