Page 82 of Deceit

A life of her own.

And while B723 kept us linked, I’m running after a woman who left me without saying goodbye again and beat my ex’s ass. Who brought my dog home and hasn’t forgiven me for the sins I’ve committed against her.

I wouldn’t either.

And my saving grace might be for me to express how much I can’t live without her nor with someone else.

Either way, I’m fucked.

Now, laying beside her in her bed, she’s fast asleep.

Yeah, I broke the fuck in. It wasn’t a hard thing to do which is another subject I’m going to bitch at her on.

Her bedroom looks completely different from when I last saw it. Gone are the frilly little pink comforter and rose-colored walls. The girly decor that made her that much sweeter but unexpected.

I never would’ve been able to foresee Emmy coming. When she was new to B723, I thought she’d be just like anyone else except from being drop-dead gorgeous and smart as all shit. Someone with a skill set required for the team and with a hard stomach for torture.

I watched her for three years.

I worked with her and kept my hands to my damn self until I had way too much whiskey, and she got way too close. Add on her amazing fucking ass, and I was a goner way before we secretly became an item.

When Vegas happened.

They say what happens there stays there. Maybe it’s what jinxed us because I wanted to blurt it everywhere to everybody. I want to take her home and have her redo my house. I wanted nights with her in my arms, when I could kiss her when I wanted, fucked her until I couldn’t see straight, and love her because she was everything.

Now staring at the simple white walls with golden framed decor, it’s like she washed me clean from ever being in here. As if her sanctuary was wiped clean of every night and fuck we ever had.

And here I am fucking it up again.

Emmy shifts, feeling my chest against her back, and she snuggles closer. That fucking bottom of hers nestling perfectly against my already hard cock, and I allow my arm to drape around her middle, tugging her more firmly into me. Then she moans.

Fuck me, she moans.

“Morning,” she mutters sleepily. “I didn’t hear you come back last night.”

I stiffen, a blur of red filling my perfect vision of her pressed up to me. “Didn’t hearwhocome back last night?”

My voice sends Emmy leaping out of my hold, ungracefully stumbling from the mattress and taking half the bed with her.

The white comforter flies in the air, followed by her thudding onto the floor, and I don’t feel sorry.

No, that’s what she gets for doing fuck knows what since taking off two days ago.

“What in the actual fu—“ Emmy makes an effort to stand but gets tangled in the puffy white cloud of her comforter and falls to her knees. “Shit.”

“Have company here last night, Ems?” I lift a brow, impatiently waiting for her to get herself together so I can get my answer.

And I will get it.

Then I’ll kill him.

In front of her for allowing another man to touch what is legally fucking mine.

“How in thehellare you in here?” Her haughty tone is gonna get her spanked if she doesn’t shut it. She’s evading me, I know my wife, so her throwing another question at me isn’t going to get me to forget my previous one.

“I walked in,” I deadpan.

Her pretty brown eyes lock and thin at me, palming the mattress to keep herself from falling again. “No, shit, but how andwhy?”

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