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and then I did groan, long and helpless. I couldn’t hold off anymore, and I gripped her hips and fucked her, my strokes hard and lengthy.
    Her back arched off the bed, her heels digging into my back. Her hands were fisted back in the sheets, twisting up the pretty floral pattern.
    Watching her was as good as fucking her, I thought deliriously. Never in my life had I been so visually aroused, my focus so pulled towards every reaction from my partner.
    Every time she moaned, I matched the angle and strength of my thrusts. I wanted to make her come again, one last time if it had to be that way, and I paid close attention to every clench of her pussy and every ripple of her stomach
    She was close.
    I leaned down over her, taking her mouth again, and then we both toppled over the edge, Taryn’s legs wrapping tight around me and holding me deep inside her.
    We trembled together, swallowing up each other’s moans. I felt so fucking close to her, melted together with fire and history. I wrapped my arms around her body, under her arched spine, and gasped against her until I was drained and spent, every muscle in my body going slack.
    When my vision cleared, the intense euphoria easing and my thoughts coming back down to Earth, Taryn was half-smiling.
    I kissed her lazily, but mostly we just inhaled each other’s breaths, soaking up the moment. I pushed the damp hair off her forehead and framed her face with my hands, in so much awe over how stunning she was.
    I didn’t have the words to say, not without making myself even more vulnerable than I already had today, and so I nuzzled her nose with a small smile.
    “It happened again,” she said, dryly amused.
    “We can’t be trusted around each other,” I quipped and Taryn chuckled. “At least you weren’t mad at me this time.”
    “Don’t be so sure.”
    I conceded to that point, leaning in to kiss her again but not quite getting there when my phone rang.
    Taryn groaned. “Okay now I’m mad. Do you have to answer it?”
    “If it’s who I think it is, yes.” I felt around the floor for my jeans, wrestling my phone out of the pocket. The screen flashed Ian and I turned to Taryn, kissing her briefly. “I’ll be right back.”
    I rolled out of bed, grabbing up my underwear and hopping into it as I headed out into the hall and down the stairs.
    “Ian?”
    His voice down the line sounded muffled by people and music, the sound of some busy bar. “I got your info about that Ethan Foster guy. I know who wants him dead.”
    “Where the hell are you?”
    “Monroe’s,” Ian told me, trying to keep his voice hushed even under the ruckus.
    “Holy shit.” That couldn’t mean what I thought it meant. “What did you find out?”
    “You’re not gonna like it…”
    No, I didn’t think I was.
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
Taryn
     
    Mason hustled me out of bed, handing me my bathrobe and urging me into the living room.
    Still walking around in his underwear, the bright light of day continually reminding me what a damn fine body he had, he sat me down on the sofa.
    His movements were taut and unhappy and I knew it couldn’t be good news.
    “Seriously, Mason, you’re freaking me out.”
    “It’s about Ethan,” he said, standing in the center of the room, arms folded tightly over his bare chest. I tensed everywhere, waiting for him to deliver the worst. “He hasn’t done anything wrong.”
    “Well,” I said slowly, frowning, “that’s good, isn’t it?”
    “You’d think, but the person who wants him dead is the problem.” Mason dragged a hand through his hair. “His name is Carl Monroe.” He paused for a long time, and I felt myself leaning over my knees, my heart somewhere in my throat. “He’s the leader of a criminal organization, a pretty fucking serious one.”
    “How serious?”
    “Drugs, kidnapping, murder, money laundering—”
    “He’s the mob ?” I spluttered.
    “Basically, yes.”
    “Oh my God.”
    How—how could this have