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“Bossy.”

He loved the fact she felt secure enough to sass him, and he smiled as he watched her walk away swinging her hips even more. Blake’s grin got wider. She was going to kill him, and he would love every second of it.

Chapter Eleven

There was no disguising her sex-tousled hair or the just fucked glow to her skin, so instead of trying to hide it she went with it. Leaving her hair to curl naturally and piling it into a sloppy bun on her head, she added lip gloss and mascara to her rosy-cheeked face. A green and white palm print skirt to mid-thigh and white camisole made her look relaxed and carefree, which was how she felt for the first time in years. Flat metallic ankle strap sandals completed the look.

Pax stepped from the bedroom and saw Blake already dressed in navy cargo shorts and a white tee with white Converse shoes on his feet. He looked good enough to eat. His hair was still wet, his chin slightly stubbly making her wonder what it would feel like between her thighs.

Sex with Blake was all consuming. It stole her breath, her thoughts, and made her feel as if nothing else mattered but him and how he made her feel. It was heady and terrifying, but she couldn’t make herself care. Blake made her feel more in one electric episode of lovemaking than she’d ever felt with anyone else. She was going to go all in with this and see what happened. They may not work out, it all might go horribly wrong and she could get her heart broken, but she was done hiding from life.

She had used Zenobi to hide behind and stopped taking chances. She had lost the brave girl who’d walked out on her family years ago. Buried her under fear, sadness, and loneliness. She hadn’t realised how lonely she was until Blake had barged into her life and demanded to stay. Now she found she liked the sound of him in the living room while she dressed. Listening to him as he hummed a song off-key while he cooked.

It had only been a few days but already she felt comfortable with him around, like this was normal and how it should be. Her body was still tingling from the orgasms he had given her earlier. He had seemed to know what she’d needed before she did and given it to her. His lecture afterwards had been bossy, but oh, so sweet. He was looking out for her and proving they were a team and she liked that.

“You gonna keep staring or get your ass in the car before I decide to forgo the MRI and fuck you instead?” Blake moved into her body and put his arm around her waist.

Pax tilted her head as she studied him. “I’m trying to decide if you’re threatening me or promising?”

“There it is.” He fingered her lip.

“What?” she asked.

“Your secret smile again, and best of all I got to put it there.” He kissed her cheek tenderly and her throat clogged with emotion.

“Softie.” She pulled away breaking his hold on her emotions. Blake quirked an eyebrow as he grabbed her bag and handed it to her and pocketed his keys.

He smiled at her as they got in the car. “Let’s keep that our secret, I don’t want everyone to know.”

He had insisted on driving despite his injured knee. They drove to the Nuffield in comfortable silence. The weather was still warm, and Pax turned her face to the sun, enjoying being out for the first time in days.

They pulled into the carpark and were met by Aiden Wagner and realised he was the ‘Waggs’ Blake had mentioned. She’d met him once at a party held by Fortis Security, but hadn’t connected him with the nickname. The owner, Zack Cunningham, had married a fellow American and she and Ava had gotten on well.

Aiden was slightly older than the rest of the team except perhaps Mitch. She guessed he was in his early forties. He had blond hair that was already showing signs of grey at the temples, a short-trimmed beard, and square jaw. He was around six feet with a muscular swimmer’s build and was incredibly soft spoken. Pax didn’t know a lot about him other than he was American, an ex-Green Beret Medic, and didn’t go out socially a lot.

She and Blake exited the car which she was in love with. Audi was her favourite car and she had been considering a TT but decided she was getting one of these babies. Blake’s hand found her back as they approached Waggs.

“Blake, Pax,” he said with a nod at them both.

He studied them for a second before he nodded again and moved to the door leaving them to follow. Pax could have stayed at home, but she needed a few things to take with her to the States and was sick of being housebound. She sat with a mostly silent Waggs while Blake followed an older guy in a white lab coat to get the MRI done.

He was noticeably limping now, and she worried that perhaps she had caused him more damage when they had fucked earlier.

“Do you think he tore the ligament again?”

Waggs’ head turned to her and his pale almost ice blue eyes watched her for a second before he answered. “Yes, most probably.”

“Shit,” Pax said worrying her lip with her teeth.

“It wasn’t anything you did.”

Her head snapped up. Waggs was looking towards the door watching every time it opened. He had read her mind, and if she wasn’t mistaken, was totally aware they were having crazy sex over couches before MRI scans.

“How did you know? Did Blake—?”

Waggs shook his head. “No. Blake might be a slut, but he doesn’t kiss and tell so you’re safe there.”

“Then how?” She was genuinely curious now.