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I only thought he was moving before. He lets go of my clit and really moves. Pounding into me, harder than I’ve ever had. I don’t know if I’ll be okay tomorrow, and that’s something I’m completely okay with.

Three more intense thrusts, and King buries himself in me.His eyes shut, and his brows pinch.

I put a hand over my bare chest. “My heart. That was…”

He’s breathing as hard as me and loosens his grip on the backs of my thighs. Then he does something that surprises me. Still planted deep, he bends at the waist and gives me his weight.

Together, our skin is clammy, and his heart speeds to the beat of mine. King buries his face in my messy hair, his warm, heavy breath in my ear is something I could listen to for hours.

He’s this way because of me.

“Thought I couldn’t get you out of my head before,” he murmurs into my ear and leans on a forearm to look into my eyes. He gazes down at me and shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Goldie, but I have a feeling I’m fucked.”

“I’m trying to figure out if that’s good or bad.”

A ghost of a smirk kisses his lips. “As long as I meet your high standards, it’s good, baby. It’s really fucking good.”

My smile isn’t small. It’s satisfied. “After that and the last week, I think my only standard is you.”

He surprises me one more time. Without breaking our connection, he scoops his thick arms under me, proves he was a Ranger in another life, and doesn’t miss many days at the gym. I yelp from the sudden movement when he straightens with me in his arms.

“We’re going to shower the sex and sweat off. And I am not sleeping on the damn sofa tonight.”

I’m about to agree, but we both freeze when three loud bangs come from below us followed by a muffled voice. “I can hear you up there, Goldie Carter!”

That’s followed by a muffled bark. “Ruff-ruff!”

My eyes widen, and I have to choke back my laugh.

“That’s not good,” I whisper.

King does not whisper and pulls me down onto his still semi-hard cock. “Right now, I don’t give a shit who knows. You’re all mine, baby.”

16

GOLDEN TICKET

King

We stare at blueprints, photos, and banking reports on the table in front of us.

So far, Goldie has taken the floor plans that are on file with the City of Miami and has labeled how every part of The Pink is used by Carter. We’ve gone over every credit and debit of the bank reports since she moved here. She marked which ones are legit event costs and revenue and which ones are bogus that she knows of.

We tackled surveillance photos.

The woman—who I fucked for the first, second, and third times last night and the fourth this morning—studies the photographs in front of her. She moves them like tiles in some sort of puzzle and pushes three to the side and switches the order of the others around a few times until she sits back in her chair with a sigh.

She motions to the three at the side that are from surveillance cameras. “I can’t place them. I mean, maybe? The one is too faraway. People were in and out all the time. I did my best to ignore Dex’s personal guests. I stuck to my responsibilities and focused on the clientele. But these.” She points to the rest of the pictures. “I know them. They work directly for Dex but have nothing to do with The Pink. At least, not officially.”

Goldie sits across from Micah and Brax. I’m perpendicular to all of them. As much as I wanted to grab the seat next to her, I also know the need to put some space between us for her sake, professionalism, and, finally, for my sanity from having to work with these guys daily.

We’ve been at this for over two hours. And during that time, we’ve learned more than I have in the last year since Dex took over The Pink.

Targeting Marigold Carter was my golden ticket—in more ways than one.

Professionally.

And, given last night and this morning, personally.

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