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“I’m overprotective. Even in the best of times, I’m going to have a hard time letting you be near criminals. And that’s an essential part of being a public defender.”

Laughing, I nodded. “Yeah, it is. How about this? I’ll let you be a fun crusher most of the time, but when it comes to my job, I’ll just promise to be careful and not do anything stupid?”

He scowled at me. “It might not be enough.”

“Then we’ll fight about it in the future when it happens. We already have enough trouble on our plate without borrowing more.”

“True.” His features relaxed. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

“Anytime. What are you going to do while you wait for your guys to sober up?” It wasn’t hard to guess that he wanted to get moving on the LoS threat now, but there was no way the rest of the guys were going to be up to it for a while.

His eyes tracked over me. “I have a few ideas.” His gaze met mine. “Come here.”

There’d be time to be upset about my house later. It helped not seeing whatever damage had been done. And no matter what I did, my head was going to keep throbbing. May as well add a little pleasure to my morning. Well,morepleasure.

I’d have to think over everything he told me, but as long as he communicated with me and was honest, I wasn’t going to be too upset over him letting me go instead of taking what he wanted. It wasn’t like I’d stepped up and told him that I wanted to be with him. So I was just as much to blame for expecting him to take the lead on that. I was glad he finally had though, because that was one area I wasn’t good at leading in. I liked that he took control of that. And that he took control in the bedroom. Ireallyliked that.

I was a confident and decisive woman in my career, and overall in life. Sometimes it was nice to give up all that. And I had a feeling he was going to allow me to do that. But only where I chose. I wasn’t going to let him steamroll me in every aspect of my life. Maybe just in bed. I bit my lip as his gaze raked over me again. Definitely in bed.

Getting up, I went to stand next to him. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, staring down into his handsome face. It didn’t surprise me that it had taken us so long to get together, now that I understood that he was acting in what hethought was my best interest. Something told me that Lockout went without a lot of things he wanted in order for those around him to be happy and content.

Not anymore. He could try to deny himself the things he wanted, but I was going to find out what they were and make sure he got them. He deserved so much for all that he did for his family. For his city. I was making it my job to make sure he got it all, and more.

CHAPTER 22

Lockout

Iran my hands down her sides as she rested her hands on my chest. She was so fucking gorgeous. And level headed. She’d handled the news about her house with such grace and the only thing she was concerned for was whether someone had been hurt. That was what was going to make her the perfect old lady for me. She cared about these people as much as I did. I lifted the hem of my t-shirt—I liked that she was still wearing it, even though she’d put a pair of her own leggings on under it—and pulled it off over her head.

She smiled at me and I cupped the back of her neck, tugging her down for a kiss. She could have used my admission that I’d let her walk out the door and move to another state against me. Instead, she’d listened, understood my position, and just asked that we communicate better in the future. This woman was fucking perfect. Not that I didn’t think we’d never fight.

Hell, most days she poked and prodded at my nerves—which was why I’d decided to give her the name Jumper Cables—but at this point I think she mostly did it for fun. Fighting had become a form of flirting for us. I could deal with that as long as we talked through the big shit. I was forty-two years old. I didn’t need to be fighting with my woman like we were in high school.

It’d been a long time since I’d been in any kind of relationship. I didn’t mind being a sounding board for my family and friends, but I didn’t go around telling other people my problems. Those were mine to fix. They didn’t need to be laid at the feet of others. I realized I was a hypocrite because if Keely thought she was getting away with not telling me her problems? She’d be dead wrong. I wanted to make sure that everything in her life went according to whatever plan she had. So I needed to know what was bothering her. But it was going to take a crowbar to open me up. I’d try, though. For her I’d do my best.

Shoving all those thoughts out of my mind, I focused on her. She shifted on my lap and I groaned as she brushed against my hard cock as it strained to be released from the prison of my jeans. Grabbing her by the ass, I stood up and walked over to where her bed was set up. Everything was neat and tidy, and her bed was perfectly made. I was going to muss it—and her—up a little before I was done.

I laid her down on the bed, following her so I could cover her body with mine. As soon as we landed, my mouth was back on hers. My tongue pushed deep and my hands ran all over her. I’d been waiting for this for so fucking long it was going to take a while before I wasn’t jumping her every spare moment I got. Hell, it would probably take the entirety of our lifetime.

I reached down and tugged at my pants, cursing that I wasn’t able to get naked fast enough. “Don’t move.” I stood and started unbuckling my belt and toeing off my boots.

She laughed as she laid there, watching me strip down. Her eyes traveled over me, and it was a stroke to my ego to see the appreciation on her face.

I watched with interest as she wiggled out of her leggings. The woman had a gorgeous body. And a smile that hit me like a punch to the gut. She was a damn knockout. Her hair fanned out all around her head as she lay back and my mouth dried out as she ran her hands all over her breasts and stomach.

She was curvy in all the right places. She had an ass that made me want to bite it. One I could hold onto while I fucked her from behind. Flipping her over, I did just that and nipped at her right ass cheek.

“Lockout!” she gasped, reaching around to smack at me.

I grabbed her wrist and pinned it at her lower back. “Go ahead,” I taunted her. “Give me the other one.”

She was flat on her belly and I was putting enough pressure on her lower back that she couldn't squirm to the side, so she could only see me out of her peripheral. “That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?” I asked, running my free hand over the bite mark.

“You’ve got me at a disadvantage.”

I grinned. “Baby Girl, that’s going to be happening a lot. In fact, how do you feel about being tied up? Or handcuffed?”

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