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Diego curled his other arm under her ass, helping to angle her as his cock slid inside. His thrusts were slow and measured, drawing out every moment. All he could see was Hannah, her head writhing, that sheen of sweat on her skin, the way she was lost completely from having him inside her.

She came, her body so beautiful and perfect, but he couldn’t stop, not yet. Stopping would mean it was over. He didn’t want the way her body gripped and sucked at his cock to ever be over, but his control shattered. He buried his shout in her neck as he emptied himself inside her.

He panted into her skin, dazed, wrecked, and so blissed out he didn’t have a word for it.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as his weight trapped her on the couch. “You’re mine,” he breathed, nuzzling her. “Mine.”

He was probably scaring her.

He eased his grip, starting to lift from her, but her arms wrapped tightly around him, keeping him there. Her lips brushed against his neck and chin and wherever she could reach without moving.

She sighed with contentment. Then her arms slackened as her body relaxed beneath him.

Diego looked down into that precious, exhausted face. She’d fallen asleep with them still joined. He wished they could stay that way, but already he felt the stickiness they’d created.

He eased out of her, his cock soaked, marking his thigh when it hung limp and free. Her cunt leaked a mixture of cum and blood, just as he’d imagined, and he went lightheaded from the sight. His body felt weak as he stood and padded to the bathroom. He grabbed all the towels, moving to her bedroom first and positioning a folded one so it’d lay beneath her ass.

She didn’t stir at all when he lifted her in his arms.

The shirt he’d shoved beneath her hadn’t done that great of a job. It was soaked through and clinging to the cushion.

At least he was tapped out. His cock didn’t stir at all from the evidence of how desperately he’d taken her. Or from cleaning her with a warmed washcloth. He pulled the blankets over her, leaning down and kissing the corner of her mouth.

Then he padded back to the living room to clean up the mess he was more than happy to have made.

Chapter 23

Hannah blushed whenever she saw Diego. Or whenever she saw the couch.

He’d thought it would ease once he put the cleaned and dried cushions back on, but when she sat there to read again, she would fidget and shift the whole time like she was turned on.

He was addicted to those tiny movements. To her scent.

They hadn’t talked about what had happened. He was nervous that he might have overwhelmed her and waited for her to bring it up.

Days later, he still waited.

When his body became too tense at night to sleep, he jacked off using her shampoo instead of crawling into bed to sleep beside her.

Ramiro was grumpy on the call again that day, just like he had been the day after Diego texted him at two in the morning demanding feminine products and upholstery cleaner be delivered.

Ramiro’s bad mood was partly Diego’s fault. He hadn’t picked up jack shit on the cameras he’d placed around the current target’s house.

“Don’t gripe at me, Ram. This guy’s never home.” That had been good for Diego. His attention span was shot any time Hannah was around. “We should concentrate on his club instead.”

“Too risky.” Ramiro sighed. “The cartel is crawling around that place, and you know well enough that Zeta pissed them off. Things are still too up in the air despite Naz’s work for them. We can’t be spotted there.”

“I’m better than that,” Diego reminded him.

“You were. But you’re fucking distracted lately.” His tone turned hard. “Can’t you fuck her so you can at least concentrate again?”

Diego hung up on him before he said something they’d both regret.

Good thing, too, because Connor had slipped out of his room. He sat huddled against the wall, his head buried in his arms.

Hanging up on Ramiro wasn’t as satisfying as breaking his jaw would have been. Frustration writhed inside Diego, needing an outlet for that and for how Hannah’s son looked.

“Hey, boy,” he called to Connor. “Want to help me out with tools in the garage?” He remembered the kid had seemed to like helping him that the one time, and tinkering with something would settle him down as well.

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