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“When I got released.”

Six months ago?

“Gonna give me shit about my décor?”

Just hearing him say décor had her chuckling. She shook her head. “No but I might for your lack of.”

He smiled, taking the bag and dropping it on the floor near the closet.

“So, what do you want to do?”

Jekyll glanced back at her, and his gaze darkened. He was usually hard to read, but she was getting his message loud and clear. It was perfect. Because that’s exactly what I want to do.

She inched closer, but he closed the gap in two steps. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. The warm heat from his breath had her squeezing her thighs together. This man had an effect on her that went beyond normal attraction. His tongue speared past her lips and tangled with hers. Imogene circled her arms around his waist, slid her hands under the back of his shirt, and caressed her fingers over the taut muscles of his back.

Jekyll hooked his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet and carrying her over to the edge of the bed. He wasted no time. He grasped the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. He only broke from the kiss for a moment then his mouth crashed down over hers. Her shirt had built in bra cups, so she was exposed from the waist up. His calloused hands spread over her stomach, up to her breasts and her nipples beaded instantly into his palms. She trembled, pushing closer to him and dropping her hands to the buckle of his jeans. Thank God he didn’t wear a belt. There was no time for that. As it was, Imogene was eager to get naked.

She must’ve been taking too long because he yanked her hands from his zipper. Jekyll guided her down on the bed, kissing her and forcing her onto her back. He straightened, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs along with her panties. Then it was her turn, and she was treated to a show. No music, no dancing. All of that was unnecessary. Jekyll’s body was the showstopper. He took off his cut, hanging it near the door, then ripped off his shirt, tossing it across the room. Her eyes followed his hands as he dropped his pants to his ankles.

Oh God.

Obviously she’d seen him last night, but she hadn’t gotten the same view. She licked her lips, and he growled, coming over her body. He grabbed the back of her thighs, sliding between her legs and inside of her.

“Ahh,” she moaned, arching her back.

His hands spread on either side of her head, caging her in, and when he thrust inside of her, his mouth came down on hers. Hard. His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting her. Imogene wrapped her arms around his back, urging him closer, but he held most of his weight off of her.

It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and never this good. When Jekyll bit her bottom lip, she moaned into his mouth and he sank deeper into her core.

So good.

She traced the muscles of his back with her fingers and deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. Imogene had always been a big fan of kissing, but with Jekyll it was somehow different. She swiveled her hips in tandem with his moves. She wasn’t going to last much longer. He was hitting her in spots she didn’t even know existed. One in particular was putting her over the edge. She dug her nails in his back, screamed his name and he slammed inside of her.

Yes!

“Fuck.” He grunted, and she gasped.

Her whole body tensed, her toes curled, and she locked her legs tightly, riding her orgasm. He dropped his face to her neck, and his warm breath blanketed her skin.

I want to do that again!

****

Fucking curtains!

Jekyll threw his arm over his eyes, shielding them from the light. As much as a domesticated life wasn’t something he craved, he’d have to break down and buy window coverings. He rolled over, stretching his arm across the bed. His eyes shot open when he realized it was empty.

He pushed up on his elbow, surveying the room. Her bag was on the floor in the corner along with a pair of panties and bra. She obviously hadn’t left. An unexpected wave of relief washed over him. He dragged his hand over his face and stilled when he heard voices coming from the living room.

A faint laugh. Then another. Jekyll sat up, staring at the open door and focusing on the sound. One voice was definitely Imogene, and the other was also female. Realistically, it could be only one of two women. Cleo and Addison were the only ones who had access to the houses beyond the clubhouse.

He threw off the sheets, grabbed his jeans, not bothering with his underwear or the snap, and stalked out of his room and down the hallway. He immediately stopped at the opening to the living room, taking in the scene.

I should’ve fucking known.

Imogene was standing by the door talking with Cleo. Wraith’s woman must’ve sensed his presence and looked over. She lifted her hand in a short wave.

“Morning, Jekyll!”