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“Shit, I haven’t gone bare in…a really long time.” He slid the length of his cock against her folds.

She rubbed against him, and slid a hand between their bodies. She gripped his cock and stroked.

The sound he made was part growl, part groan. “Temptress.” He hitched her higher, and his cock rubbed against her slick folds.

“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s right where I want you.”

He pushed inside her slowly. “Take my cock, Sprite.”

She bit her lip, absorbing the stretch. Oh, she loved the way he filled her.

“Nola.” His voice was pure grit. “Your little gasps and moans drive me crazy.”

She met his glittering gaze and her chest tightened. He started to move inside her—in, out.

“So full of you, Knox.” Her body was trembling, a magnificent orgasm building inside her. Her arms and legs convulsed on him. “Don’t stop.”

“Never. Couldn’t.” His gaze burned into hers.

A second later, Nola came, the pleasure hot and sharp as it sliced through her. She chanted his name, her nails digging into his shoulders. He thrust inside her two more times, then pinned her hard to the wall.

“Will never get enough of this.” His grunts filled her ears, and she felt him pulse inside her as he came. His deep groan filled the shower stall.

Knox slapped a hand to the tile, both of them breathing hard.

“Jesus.” He sucked in some air. “It just keeps getting better.”

Nola moved her hand over his back and stroked. Her fingers brushed a scar. It felt round and puckered.

“Bullet?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah. Hurt like hell when it happened.”

“I bet.” Her throat tightened. She hated the idea of him being shot and hurting.

He nuzzled the side of her face. “I don’t get shot at anymore, so don’t worry.”

“You were shot at today,” she said.

“That was an exception.” He reached over and turned off the shower. He carried her out of the stall, and snagged a towel off the rack.

Once he reached the bed, he set her down and started drying her.

He knelt in front of her, running the towel down her legs. “You’re beautiful, Nola.”

She looked down at his dark head. He sure made her feel that way.

“Now, we need to get some sleep.” He swiped the towel over his body, then slid his hands through her damp hair. “Tomorrow, we need to get to Sentinel Security, and you need to talk to the police.”

She nodded and climbed into the bed. “I’m not looking forward to either of those things. Maybe we can just stay here. We have food, gin, excellent sex. I’m good.”

He settled beside her. “Your brother might object to that.”

She pulled a face. “Probably.”

He pulled her against him, lying back on the pillows.

She rubbed her cheek against his pec. “Tell me something about yourself.”

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