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I’d gone from being a virgin tothis? How the hell was I ever supposed to enjoy regular, monogamous sexnow? How was I supposed to pretend that fucking one man at a time was ever going to be enoughnow?

Thankfully, those were questions that I didn’t have to worry about right now. And as Kingston moved a hand up to my clit, forcefully rubbing it with his thumb as he bucked into me, I felt Zeke shifting his palms to my breasts again, playing with my nipples as he continued to fuck my mouth.

I moaned as jagged heat pulsed through me, whimpering at the way the orgasm felt like it’d torn right through me, like I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“You’re doing so good, princess,” Zeke moaned, his hips still rocking against my face. “So fucking good. Just a little bit more…”

“That’s right, baby,” Kingston murmured. “Your pussy feels so damn perfect. You’re taking my cock so fucking good.”

Princess.

Baby.

Something inside my stomach went warm again at their sweet nicknames for me, as if I was the most precious thing in the world, even as they not-so-gently rocked me from both ends. But the warmth stayed, even after Kingston spilled deep inside of me, his thrusts going still as he finished. The warmth stayed even after Zeke finished inside my mouth, his release landing hotly on my tongue, my instinct telling me to swallow every last drop.

Chapter 11

Zeke

“Morning,” I greeted Kingston as I walked into the kitchen the next day. We hadn’t said anything to each other since last night, after taking Natalie on the couch. And while I’d spent the evening tossing and turning in bed, worried about what was going to come next for us, worried that he was going to suggest something crazy like dissolving the security company because we’d broken his arbitrary rules, he seemed not to have a care in the world.

He looked the same as he always did, a serious expression on his face as he stared down at his tablet. He didn’t even look up from the device as he greeted me in return. “Morning.”

“Anything interesting with the intel?”

“Maybe,” Kingston replied. “One of our guys working on tech said they think the connection between Mr. Hanson and Miami has a name.”

“A name?”

“Mr. Montel Barca,” Kingston answered. “You ever heard of him before?”

“Oh, shit,” I murmured. “Isn’t that the guy who was involved in that billion-dollar sex trafficking ring? But they could never nail him with anything, because—”

“Because he never got his hands dirty,” King cut me off. “Mr. Barca has a penchant for getting people to do his dirty work, and the more unassuming, the better.”

“How the hell would Montel Barca be involved with Natalie’s dad?” I pressed. “He’s just a state senator—”

“For now,” Kingston cut me off again, shaking his head. “He’s a state senatorfor now. But with Mr. Hanson’s approval numbers and that Ivy League-educated team he has on his side with all those connections, the man could be looking at a run for a U.S. Senate seat soon.”

“But is that something Mr. Hanson even wants?” I asked. “He never mentioned leaving Texas when we talked to him to gather the initial information.”

“Maybe it’s something he doesn’t know he wants yet,” Kingston guessed. “But maybe that part isn’t even up to him. Because if Peter Hanson ever took even one cent from Montel Barca, Barca’s going to own him for the rest of his life.”

“Own him…” My words trailed off as a thought popped into my head. “Shit, Kingston. What if that’s it? What if Barca isn’t trying to really extort money from Mr. Hanson? What if he just wants him todo as he’s toldand go for that Senate seat?”

“And if Mr. Hanson doesn’t go along with it, Barca wants him to know that he’s willing to take his piece of the pie some other way,” Kingston mused. “I’m sure Barca knows just how much he could get on the black market for someone who looks like Natalie.”

“What a sick fucking bastard.” Rage surged through my veins. “Trying to hold someone’s daughter for ransom? And for what?”

“We’re going to need to find that part out, too,” King replied. “Once we know what the fuck we’re dealing with, we’ll be better able to bring a comprehensive roundup to Mr. Hanson, make him understand what’s going on and why.”

“We should tell Natalie, too—” I started.

But Kingston quickly interjected. “No.”

“No?”

“How’s that going to help her, Zeke? To know that some asshole might have half a mind to sell her on the black market?” he replied. “I’m sure she’s already stressed out enough with what’s going on.”

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