Page 88 of Body of Trust

“No. You love it. It’s your passion. You can’t quit.”

“I can. For you. I want a life with you. One where we can get married and have kids and movie nights on Fridays and little tykes playing flag football. I want it all.” He takes my hand in his and places it over his heart. “Like you said, forever.”

Those tears that were building behind my eyes are now falling like rapids down my cheeks. “You crazy man. Why the hell would you ask me to go with you if you were planning on quitting?”

He has a mischievous smirk as he shrugs. “I just wanted to know if your love for me was strong enough that you’d trust me to take care of you, no matter where we were.”

My lips pull into a pout. “If you weren’t already injured, I’d hit you so hard right now. Don’t ever try to test my love again!”

He leans forward and kisses me in the most soul-searching, earth-shattering kiss that ever existed.

“Never again, baby. Never again.”

Epilogue

Two Years Later

I wake up, disoriented. I’m not in my bed, and the curtains covering the large paned windows are drawn shut with a glimmer of sunlight peeking through.

A tender suction to my clit sends a jolt of pleasure to my core, reminding me why I woke up in the first place.

I look down at the white sheet and the outline of the strong man beneath, who is waking me with the seduction of oral sex in the morning.

I arch my back and let out a moan, letting him know he’s succeeded in waking me up.

Jesse swirls his tongue over and over, sending me into a reckless frenzy. I remove the sheet, so I can see his gorgeous face devouring me. He looks up, and the stare does dirty things to me. I want him in me more than I’m loving him on me. With a tug on his dirty-blond locks, I bring him up to me and lift my hips to meet his, forcing his very ready erection inside of me.

“Sweet mother of God. You feel so good,” he growls in my ear, pumping devilishly.

I’ve been living with this man for two years and have had sex with him more times than I can count. Each time, he acts like it’s the first time. I can’t argue. I’m still waiting for the moment I get sick of having this man inside of me. I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Especially when he swivels his hips the way he’s doing right now.

Jesse’s mouth lowers to my breast, and he bites on the nipple, making me call out his name.

He pumps his hips rhythmically as I lift mine, getting that perfect angle where he hits inside me just right. Jesse is a patient lover, and if he comes before me, he’s a courteous lover, never stopping until I’ve also had my fill.

I watch as his eyes close, and I know he’s close. With my hands on his chest, I push him up and flip over. Jesse loves to take me from behind, so I perch my ass in the air and let his slow grin do wild things to my insides. His hair is falling haphazardly over his forehead, making him look impossibly sexy.

He grabs my hips and eases into me.

“I love you so much,” he says. “How did I get so lucky?”

As he leans over me and grips my waist, pulling me into him so he can kiss my neck, I let the build inside me overcome me as I call out his name.

He rises up and takes me fiercely until he releases. I fall to the bed and wipe the sweat from my brow as Jesse lies on his side.

“Good morning.” He kisses me hard, and I’m too sated to fight with him over my teeth not being brushed. “Should we order room service?”

I nod in delight.

Jesse and I drove in from Maryland last night and checked into a hotel near my parents’ house. We’d stay with them, but our being here is a surprise, and we didn’t want to spoil it. Plus, hotel sex with room service is a bonus.

I rise from the bed, wrapped in the sheet, and walk into the bathroom while he calls in our breakfast order. As I run the water, I brush my teeth and put toothpaste on Jesse’s, knowing he’ll be in here as soon as he hangs up the phone.

After my father took a deal with the FBI, handing over information on money laundering, rigged contract bids, and extortion within the sanitation industry—not just in New York, but also the tristate area—he was sentenced to eighteen months in prison. Frank was absolved of any wrongdoing because my father made a deal.

Dad, Jesse, and I each testified in the trial of Carlo Lugazzi, who is in federal prison for life, while Jesse and I helped put Shane Salinger away for eighteen years.

Jesse asked to be reassigned within the bureau and was rewarded a supervisor position out of Washington, DC. We sold my apartment and his car, packed up mine, and started a new life for us.