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The compliment wove around me, and my nipples beaded as Slate held me tight and fell backwards onto the bed. Iimmediately straddled his hips and rubbed against him like a cat in heat. “So good.”

“Ride me, Emma.”

I wasted no time, gripping him once again which was starting to be one of my favorite things. The way he growled his pleasure and pushed forward made me feel sexy as hell, desired like I’d never been before. I meant to go slow as I slid down his length, but he was so hard and I was so wet that I slid down in one long thrust. “Fuck. Yes.”

Slate’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down his length, faster and faster. His fingertips dug into my flesh, and I didn’t care about the bruises that would appear later, all that mattered was right now. “Emma.”

He felt good. Incredibly good and I planted my feet flat on the bed for leverage and moved up and down, faster and harder. “Yes!” I threw my head back and arched into him until he was buried so deep I could almost feel him in my stomach. “Slate.” My body took over and I lifted up and slammed down, over and over, until my legs shook.

Slate held me tighter on the top of my stroke and pounded up into me, hard and fast. Shivers vibrated up my skin and my orgasm started slowly but he hit that spot over and over and it barreled up lightning quick before it burst out of me with the force of an exploding supernova.

“Yes! Oh. My. Yes!” I shook and trembled and the next thing I know I’m on my back with Slate between my thighs, pounding into me hard and fast. One orgasm led into the next as Slate exploded inside of me, filling me with warmth. “Holy fuck.”

He laughed and pumped his hips a few more times, slow and deep as if he wanted to draw out my pleasure. “Emma, babe.”

I sighed and licked my lips. “Spectacular.”

“Damn,” he panted. “Now I’m gonna get a big head.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Two more and you can get as big a head as you want, babe.”

“Deal.” He kissed me long and slow and I felt myself getting wet all over again. “But if you want three more orgasms tonight, I need food.”

“Three? Pretty sure I said two.”

He smacked a kiss to the side of my neck as his cock slid from my body. “Four it is.”

After dinner, we had each other for dessert and by the time we collapsed into sleep, he’d made good on his promise.

Four orgasms.

Four!

My body was on fire, still aroused and ready for more.

And my heart? Well she was in trouble.

Big trouble.

Chapter 28

Slate

Ispent all morning in front of a bank of computers inside my office digging into Mark Edwards. I had a few hunches to confirm before I brought it to church, so I checked into everything, including two bank accounts listed in aliases I managed to trace to him. The guy hadn’t given up his dirty ways at all, if anything he’d gotten dirtier since his badge was taken away. There were a lot of skeletons in his closet which made him a good candidate for blackmail.

If we chose to go that route.

That had been another option I’d considered. It was a way to get Mark off of Emma’s back. But the problem with blackmail was that it could sometimes backfire. And blackmailing that asshole wouldn’t get the cops to drop her as a suspect.

“Slate, you got a visitor!” Rebel called out from the bar, his voice so filled with joy that I assumed it was Emma.

I hadn’t expected to see her today since she was interviewing for a remote position, and she’d been a bundle of nerves when I left just before noon.

“Slate,” he called out again.

“Hold your dick, I’m coming!” I turned off the screen and pushed away from the desk, stretching my back and neck before I went to see Emma. Vibrations shot up my body at the thought of seeing her again, which should’ve been the first sign I was in trouble. Emma was even better than Vick because Vick wasa fantasy and Emma was real. A real woman with scars and trauma, with love and joy to give.

She was real and she was so close to becoming mine that I felt it down to my bones.

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