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If Julie isn’t ready to tell me, I doubt a bunch of yelling is going to change anything.

As I lie down on the clean, simple bed, my thoughts return to the kiss, to the moments leading up to it, time slowing as he leaned down.

I remember vividly, with skin-tingling sensations, how it felt when our tongues clashed.

Sleep finally starts to take me, and then it’s like I’m floating out of my body.

I soar through the night until it becomes day, and then I hover in the sky, looking down at a luscious green backyard and Felix standing in the middle, a child in his arms and two more running around his feet.

In the dream, I smile.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Felix

I sit in the security room, my bandaged shoulder throbbing, as my gaze flits over the night-vision cameras. They’re positioned all around the property and the surrounding area, hidden in discreet locations, meaning I’ll know if some bastard tries to sneak up on us or hurt my woman, her friend, or her mom.

Julie knows something. That much is clear.

If she doesn’t, then she’s the most suspicious innocent person I’ve ever met.

But just because she knows something doesn’t mean she’s guilty. It just means she has information she’s not sharing.

I find myself looking at the security camera of the basement. The stairs lead down to a simple, large hallway with rooms branching off to the side. All the doors are closed – and there are no cameras in the rooms – but the hunger within stirs animalistically when I think about Freya.

She’s lying behind that door, in bed. Maybe her gorgeous body is flecked with sweat from all the stress of the situation.

I find myself struggling to stay where I am.

It’s been three hours since she went to bed, enough time for me to bandage up and grab some water. Sleep is niggling at me, despite the situation, though I know from experience I could go another day if I had to.

But I wouldn’t be at my best.

I need to besharpto protect my woman.

I keep watching the cameras, my rifle resting up against the wall, the safety on. But I’m ready if I need to use it. Mr. Red and his hired men would be fools to attack us here, but they’dalsobe fools if they waged an all-out war on a residential street.

They did that with the flashbang bomb, the cops.

Movement.

My gaze moves to the screen.

My body tenses as a war drum beats over and over in my mind, preparing me for more fighting. But then my vision focuses, and I realize it’s Freya walking out of her bedroom.

She’s still wearing the lacy black top and jeans from earlier, but they look like they need to be removed now. They look like she needs me to charge down there and tear at her shirt's thin material, revealing her perfect nakedness.

Stroking a hand through her hair – making me wish I was the one doing it – she walks toward the basement staircase.

I watch her movements with my manhood getting stiffer, my balls fuller, my head rushing with all the carnal things I want andneedto do to this woman.

She shifts her hips a little as she walks, side to side, in a natural way.

My hands twitch as I think about walking up behind her, grabbing her hips, and sinking my hands in. She’s got a body I want to lose myself in, luxuriate in massaging every curvy inch, spend a long time on her big round juicy-as-fuckass.

My cock’s even harder, my breath coming quicker as I track her on the camera. She walks through the safe house, finding her way to the kitchen.

The security room – where I am – is only down the hall.

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