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“Because you’re still watching me.” I exhale as I think of it.

An eyebrow goes up. “Bingo.”

“Where are the cameras?”

That exhale of air that’s almost a laugh. “Everywhere. If you want to change anything in the condo, wall color, put in carpeting or something, it’s your home to do so.”

I blink at the change of subject. Obsession…me. If he’s obsessed with me maybe it will keep him from fucking another woman—I’ll take it, for now. “Thank you, but it’s beautiful. There isn’t a thing I would change. It’s so different than your last condo, light and airy while still being cozy.”

“It’s up to you, if you change your mind let me know. I thought it might keep you busy while your rescue is being finished.”

“It’s okay, I can wait. I’m wondering though, what exactly am I allowed to do while I’m not working at the rescue?”

An eyebrow goes up. “There are any number of things you are allowed to do. However, I have several charities that could benefit from your involvement.”

“Really?”

He chuckles. “I am crushed at how surprised you sound.”

I shrug, embarrassed. Not only for being surprised, but for not finding out until now. It was also one of the things I loved most about Milos, he didn’t brag about the good things he did—he just did them. “What charities are they?”

“The breast cancer charity my mother started, while she is involved of late she mentioned she is looking forward to you taking over. She hasn’t done a late-night event in some time. There is also a foundation that’s a catchall for everything from rent, bills, grocery assistance to paying for scholarships to better schools for recent immigrants. Then there is Safe Haven. At this time there are six safe houses for women and children who are survivors of trafficking. It can be time-consuming. My mother has also headed it but only part-time, and would appreciate it if someone else took it over altogether.”

“Wait, you started Safe Haven? I thought…” The foundation was huge, one of the largest, most all-encompassing sources of help for victims of trafficking. Milos founded it?

A casual lift of one broad shoulder. “I’m sure I do not need to know what you thought.”

“When did you start it?” For some reason I need to know.

Those eyes meet mine. “Four years ago.”

He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to. “I would be honored to take over running it.”

“Good.” One word, then our appetizers are placed in front of us.

That night we fall into bed in heightened need. My dress is pulled up, panties yanked down. Milos is barely out of his pants before he’s on his back, lowering me onto his cock. We’re both so greedy it’s only minutes until we hit our climax. I fall onto him, loving the strength of him beneath me.

“Do you have your own room here?” I wonder after I can finally find my tongue.

He stiffens. “No. I will if you want me to.”

I push up, shaking my head. “I don’t.”

He runs his hand over my cheek. “I come to bed late, don’t sleep long, and sometimes it feels like the calls never stop in the middle of the night. Sleeping in my own room was for you.”

Relief has me melting into him. I slide my lips over his. “I’d rather get two hours with you than eight all by myself. I want you here with me.”

“Then here is where I’ll be.”

Just like that, so easy.

His hand finds the zipper and he’s pushing my dress off me. “That was too fast. I think this time will last much longer.”

“You might be able to last longer, but I can’t.” I moan as his hands roam over my ass.

“Let’s find out.”

Chapter32

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