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I assume he will start off slow but he picks up the pace immediately. His pulsating dick drills into me from behind. My back arches against him, feeling his skin against my ass as he pumps faster and deeper into my soul.

“Fuck…!” I cry out. Taking it from that angle feels even better than the first. My pussy drips as his speed heightens.

His hand cups my breasts and low rumbling groans escape his lips. My body begins following his rhythm on instinct. The pleasure saturates me completely, my heart races so fast with no opportunity to breathe normally. A raw growl tears through him. His hand squeezes my breast aggressively as he thrusts one last time.

I feel it, I feel it all in me. My fingers squeeze into the bedsheets as I bite into it, and we both orgasm together, riding the wave as our screams tear through the air.

After cleaning up, we just lay there. My head on his chest as I feel his heart beating against my face.

“I want this,” he declares in his husky voice. “No… I need this,”

I lift my focus to meet his, “I do too,”

I pause to catch my breath.

“But this case might actually make it impossible to want anything. I will be ruined,”

“And in what world do you think I would allow that?” He asks, his hand sliding back down to my ass.

I guess he had grown attached.

“I will fight this,” he mutters.

I fall completely into his grasp, allowing the sense of safety to wash calmly over me.

“And I will be by your side,” I reply, feeling his grip getting firmer.

Clueless on how the next day will be but at that point, I am where I want to be.

22

BROCK

Iwake before sunrise. For a moment, I don't move. Juniper is asleep beside me — her hair spilling across the pillow, one hand resting near her face, the steady rise and fall of her breathing filling the quiet room.

Peace. The thought takes me by surprise. I've slept in dozens of places over the years — apartments, hotels, temporary housing assigned by the Council — and none of them ever felt like this. I let myself have one more second of it before forcing myself out of bed.

There are still problems waiting. An investigation, missing evidence, people working quickly to bury everything we've found. And somewhere in the center of all of it is the woman sleeping in the next room. I intend to protect our future, and the certainty of that surprises me with how natural it feels.

I pull on my clothes and step into the kitchen. My phone sits on the counter, and a few moments later I'm speaking with the Town Hall secretary. "I need a list of everyone who had access to that storage room."

"I've already started compiling names," she says.

"Good. Check the visitor logs again."

Soft footsteps sound behind me and I glance over my shoulder. Juniper stands in the doorway wearing one of my shirts, and my sentence immediately loses direction — the words I'd been forming vanish somewhere between my brain and my mouth. The secretary continues speaking. I barely hear her.

Juniper smiles. A slow, sleepy smile, the kind that should probably be illegal. She walks over without a word, rises onto her toes, and presses a kiss against my lips. The secretary is still talking. I have absolutely no idea what she's saying.

Juniper's smile widens. The little menace knows exactly what she just did.

"Brock?" the secretary calls.

"Yeah?" I react.

Juniper starts laughing immediately, and the secretary sounds confused. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I answer quickly, narrowing my eyes at Juniper. She remains entirely unrepentant. The call ends shortly afterward, and the second it does, she tilts her focus. "You looked frightened."