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She was melting. “Where were all these friends when I needed someone to protect my fourth point of contact yesterday?”
Garrett laughed. “Sorry, that is the one area that has stipulations attached. Ass protection is a situational issue.”
“You bet it is,” mumbled Monroe, who was gratified to get not only a grin from Garrett but a giggle from Mallory. The tension released.
“So, are you going to risk your hard-earned position, or are you going to let me bolster you along with my presence? Not forever, but a little while.”
“I hate that you make so much sense. Fine, you can go with me.”
Garrett kissed Mallory’s cheek and stood, his tone one of authority. “So this is how it’s going to go.”
Mallory rolled her eyes but appeared to listen to his rules. When everything was set, Monroe kissed Mallory and gave Garrett a chin lift. All good. Now for the actual test. Would Mallory’s return to work draw out the copycat or the accomplice if one exists? Hopefully, they would find out. Monroe cringed at the thought of putting Mallory in even a whisper of danger, and therefore he made sure she knew what the outcome could be when they were alone.
He sat next to her at the dining table after they put dinner in the oven. “Mal, I get you want to go back to work, make life more normal again. But I also need you to know that some unintended consequences may come from that.”
She patted his hand, then left hers on his. He turned palm to palm and wove his fingers in hers. “If you mean more nightmares, I realize that. I hope that I can prove to my conscious mind that there aren’t any problems, and my subconscious will believe it and let go of the trauma.”
“I hope that works. A full night’s sleep will work wonders for you. But that isn’t what I mean, baby.”
Her eyebrows showed her consternation. “Then what?”
He rubbed her hands with his as they sat entwined on the tabletop. Looking into her eyes, he gentled his tone. “What might happen is that there really is an accomplice or a copycat who finds out you’re back to work, and they try to grab you from there.”
Mallory was quiet, but Monroe didn’t want to push her to respond. Better she chewed on that a few moments before he asked her for thoughts.
“What should I do?”
Monroe kissed her hand, holding his lips there for a moment. “I think, if you know the risks and know that we will be there all the time you are, then you should go and possibly help us flush him out.”
“Or her.”
He nodded his agreement. “Or her, however, it’s doubtful to be a woman given the violence of the acts.”
“Probably, but don’t discount the things a woman is capable of doing.”
“So, I shouldn’t underestimate what you can do?” said Monroe, wiggling his brows suggestively. “How long do we have before dinner is ready?”
“I think we can squeeze out about twenty minutes.” She answered with a sassy raising of her own brows and a salacious grin. “What did you have in mind?”
In response, Monroe stood, his lips hijacking hers as he pulled her cotton pants down. His lips didn’t leave hers as she wrenched the pants further down, and he grabbed for her shirt, reaching underneath to expertly release bouncy, firm breasts from their captive garment.
“Monroe,” she entreated with desperation in her tone as he dragged his lips from hers to remove her shirt and his. “What about Garrett?”
Mallory had unbuckled his belt, and he dropped his pants, his glorious manhood standing at full attention. “Front or back,” he rasped as he ran his finger through the cleft of her feminine valley to test for readiness. He pulled a breast in his mouth and sucked.
“What? I don’t know what… oh my God, that’s good.”
The pop that sounded when he released her breast brought another moan from Mallory. “Back it is.”
Wasting no time, he flipped her over the back of the upholstered dining room chair and made a quick calculation. Not quick enough for Mallory, who began pushing her ass in his direction.
“The wrong angle for ass play, so quit teasing, naughty woman.” He slapped her bottom crisply and felt the slickness on her thighs when he parted them to make room for entry.
She rotated her hips and tried to grind her clit against the upholstery. Monroe slapped her bottom several times, and she became more frantic. “Please. Hurry.”
Monroe needed no more encouragement. He slid his staff in fast and hard, going deep. “So good,” she mumbled.
“I won’t last,” he said between pumping inside her. “You had better get yourself off the best you can without any direct clit action. If you don’t,” he continued, more breathless with every thrust, “You won’t get to next time.”
