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“You’re sitting on my cock, do you expect me not to fuck you right now?” That sexy smirk had my heartbeat flying.

“If you promise not to kill any of my exes. And promise me you’re not going to be sad or regretful about the past.”

He sighed, then slid his hands along my silhouette. “What about if I just—”

“No.” I tsked. “If you want to fuck your wife, be a good boy, and—”

“Mmmhmm. Good?” He winked. “I know how much you love when I’m bad,” he added before he flipped me around to my back so I was beneath him. “And I’m about to show you just how much you enjoy it . . .”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JESSE

EARLY SUMMER 2024 - EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND

“I swear, you two need to get a room and just duke it out there. Alone.” I shook my head. It was both too late and too early for Oliver and Mya’s bickering. I’d been out all night, so while the sun was now up, I’d yet to sleep.

The whole team—well, minus Griffin, because his wife, Savanna, was in her third trimester, so he was home with her—was exhausted and running on fumes. Our mission was supposed to be short and sweet. From the looks of it, neither of those two things would be happening.

“We’re just in disagreement on the next plan of action,” Mya said, standing from where she’d been working in the living room of our hotel suite.

“You’re the reckless one, buttercup,” Oliver announced. “I like to play it safe. That’s the issue.”

“Just ignore them,” Gray said, then jerked a thumb toward the bedroom. “They’ve been at it all night. Get some rest. You need it.”

I looked around the room. I’d been on recon and surveillance all night, and Jack had just taken over for me, watching our mark. I wasn’t sure where the rest of the team was, but I was so tired, I wasn’t sure I could get the words out to ask. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll get a few hours of shut-eye.” After I text my wife.

“Good. We’ll fill you in on what we know when you’re up.” Gray nodded, then he went back to work. Gray, one of my two team leaders, recently married his “the one,” and I was damn happy for him. He deserved the kind of happiness I had. I knew being away from his wife was hard on him as well.

I quickly went into the bedroom and grabbed my personal phone and messaged Ella while dropping onto the bed.

Jesse: Hey, darlin’. It’s morning here, but I know with the time difference you’re probably sleeping. But if you’re awake . . . will you message back? I miss you.

I smiled at the sight of her prompt reply, then felt a little guilty that she was awake and not sleeping like she ought to be.

Ella: I just fed Remi and put him back to sleep. I’m awake. I miss you too.

Jesse: I’m just getting back to the hotel from pulling an all-nighter. And I was thinking about you. I know it’s only been a few days, but fuck . . . thinking about how you kissed my neck before I left you . . .

Ella: I think I did a little more than kiss your neck . . . but go on. ;)

Jesse: Mmmhmm, yeah you did. It’s getting harder and harder to be away from you. Literally and figuratively. I can't wait to come back home to you. What are you wearing?

I couldn’t help myself. I just couldn’t. When it came to this woman, I was obsessed. Wanted her every hour of every day. I’d never get enough of her.

Ella: Ahh. So, you’re messaging me for a little tension relief, hmmm? I mean . . . I could use some myself. It’s hell being away from you. I’m in pain. Wet just thinking about you touching me. God, do I need you. I wish you were here.

Ella: Oh, and what am I wearing? A white tank top and panties. You?

Ugh. Fuck. That combination was my kryptonite, and she knew it.

Jesse: I’m messaging you for several reasons. ;) Tension relief is absolutely one of them. Another being you’re my wife . . . My very sexy, beautiful, fuck-me-crazy wife. And, of course, I’d like to check in on how our little man is.

Jesse: I love what you’re wearing. *fire emoji* I just stripped off a layer or two for the shower. Come join?

Ella: Our little guy is perfect. He misses you too. I hope your op finishes soon.

Ella: But since we’re both awake and turned on . . . tell me what you’d do to me if I joined you in the shower? Tell me how you’d make me even wetter than I already am.

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