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Nothing could’ve broken the connection between them as he entered her in one languorous motion. They groaned together as he pressed inward until his hips were flush to hers.

Viking hammered into her over and over. The sounds of their bodies connecting mixed with their heavy breaths. Her butt clenched as she lifted to meet him thrust for thrust, moan for moan. When she began to tire, he reached beneath her, grabbed her butt, and held her up. The faster he pumped into her, the higher she rose, until her second orgasm slammed through her like an out-of-control train, sending an emotional storm blasting through her.

Never before had she felt anything so deeply or thought in her wildest dreams that she would ever enjoy sex again. Her ex had tried to take everything from her, including her bodily autonomy. With two wild orgasms, Viking had given it all back to her.

Viking pumped into her one, two, three more times and was buried deep inside her when his own orgasm crashed through him. He groaned and buried his face against her neck.

He rose to settle on his forearms and kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“I am so much better than okay.” She stroked his hair back over his shoulders and kissed him with all of the emotion he’d rekindled within her.

“I’m glad.” He stretched out next to her, tucked her against his side, and kissed the top of her head.

She kissed his chest and draped her arm and leg over his hips.

As sleep began to pull her down, Marigold’s final thought was that she would spend the rest of her life making sure Viking knew exactly how much she loved and appreciated him.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Viking’sphonevibratedonthe nightstand, eliciting a cute little noise of protest from the warm body curled up next to him. Marigold nestled her sweet little butt against his crotch, and a certain part of his anatomy instantly responded.Down, boy. As much as he wanted to roll her over and bury himself inside her again, he resisted and reached behind him for the phone.

He was surprised not only by the early hour but also concerned when he saw Cole’s number on the screen. Viking kissed Marigold on the side of her neck, slid up and sat back against the headboard. He cleared his throat, tapped the screen, and lifted the phone to his ear.

“Good morning, Cole.” He tried to keep his voice soft, but one of Marigold’s big blue eyes snapped open, and she shifted up to sit cross-legged facing him. Unfortunately for him, she was careful to hold the sheet in place over her chest.

Her curls were a tumbled mass, and she scrubbed a hand over her face and dragged her hair back away from her eyes. There was a small crease on her left cheek from her pillow, indicating she’d slept soundly in his arms. He felt pretty damn good about that.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, but there’s been a development.” Cole’s voice was crisp and clear, indicating he’d been up for some time.

Viking kept his eyes on Marigold as he asked, “What kind of development?”

“I just received a call from Sebastian. The warden at the prison where Barnum is incarcerated contacted him. Apparently, they’re old friends and the warden knows about the senator’s interest in that piece of shit. It seems Barnum has somehow managed to bullshit his way to an early release.”

“How early are we talking about here?” Viking reached over and took hold of Marigold’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“There’s a chance he’ll get out this morning. The warden is going to drag his feet on the paperwork as much as he can, but that’ll only delay things a few hours.”

Viking stifled the expletive threatening to explode from his lips. But Marigold picked up on his tension.

“What is it?” She held the sheet tighter to her body in an almost protective fashion. “What’s the matter?”

“Cole, I’m going to put you on speaker so you can tell Marigold what you just told me.” She had a right to know everything.

“She’s there with you now?” Cole sounded surprised.

“Yes, she’s right here.” He winked at her.

“Oh, geez.” She flopped back onto the bed and yanked the blanket up over her head.

Cole was no dummy. He would surely put two and two together and figure out they’d slept together. Viking didn’t have a problem with him knowing—hell, he wanted everyone to know she was his—but he probably should’ve made sure she felt the same way.

“Interesting,” his boss said almost to himself. “Yeah, go ahead and put me on speaker.”

Marigold flapped the sheet down, giving him a peek at her perfect breasts, then quickly covered herself and scooched up to recline against the headboard next to him.

Viking tapped the screen. “Go ahead, Cole.”

“Morning, Marigold.” To his credit, he didn’t say anything about their … situation.

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