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The water crashes down on both our bodies, steam fills the space while Marvin slowly enters me. There is no urgency to ravish one another. This feels different as if we’re both savoring our connection. The feel of his hard length slowly filling me up, leaving me half empty, and then repeating it over and over is a slow burn with a promise to detonate at full force.

My breathing becomes erratic. I’m clawing at his back and have to end the kiss to release a deep moan. I’m already close to coming and I’m doing everything I can to hold back my orgasm. This feels too good to be over so soon.

“You feel so good clenching around my cock,” Marvin rumbles and I clench my inner walls.

I sink my teeth into his neck, not being able to give him any words. He curses and grips my ass harder as he starts to thrust harder inside me. My eyes are closed and all I can do is hold on for the ride. Bliss hits me full force out of nowhere and I’m faintly aware of the hot pulses of cum filling me up.

My heart feels ready to explode and I don’t even care about the cold tiles hitting my back when Marvin leans me against the wall to take some of the weight. Another blissful moment between us, when life hits pause and we create a world that only consists of the two of us.

Sadly enough, reality crashes back in when the thick ropes of cum slide out of my pussy along with Marvin’s half-erect dick.

“I’ll end up pregnant sooner rather than later if you keep filling me up,” I mutter when Marvin gently places me back on my feet.

Marvin grins and reaches for the soap. “Good. If we start early, we’ll have enough time in our future to add more, raise them, and have all the time for just the two of us before our hair turns gray.”

I can only gape at the man. “Do you have a solution to everything?”

He starts to soap up his dick and I can’t help but stare.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll receive another load inside your sweet pussy. If you want to wait before we have kids you could always get some birth control. Until then I can fuck you in the ass while rubbing your clit, the orgasms will be the same either way.”

We just had sex, I can still feel his cum sliding out of me, and yet hearing him say those crude words while watching his hand pulling his dick to wash off the soap suds is turning me on. Damn. Until yesterday I’d never felt a real cock inside me and now this man has me wondering what it would feel like if he…dammit. He’s definitely turned my world upside down.

And I absolutely adore him for it.

CHAPTER TEN

– MARVIN –

I lean back in the booth while I let Kathleen talk with Dean. She’s giving him all the details we found out and even if she already messaged him the headlines, it’s good to talk things through.

There’s no need for me to take lead, besides I like watching Kathleen work. She’s fierce in everything she does and there’s enough space to divide the workload. Fighting crime is a joint effort, it’s never a one-man action.

Leaning forward, I grab my coffee and take a sip while I quickly glance over the diner we’re sitting in. Only two other people are sitting on the other side of the room. It’s still early and I guess rush hour will come in about thirty minutes or so…the silence before the storm so to say. Good enough for us to take advantage of the quiet moment to have enough privacy to talk in hushed voices about the case.

“I agree,” Dean states. “After I received your message yesterday, I had someone swing by Lucian Riggs’ half-brother’s place.”

“That someone being our father?” I guess. “What did he find out?”

“Our person of interest uses the name Davey Carville. He’s been using Riggs his half-brother’s last name for the past six years,” Dean states. “According to Carville, Davey never returned to the ranch where his grandfather worked.”

Placing my empty cup on the table I ask, “He ran off to Carville and his wife’s place after Davey’s mother went missing?”

“Yeah. Davey kept visiting the Carville’s without his mother while he grew up. Six years ago he came to live with them permanently until about eight months ago. They haven’t seen him since.” Dean turns to Kathleen. “Your hunch was correct on all fronts. Davey was trained to work as a crime scene cleaner, and the fucker didn’t allow any woman to give him any lip about shit. Carville said it was because of the way his mother treated him.”

Kathleen frowns. “If Carville was looking after his half-brother’s grandson, why the hell would he share details instead of protecting his family?”

“Good question,” I murmur.

Strange how someone would spill these details freely about a relative who he took into his own home, and even uses his last name on top of it. Dean chuckles when Kathleen shoots me a glare.

Smirking, my brother asks, “She doesn’t take compliments well on the job?”

He’s now receiving Kathleen’s glare, but it switches to horror and is aimed at me when I tell him, “The only time I praise her as a good girl is when I fuck her.”

Fire burns my skin when Kathleen smacks her flat hand against my chest.

“What the hell, Marvin?” she hisses.

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