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“Deep down you’ve known that all along. Even when I put us on pause. It wasn’t because I was done with you. I’ll never be fucking done. I was trying to throw the investigation. I have everything, including your secret accounts. Your work with Cal and the hired hit men and the Vegas. Everything you’ve covered up or exposed, I’ve tried to hide deeper. If I was going to do anything to you other than love you, you would already be in solitary.”

Her gaze drifts, and she’s thinking about it. She knows I’m right.

I close the distance between us and grab her hand.

“Look at me.”

Eyes so blue they are almost translucent stare into mine. No makeup and her wild blond hair. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“It was real,” I say.

Then she kisses me.

CHAPTER 20

Lee

My lips brush Elliot’s, and everything catches fire. I open for him before I can think.

His hand fists my damp hair as he yanks my head back until my neck arches. His mouth crashes down. Teeth and tongue and the sharp edge of everything broken between us flies across the kiss.

It’s intoxicating knowing what he risked for me. Does that make me narcissistic? When his teeth dig into my bottom lip, I don’t care.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs lock around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom, but I’m too wrapped in him to break our kiss.

Julian walks through the door and takes us in. Elliot pulls back and presses kisses down my neck. I’m still wrapped around him, and my mouth is swollen.

Julian’s eyes move slow, dark, and almost unreadable. Then he crosses the room and settles into the wingback chair like he plans to stay there.

Elliot’s gaze flicks to him then snaps back to me.

“Julian, I’m sorry—” I stop breathing. I suck in another breath that can’t find its way to my lungs. I’ve ruined everything.

God, what have I done? I just told him I wasn’t a cheater, and now I let Elliot kiss me in front of him. He’s going to hate me forever.

Julian’s husky voice cuts straight through the noise in my head. “Strip for him, babydoll. For us.”

“What?” My voice is barely a whisper.

Elliot straightens above me. “Strip, Lee. Now.”

For a moment, I hesitate. Julian arches his brow at me expectantly. Then I’m a goner.

My feet find the floor. I obey before I can second-guess it. Their attention lands heavy on my skin as I tug my shirt over my head and let it fall. My nipples tighten under the cool air and the heat of two sets of eyes.

Elliot surveys my body. It’s as if he’s deciding where to touch me next. Chocolate eyes linger on the bruises already dark across my hips from Julian, and the look in them makes my core pulse.

Julian hasn’t shifted from the chair, and I can still see the delicious thick line of his cock pressing hard against denim. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip once and watches me like he’s deciding exactly where he will press his mouth when Elliot is finished wrecking me.

“Keep going,” Elliot says.

My eyes look at Julian. For permission maybe? I don’t want him to think this means I don’t love him.

He leans back and spreads his legs wide. His elbow rests on the arm of the chair, and without breaking my stare, he gives his cock a squeeze. Hot as fuck.

“You heard him. Panties off, too, babydoll.”

I bend and hook the sides of my panties and push them to my feet before I kick them off. I’m naked now, and my heart hammers with their attention on me.