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I chuckle and fall back onto my ass, glancing down at where he’s branded me. “I could say the same about you.”

He eyes me as I trail a finger through the fluid on my belly and raise it to my mouth, curious for a taste.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He shoves a rough hand through his hair. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

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REMY

She leads me to her private bathroom, then allows me the honor of stripping her out of those white shredded panties. It takes another two-second glance at my filth still sliding down her body for my dick to perk up in search of round three.

“You’re hard again.” She walks into the open-ended shower, eyeing my cock over her shoulder as she turns on the water. “Does that mean I didn’t do a good enough job?”

“No, Pyro.” I follow, closing in at her back, wrapping my arms around her waist to splay my hands over her hips. “My dick is rarely soft around you.”

I nuzzle my face into her neck, hating the weakness she creates in me and fucking loving it at the same time.

I can’t keep denying her. The sex—yes. This thing between us—hell no.

Somehow I have to figure out how to make this work. How to keep her safe. How to muzzle the head of the East Coast mafia so I can have free rein with my girl.

I wash her, falling victim to the gentle way she leans back against my chest, her head resting against my shoulder as I run soap over her skin. She returns the favor, paying extra attention to the parts of me that enjoy her the most, along with the healing bullet wound on my leg.

I let her get to know my body without judgment, despite the act of Herculean strength it takes to stop my own hands from wandering. I don’t even utter a word of protest when her fingertips graze teasingly over my balls, making me want to bite my fist.

Her shy, inquisitive nature undoes me.

And I fucking adore that I get to claim so many of her firsts.

All except the one I’m not willing to comprehend.

When she asks me to sleep in her bed, I don’t bother fighting it. If I returned to my own room, I’d only lie there thinking about being beside her. And I’d rather sport a hard dick while in bed with a beautiful woman than be alone while the female in question runs rings around my head.

It isn’t until she falls asleep that I grab my cell from the bedside table, dim the screen light, then open a text to my oldest brother.

Me

What would you do if you fell for someone Lorenzo warned you away from?

The message turns from delivered to read almost instantly.

Two seconds later my cell vibrates with an incoming call from Matthew.

Fuck.

I rush to reject the call, then start typing again.

Me

She’s asleep beside me. Don’t want to wake her.

Matthew

Fucking hell, Rem. What have you gotten yourself into?

I scrub a hand down my face, asking myself the same question.

Matthew

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