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He tried to look away, but she slid her hand to his cheek and forced him to meet her eyes.
“No, I’m not.”
She hadn’t expected the sharp stab of pain at his denial. She dropped her hand and began to move away.
“Don’t.” He wrapped her in his arms. “I don’t want you to know that side of me, Gretchen. I want to—”
“I want all of you,” she cried. “I know what you’re capable of. I love you despite that, or because of that, I don’t know. I just know I love you, all of you.”
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Finn stared back at Gretchen. What had he ever done to win her heart or earn her love?
“I took care of them,” he told her without apology. And it terrified him that she might think differently of him now.
“What happened to you?” She brushed her fingers over his face, before taking his bruised hands in hers.
He shrugged. “I gave them a chance to stop me.”
“Why would you do that?” She kissed each of his battered knuckles.
He couldn’t help the smile that turned up the corner of his mouth. “Because I knew they couldn’t, and I wanted them to suffer. Don’t worry. There’s still enough of them left for your partners to prosecute.” Though just barely.
She didn’t react, only continued to kiss his bruises, occasionally running her tongue over his skin. His dick stirred, filling, until it brushed her thigh. She lifted her gaze to him, surprising him with the familiar look of hunger. Would he ever be able to guess the moods of Gretchen Christensen, or would she always be an enigma to him? She ran her hands up his chest, before she lifted to her toes and pressed her lips to his.
“Thank you,” she whispered before she took his mouth.
He tugged her forward, cupping her ass and lifting her so she had to wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the exposed window and drove into her.
“Finn, the window,” she protested.
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, and her protests died on a whimper. She leaned away from him to use the window for leverage so she could move her hips, drawing him deeper into her warm center.
Reaching out for something to hold on to, her fingers slid down the glass without gaining purchase. Her breaths quickened as he pounded into her. As much as he loved her and wanted to protect her, he needed to take her body, to push her to the limits of her pleasure before she exploded.
“Finn.” Her voice started low, like the orgasm that pulsed in her, before it rose, and his name burst through her lips on a scream. Her body bucked, and her inner muscles gripped him, squeezing and releasing, until he had to give into his own pleasure.
He couldn’t hold back, thrusting deeper until everything inside him uncoiled, and he poured himself into her. They leaned on the window, panting before he carried her to the bed, still buried inside her. Even when he lay atop her and lightly trailed kisses down her neck, the urge to take her pumped in his veins.
“I love you.” He lifted onto his elbows, so he could gaze into her eyes. Amazed at how much pleasure he found in saying those three words.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. “I love you too.” She brushed the hair from his eyes.
He needed that to be true, because he had to get her away from Ronnie and Carlisle and anything else that could hurt her. He’d give his life for hers, and so, as she’d slept, he’d decided to do just that.
He only hoped Gretchen trusted him enough to still love him if he survived it.
Chapter 13
Finn stood in front of the brick building that housed Gretchen and the group determined to bring his entire world crashing down. How perfectly the old warehouse fit the woman he’d fallen in love with. From the outside it looked like any other building, giving away none of the secrets and power within. Like Gretchen, who appeared to be just another dancer who’d been able to sleep her way into his good graces. No one suspected what she could do to all of them, or what she’d already done to him.
He took a deep breath and pushed through the glass doors, following the signs to the elevator. He exited on the third floor, as his sources had reported he should. As he stood, taking in the gray cubicles and the sterile walls, he tried to picture Gretchen working here, interacting with these people. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t reconcile the image of her laughing as she lay beside him in bed with someone who could work here.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
He turned. In front of him stood one of the men who’d been with Gretchen’s partner at the bar. The other man’s eyes went wide before they turned to slits. Apparently, he recognized Finn too.Perfect. They stood for a moment, sizing each other up.
Finn’s jaw clenched instinctively. He didn’t know how much any of these men knew about him and Gretchen. Likely they all thought she belonged more to them than to him. He had to fight back the instinctive urge to claim her.
