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She dipped down and melded her lips to mine. Her kiss made me dizzy with all the passion and love she infused it with. Soon our tongues were tangling, and I was sitting up high against the backboard of the bed, looking at her all happy with herself, ready to ride us into oblivion. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy on my woman.

Nope, first she needed a little bit of special attention. My hands left her hips and drifted inwards, petting her nest of curls, seeking and finding her wet folds.

“Zarek,” she moaned.

I sought further, and slowly stroked her needy flesh, up and down until I found the wet entrance of her body. I pushed in, just a little, with two fingers.

She hummed out a toneless tune. Something she’d been doing with me for years. Something I had forgotten.

With my other hand, I softly brushed my thumb over the swollen bud of her clit. She wiggled her ass against my thighs. I didn’t know if I was going to make it. I might just go up in flames before the night was over.

I pressed my fingers into her snug flesh a little further. So warm. So tight. So mine.

“Zarek!”

“What sweetheart?”

“Move your hands so I can take you inside me.”

“Give me one orgasm, and then I will.”

Her eyes opened and they looked almost black. She was so close. I loved seeing her like this, wild, needy and feeling safe enough to give up control. I used my thumb to circle and press her clit while her body shivered and trembled.

She began to call out my name. It was music to my ears.

She lunged against my touch, holding herself there, taking what she needed as she wailed in approval.

I was done waiting. I shifted our bodies so that my cock met her welcoming warmth and slid home. I couldn’t control the shudder that went through my body.

Chloe arched back, her hands on my thighs, moving in a sinuous dance that brought me to my metaphorical knees. Up and down. She tossed her hair back, her breasts thrust forward. For just a moment I could see that she was reaching for another orgasm, but then my world exploded.

I was nothing more than the man who belonged to Chloe Post, and she had just given me everything.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The air smelled like honeysuckle and warm pavement.

It was an early evening in May, the kind that made you forget, just for a second, that the world could be cruel. The sun hadn’t fully set yet, but it was slipping lower, painting the street in gold and shadow. Zarek had parked halfway down the block instead of right out front, and when we’d started down the street he’d reached for my hand. Our fingers slid together naturally, like they’d been waiting for permission.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, hands linked, our steps matching without thought. I could feel the warmth of him through his palm, steady and grounding. For the first time in days—maybe weeks—I wasn’t bracing for the next emotional hit.

Whatever Zarek was about to tell me, it wasn’t about him sneaking into Cappy’s gym or getting his ribs cracked in some backroom cage.

He was finally going to share with me. Everything.

He squeezed my hand once before stopping in front of the Onyx Security building. The brick façade was unassuming, the windows darkened, the discreet sign by the door easy to miss if you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Zarek pressed the buzzer.

“Post,” he said into the speaker.

There was a pause. Then a click.

“Come on up.”

The door unlocked.

We climbed the stairs together, my heels clicking softly on the concrete steps. At the top, the door to the conference room was already open.