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My thoughts scattered when he gripped my jaw and tilted my head back to kiss me again. And then I completely lost the ability to think when his dick dragged against my inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through my body before he thrust back inside.

“Is that what you needed, baby?” he grunted, his dark eyes filled with heat as they met mine.

“Yes,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “More, please.”

“Such a good girl, begging me for what you need,” he grunted, picking up the pace. “Even when you know damn well I’m always gonna give it to you. No chance in hell I’m not gonna to sink my cock inside your tight pussy every chance I get.”

He pulled out until only the tip of his dick was still inside me, and then he snapped his hips forward again, filling me until his balls slapped against my butt cheeks. Over and over again, while I held on for the ride.

Although I’d already had a huge orgasm, my pleasure quickly began to climb again. Then it got even better when he hiked my legs up to press my knees against my chest.

He was able to slide in even deeper in this position, and it only took a few more thrusts before I flew apart, my orgasm stronger than the first. “Reid! Yes!”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me while you take every fucking inch of my cock and milk my come.”

His dirty talk intensified my pleasure, and so did the splash of his release against my inner walls when he followed me into the abyss.

I was out of breath when he rolled to his side, taking me with him, his dick still inside me.

Today had been a big day. Going with Reid to meet Susan had brought us even closer. And cuddling with him like this after mind-blowing sex only reinforced that feeling.

14

WRECKER

The morning was soft and quiet. Faint light spilled across the sheets, slanting through the blinds in bars that painted Peyton’s bare back in pale gold.

She was draped over me, naked and warm. Her limbs tangled up with mine, her face tucked into my throat, and her leg thrown over my hip like she was trying to fuse us. Her dark lashes flickered slightly, like her dreams were shifting.

I didn’t want to move. Not even to breathe too deeply in case it pulled me out of the moment. Would’ve stayed in it forever if I could.

My hand rested on her thigh, fingers spread possessively over smooth skin that still bore the marks from where I’d gripped her hours ago. My come had dried between them, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like knowing it was still there. Soaked into her skin like a brand.

She murmured something against my chest, then snuggled closer, soft and content. With my other hand, I stroked her back with slow, possessive sweeps, my fingers drifting lower each time until they cupped the curve of her ass. I didn’t even get to enjoy the moment before my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

“Fucking hell,” I growled, reaching for it and squinting at the screen. Midnight.

I answered with a grunt, voice still full of gravel. “What?”

“We’ve got a situation.” Midnight’s voice was clipped, tight. “One of our surveillance teams at the Stonegate site ran a sweep an hour ago. Found it rigged to blow. Whole fucking condo building’s wired.”

“Fuck me.” I sat up fast enough to jostle Peyton. She blinked, head lifting slightly, frowning when I pulled away. I mouthed an apology and caressed her cheek, making her smile and settle back against the pillows.

“They didn’t see that shit before?” I muttered into the phone, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“They’re pissed about it, too. Think Calder’s crew slipped in during a shift change yesterday. Used the cover to plant the charges.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. “Tell ’em not to beat themselves up. That team’s good, but unless you’re there to be the wrecking ball, trained demo crews can ghost in and out. Especially ones taught by me.”

Midnight spoke again. “Wrecker, there’s a fucking timer.”

My jaw clenched. “How long?”

“Four hours,” Midnight replied. “Ticking down fast. They spotted it less than ten minutes ago.”

“Meet me at Iron Shield in thirty. I’ll grab my gear.” I hung up and turned to Peyton.

She pushed up onto one elbow, sheets slipping down her chest. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed with sleep, and her lips kiss-swollen from last night. She looked soft, warm, like every man’s fantasy. And I was about to leave her in a cold fucking bed.

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