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“I believe you, Dae,” I add. “You say you ended business with him years ago, and I believe the Global Group brought him around your company again. Now, you need to trust me to do my job as a reporter and get to the bottom of this story. Without your interference.”

He balls his hands at his side before moving them to my waist. He yanks me into his body.

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” He presses his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy.

I stroke his jaw. “I know. But trust me enough to handle this. This is my job. He’s not the first asshole I’ve done a case on, and he won’t be the last.”

His jaw flexes again, but when I reach on my tiptoes to kiss the side of his jaw, it relaxes. I press another kiss and then another. Each kiss releases the tension coiled in his body a little more.

My breath catches when he suddenly cups my thighs, picking me up and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. In an instant, we’re heading back up the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I ask as if I don’t already know.

“Back to bed,” he answers before slamming his lips against mine.

For the next few hours, thoughts about Blackmon, my investigation, and anything else are entirely forgotten.

CHAPTER 35

Dae

“What’s this?” Kennedy asks as she turns to face me in our bedroom.

I take a second to stare at her.

She’s wearing a sleeveless, slim-fit, long, dark green dress that flares out at the bottom. The chest offers a tear-shaped cutout that moves up to form a cold collar. It’s classy and perfect for her.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, her red-tinted lips forming a playful grin.

“Like what?” I don’t stop eye fucking her.

As crucial as tonight’s event is for business and personal charity work, I’m so fucking tempted to rip the dress off of her and spend the night making her call out my name until she loses her voice.

“Like I’m a piece of meat.” She taps my chin.

“You’re more than a piece of meat, baby.” I brush my lips against hers and then take a step back before following through on my dirty thoughts. I hold the shoebox in my hands out to her.

She lifts an eyebrow, doubt written across her gorgeous features. “It’s in the shape of a shoebox, but these can’t be actual shoes,” she says, laughing. “The Dae I know would never buy me a pair of shoes.”

A chuckle spills from my lips. “That was the old me.” I place the box on the arm bench at the end of the bed. Then I take Kennedy by the hand and seat her next to the box.

I kneel on one knee in front of her as I open the box to reveal the black and gold sandal high heels. The gold and crystal band of the shoe spirals upward to coil around her ankle.

“I caught you looking these up on your computer last week,” I admit.

“You were spying on me?” She narrows her eyes on me.

“Yes.” I lift her foot, slip the shoe on, and adjust the band around her ankle. It fits perfectly. The way the gold band wraps around her ankle makes me think of another type of metal around her wrists. My cock twitches in my tuxedo pants.

“Dae.” Kennedy’s voice is a warning.

“Perfect,” I say, marveling at how amazing these shoes look on her.

I slip the second shoe onto her other foot and then stand, taking her hand to help her rise.

“You don’t think I’ll run away in these?” She kicks one heel up jokingly.

“Even if you do, there’s nowhere you can go that I won’t catch you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

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