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“Ten minutes,” he murmured, his fingers tracing down her side. “Then we get back to work.”

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twenty

Ellie didn’t think she could be more content than she was in that moment. Cal’s warmth seeped into her, his strong heart beating a steady rhythm against her back. But she knew they couldn’t stay like this forever. Hopeful was planning something, and based on Vigil’s hurry to leave, she didn’t think his plans were of the happy-sunshine variety.

"What do you think the package was?" she asked, tracing lazy circles on Cal’s chest. “The one Hopeful took from the desk?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Something tells me it’s probably not his stash of old porn magazines.”

She pinched his nipple.

“Ow!”

“Oh, you liked it.”

He gave that giddy, boyish grin that made her heart flutter. “I did.”

She could tell by the way his cock jumped against her. The man was a boundless font of energy and marveled at the fact that he was already ready for another round.

“Oh my God, Cal. You’re insatiable.”

He growled in response, his hand tangling into her curls as he pulled her back to meet his lips. "Guilty as charged," he breathed against her mouth before capturing it in a deep, passionate kiss.

“You said only ten minutes.”

“We can do a lot in ten minutes.” He rolled, tucking her underneath him, and she gasped at the feel of him nudging at her entrance. She opened her legs wider and accepted him in. There was no urgency in it. It was slow, lazy, not as raw as before. She ached and every slide of him was delicious torture. His fingers curled into her hair, and he held her trapped under him, his gaze holding hers.

He didn’t say the words again, the ones that scared her so much, but he didn’t have to. They were right there in his eyes.

And for the first time, she let herself wonder what it would be like if she accepted that love and let herself fall for Callum Holden. The life they could have together would be beautiful and never boring.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog's bark ripped through the night air, followed by shouts, and then an eerie silence.

Cal stilled on top of her. “Fuck. Razzy!” He was off her in an instant and by the time she sat up, he already had on his pants and was digging through the tangle of their clothes on the floor for his shirt.

She jumped out of bed and caught her dress as he threw it in her direction. “How could that be Raszta?”

“Pierce followed us up here. Or, more accurately, followed you. I think he has a thing for you.”

Her head spun at the double whammy of information. Pierce followed them? He had a crush on her?

"Wait, what?” She shook his head. It wasn’t computing. “Are you serious?"

“He was going to camp nearby and pull you out if things got too dangerous.”

"And you're just sharing this now?" Ellie yanked the dress over her head, the cool cotton settling on her still flushed skin.

Cal tugged his shirt over his head. “I’m sorry, but I thought it better to not tell you. I didn’t want to put you in a position where you might have to lie. You’re a horrible liar. I was afraid you’d inadvertently put him in danger.”

She growled, but, dammit, he was right. She was an awful liar. “It sounds like he’s in danger now.”

“Yeah. Fuck,” Cal said softly and caught her by the shoulders as she started for the door. He stared down into her eyes for a handful of heartbeats. “I want you to get to the car.”

“But—”

He stopped her protest with a hard kiss. “I’m going to find Pierce and Raszta and we’ll need a quick getaway.”

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