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Heath was breathing hard, his eyes locked with mine.

Once I broke past the tightness of him, I pushed further, deeper, focusing on his face. His eyes rolled into his head and he shuddered, taking every solid inch of me.

“That’s so good,” he whimpered, moving his head side to side with pleasure. “Harder.”

I positioned the insides of my elbows to the back of his knees and lifted his ass off the bed. I hovered over him, his ass fully exposed to my powerful drives, and went as deep as I could. I held inside before pulling out and sliding back in. My pace quickened as his body convulsed under me.

“You’re so tight,” I said. “So fucking hot, Heath. I need this, you, forever.”

I’d never spoken words of affection like this during sex, but my love for him had overwhelmed me and I found the act even more stimulating. “I could shoot any second,” I said, breathing hard and staring down at my future. He was such a revelation and watching him drove me crazy. I didn’t just want him, I needed him.

I grabbed Heath’s cock and stroked it in sync with my thrusts. “Keep that up and I’ll blow,” he warned.

“Go for it,” I groaned.

My load was on the cusp of exploding, so I gripped his cock tighter and jacked him while my dick buried into him. The image was too fucking much for me to hold off a second more.

“Fuck!” I yelled. My balls were ready to nut.

“I’m coming, Archer!” Heath covered his mouth to stifle his pleasure.

The vision of him coming all over his abs and the sound of my name pulled the orgasm out of me. “Heath, baby,” I growled. My body tensed as I shot my load into him.

Heath was bucking under me, and he let loose a loud groan when his load shot between us, covering us both.

We lay still, connected as one while we caught our breath and melted into each other. I didn’t care about the sweat, the lube, or the sticky mess of our releases. Nothing else mattered, not even out battered body.

“I love you, Heath. Please be mine.”

“I love you too, Archer. I’ll be forever yours.”

Thirty-Five: The Priest

Three Days Later

You could eat the tension in the air with a spoon—and possibly choke on it. The exhaustion, pain, and anxiety were visible on everyone’s faces. Marilyn paced under the lights in front of the camera that would broadcast The Firm’s darkest and most hidden secrets. The vile truth about their existence. She shook her hands dangling at her side and stretched her neck to the left then to the right, murmuring to herself.

Her nervousness was justified. What was about to happen would put her life in great danger, if it wasn’t already based on the stories she’d told us about the last couple of days. There was no turning back from here, not for her and most definitely not for us. We would live in the shadows until the last grip of The Firm’s power was extinguished—and heaven knew how long that would take.

She took a deep breath before correcting her posture, adjusting the microphone clipped to the collar of her navy blue pantsuit. Her black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and her red lipstick burst from her cinnamon-colored skin. She looked like a woman on a mission.

The flat-screen television next to her flickered before an image of the late Senator Evans popped up on the screen. More photos appeared, surrounding Senator Evans’s picture until the sixty-inch screen was filled with the faces of those who’d fallen victim to The Firm—including the ones we had personally killed. Their faces haunted us. We couldn’t bring them back to life, but we could risk our lives to stop The Firm by clipping their wings.

Archer walked in, his eyes sweeping the room. He spotted me in the corner and headed over. My stomach fluttered, like it always did when he was around. He was the architect of this plan and I had no doubt it would work. Our expectations were reasonable, and it started by exposing them. The Firm wasn’t built in a day, and we understood that taking them down would be a slow and painful process.

He planted a kiss on my lips. “I love you,” he said before standing next to me.

“I love you too,” I replied. It was the third time we’d spoken those words to each other, but it didn’t make what we felt less real. I lifted his shirt discreetly to check all the cuts and bruises he’d sustained.

He held my hand, kissing the back of it. “I’m okay,” he said. “How’s your back?”

“Better.” I nodded. “Are you ready?”

“I hope this fucking works.”

“It will,” I assured him, linking our hands together. “Look around.” I pointed at everyone inside the small, crowded room. “How could we fail when we’re surrounded by all of them? These men and women are willing to risk their lives for this, and no matter what happens, we won’t stop until The Firm is exposed.”

Archer was thoughtful for a second, taking in the scene in front of him. “I hope it’s all worth it,” he said.

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