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Keeping one hand on his chest, above his heart, her other moved quickly to where their bodies were joined, circling her needy little bud. Inside her, Josiah seemed to grow bigger, although she knew that wasn't really a thing. Maybe it was just that the sensations he was creating were bigger than anything she’d felt before.
Her fingers worked faster.
Josiah’s dug harder into her skin.
His thrusts were almost desperate.
“Come. Now,” he ordered, and just like that, the command detonated an explosive of ecstasy inside her.
The most perfect pleasure licked along her veins, touching every part of her body, seeping down into her very soul. Josiah roared out his own pleasure, continuing to thrust into her even as her orgasm began to fade.
When it disappeared into nothing more than a few delightful aftershocks, Chelsea sank down to rest against Josiah’s chest, suddenly exhausted.
“Need to go clean you up, babe,” he said softly, trying to move her.
“No,” she protested, sleep already tugging at her mind. “Want to stay like this, with you inside me, not ready to let you go yet.”
“Okay, Chels,” he agreed, reaching for the blankets and tugging them up and over them, keeping her on his chest, his softening length snug inside her.
“Never going to be ready to let you go,” she mumbled as she tumbled into sleep, praying Josiah would keep fighting his demons.
Chapter
Fifteen
May 17th
9:41 A.M.
The desire to keep Chelsea in the room where she was at least partially safe still thrummed through his body.
It chanted to him in his head on a near-continuous loop.
But so far Josiah was managing to control the impulse.
Last night, he’d almost lost control, falling off the brink, and there was every chance he wouldn't have been able to find his way out of that dark hole. Only somehow, Chelsea had managed to pull him back up.
She was so damn sure of everything. Not just herself and her feelings and desires, but so confident when it came to him as well. She believed in him, and because of that, he was doing his very best to believe in her.
Not just believe in her ability to play out this undercover operation to completion, but also that maybe he could find a way to live again. Maybe honoring his fallen teammates wasn't working himself to death but taking the chance he’d been given and living his life to the fullest.
Now was not the time to examine that too closely, though. For as long as they were there, his focus needed to be on keeping Chelsea safe and finding what they needed to end this trafficking ring once and for all.
Which is why he was fighting against his protective instincts, and Chelsea was with him as they wandered out of the dining room. She hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep last night, and he knew the black smudges under her eyes were completely genuine. He hadn't slept much either, but how was he supposed to just drift off after hearing Chelsea’s barely conscious declaration that she never wanted to let him go?
“There are more people here than I thought there would be,” Chelsea said softly as they made their way through to one of the living rooms.
She was right. The dining room had been like one you’d find in a hotel, with at least four dozen tables, and almost all of them had been occupied. That meant there were at least fifty people here who were buying organs. Possibly more.
A lot of lives were about to come tumbling down.
Every one of those couples would be prosecuted for the part they had played in the suffering of the ring’s victims. Marriages would be torn apart, children would lose parents, so many lives destroyed, all because some people thought that if they had enough money, they could treat others like objects instead of fellow human beings.
“We’ll try to talk to as many as we can, but we’re going to have to give up a large portion of the day to pretending you're undergoing dialysis,” he murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle against her neck so no one else would hear his words.
“There’s a couple over there, they look about our age, let’s start with them,” Chelsea suggested, taking his hand and leading him in that direction.
While he was good at observing, taking mental notes, and picking up on the tiniest of details, Chelsea was good at talking, putting people at ease, and getting them to open up. Their strengths would definitely complement one another.
