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“Only a few hours.”

“Is it bad?”

My chest twisted at her quiet words. I had promised her honesty.

“Some moments, I can barely breathe.”

She pressed herself closer. “I want to help.”

“You do help. Knowing you’re here helps.”

“How did you get away?”

I snickered. “Sean. Thanks to him and his technical gadgets, Orson thinks I’m passed out after pounding back an entire bottle of whiskey and regaling him with stories of some of my hits. Carlo dragged my sorry ass down the hall and left me sleeping in the bathtub. I slipped out like a snake through the back.”

“You were drinking?”

“Iced tea.”

“Oh.”

“I had to get to you. I needed to hold you, to feel you.”

“Well, you certainly felt me.”

I drew back, grinning down at her. “Did you just make a joke of our first time, Kitten?”

Her giggle was light, and she kissed my chest. “Never, fuckwit.”

She gasped as I rolled, pinning her under me. “Do I need to remind you how unfunny that was?”

“Um, maybe?”

I brushed my lips over her jaw, trailing kisses to her ear. “Are you sore, baby?”

Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer to her warmth. “I want to be sorer.”

I groaned. “Skylar…”

“Please,” she whispered against my lips. “Make me yours again.”

As if I could say no to her.

“Bath first. Then…slow, Kitten. We do this slowly.”

She hummed into my neck, arching her warmth against my growing erection. “Bath,” she agreed.

I carried her into the bathroom, wishing I had days, not hours, with her.

As soon as this was over, I would make it up to her.

Repeatedly.

Chapter 16

Cian

Walking into Orson’s office, I was surprised to see it empty. Unless he was sleeping, eating, or fucking, he was always in there. The devil overseeing his own personal hellhole.