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He paused, making me ask, “Who?”

“Romeo. He’s Malik’s son. I didn’t know until that day. Until I had a letter in my hand that Mal had left for me.”

“So not only did you kill your wife, but you killed Malik too.”

He nodded. “I loved him.”

“And now?” Why that was so important given everything he’d just told me, I didn’t want to analyze.

“He’s a ghost of my past. Romeo is a reminder of the guilt lying on my shoulders.”

“That’s why you’re watching his dog.”

“I’ll take care of Romeo since Mal can’t. No one can know about Romeo’s connection to Mal or me. It’s why I’m never seen with him in public. I don’t want him to become a target.”

I pushed into a seated position and faced him, deciding to not delve any deeper into the nightmares he lived through. “Jesus, you have shit luck when it comes to romance.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re worried you’re going to have to kill Vail or me or whoever you fall for. I understand why, but you know that’s not the reality, right? I’m not part of your world. There aren’t people breathing down my neck, trying to get to me.” Except maybe a bank, but that was my grandfather’s doing. “I’m not them.”

“I’m aware. The point remains. I shouldn’t get involved with anyone. It doesn’t end well.” He didn’t need to say the words for me to understand the pain he was in at having to kill them. Yes, he was obviously angry at them for what they did, but he still killed people he’d loved.

I took a deep breath and asked a question that made me vulnerable. I didn’t like it, not when it came to Jordan. He held too much power over me. “Do you not want me? You were kissing Vail. What I saw in there?—”

Jordan lunged forward until his lips were against mine. His tongue pressed to my mouth, urging me to open. I moaned as he pushed me back to the bed so he could move his body over mine. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, didn’t give me a chance to breathe. With his body flush to mine, and how hard he was, it was obvious he was trying to say without words he wanted me.

Unwilling to let him stop, I wrapped my arms and legs around him so he couldn’t go anywhere. I would strip bare and offer him my ass if I thought he’d take me. This wasn’t about that. At least not yet. I hoped there was a yet.

“Jordan,” I panted against his lips when he gave me an inch to pull back. Desperate words poured from me. “Don’t stop. I need you.”

He ducked his head to press his mouth to my neck. I could feel the growl against my skin. “Don’t doubt my desire for you.” He thrust his hips.

My hands went to his head to hold him in place, the still damp strands weaving between my fingers. “What about Vail?”

“You want him too.”

“For years when I was younger. He wasn’t attainable.” The only reason I could carry a conversation was because I was still clothed. Even at that, I was so close to coming from lack of being touched for too long.

“What if he is?” I heard from the doorway.

Jordan didn’t move. He punched his hips forward like just the sound of Vail’s voice made him wilder.

“Oh my god.” I dropped my head back and moved my hands to Jordan’s hips. “You’re going to make me come.”

He was a man possessed, thrusting his dick alongside mine.

“Jordan,” Vail said. “It’s not fair that Hartley can come, and I can’t.”

That had Jordan pausing and me whining.

“Shit,” Jordan bit out and lifted from me. His silver hair was a mess, going every which way, thanks to my fingers. My eyes fixated on where his dick was outlined in his slacks, like it was straining toward the top to be freed. His once pressed pants were wrinkled from what we’d done.

Jordan’s eyes bounced from me to Vail until he spun and exited the room. I expected him to go back to his bedroom, but he took the stairs to the first floor. A few seconds later, the door to his office slammed shut, causing me to jump.

“What the fuck just happened?” I muttered.

“Jordan. He’s a tornado, apparently. We’re left in his wake while he moves on to who the hell knows what next.” He motioned toward the bed with his chin. “Can I?”

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