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The first shot hit a place where I could feel the warmth. When he slid back and stroked in again, I felt the second shot.

The third.

And fourth.

“Fuck!” he yelled. “Fuck me!”

Even though I was releasing my own moans, my ride hitting its peak, I wasn’t lost to the sexiness of his sounds, the feral expression on his face, the dominance in his hands.

It was a look, a feel, an experience I would never forget.

And once we both began to slow, our noises lowering, our exhales coming out as pants, he kept us against the wall, not even moving us after we were still.

We hugged one another.

And we breathed.

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

For a moment, I thought I’d spoken those words.

They were in my head.

Deep in my thoughts.

But when I drew my face back and aligned our eyes, I knew it was him who had said it.

Instead of responding, I kissed him.

Differently this time.

More passionately.

And with love fueling my lips.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Grayson

“You wanted to talk to us?” Easton said from the doorway of my office, where Holden stood next to him, my best friends looking slightly fearful as they gazed in.

I couldn’t blame them. I’d been exploding more than normal lately.

I pulled my hands away from the keyboard and wrapped them around my coffee mug. “Yeah, come in and shut the door.”

The boys followed my order and sat in the seats in front of my desk.

I’d gotten here two hours before everyone else this morning to give myself some extra time to get shit done. Although I’d been working nonstop since Jovana had come into my life, I’d lost focus. My productivity had declined. There were days when I wasn’t sure I’d returned a single email.

I’d originally agreed to this marriage contract because I wanted to win back the memberships that Hooked had lost and to continue growing our company. But my work ethic hadn’t reflected that.

I’d been a goddamn mess.

I had a lot to catch up on.

“We have a problem,” I said to the boys, lifting my mug, realizing there was only a sip left. I chugged the small amount and reached for my bag. I normally tossed a bottle of orange juice in there and drank it on my way to work. But as I unzipped the top of the leather, I realized I’d forgotten to grab any juice this morning. Therefore, I wasn’t sure why the green top of the bottle was staring at me from inside the bag.

I pulled out the juice and there was a small note taped to the side.

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