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Camden

I’d arrived at the office an hour earlier than normal so I could finish scrolling through all the data from the thumb drive we’d collected yesterday in Boston. Declan would be walking in here within the next thirty minutes, following his meeting with Dominick. In order to answer all his questions, which I knew would come at me in rapid-fire, I needed to make sure I understood everything I was looking at.

I picked up my office phone and dialed the number to Easton’s direct line. Even though Hooked had three equal partners, Easton was the CEO and my main point of contact.

“Easton Jones,” he said as the call connected.

“It’s Camden Dalton.”

“Camden, I hope you and Declan had a safe flight back to LA?”

My hand returned to the mouse, and I began to scroll through the documents that I’d transferred over from my laptop. “We did.”

“Excellent. What can I do for you?”

I flipped through one of the spreadsheets before pulling up several side-by-side images. “Within the next hour, our team is going to start plowing through all the information you provided. Before that happens, I want to confirm that the forensic data analyst who Hooked hired was able to detect that files were actually stolen from your network. I can’t seem to locate their findings or contact info.”

“We never hired one,” he replied. “We conducted an in-house investigation to rule out other possible suspects, and our lead developer was in charge of that. At the time of the investigation, that was all the proof we needed. Now that new evidence has come into play, I know that changes things tremendously.”

I closed out the files and opened my email. “Our firm employs a full-time forensic data analyst who’s incredible. If information exists, I assure you, she’ll find it. I can send her your way sometime this week and have her run her own investigation, if you’re open to that?”

“Absolutely. We’d welcome it,” he confirmed. “I’m extremely interested to see what she finds and if it’ll help our case.”

“I’ll set that up, and I’ll reach out if we have any further questions. As we dig deeper, we’ll be talking daily—quite possibly, even hourly.”

“It’s a good thing I like you, Camden.” He laughed. “Honestly, it’s almost a relief to have a fellow Harvard grad on our legal team. I know you and Declan are going to do great things for us.”

“We are,” I promised. “I’ll be in touch.”

I hung up and lifted my cell off my desk, swiping through the latest round of notifications on the screen. Now that I had a little more of a handle on the Hooked data, I could focus on the other issue that had been haunting me.

Oaklyn Rose.

I’d had no intention of kissing her last night.

Or touching her face.

Or thinking about her from the moment I’d left her apartment to right now.

But I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head.

When I’d shown up at her place, I’d expected her to be open to the three fantasies she wanted to try and how I’d kick things off with a pick of my own. What I hadn’t expected was the moan that came from her mouth as I brushed my beard across her face and down her neck, even going as low as the top of her chest.

I knew that kind of sensation wasn’t always pleasant and it could be painful to some.

That had been the point.

She needed a warning that I really wasn’t soft and I most definitely wasn’t tender.

But Oaklyn seemed to enjoy it. So much so that she pressed her chest against mine and tightened her legs around me. Movements that told me she wanted more.

That she couldn’t get enough.

That she was accepting the little I gave her.

But once I had kissed her, I’d pulled back, quickly ending what I had started. If she wanted more, she was going to have to wait.

The thing was, I didn’t want to fucking wait.

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