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“Oh my?—”

I hear her hand slap the ceiling. She reaches for the grab handle.

“Mmhmm. Don’t stop.”

“I thought you didn’t want us using this,” Gabe teases. His voice is deeper than normal and full of mischief. God, he makes me sweat with his antics. Such a troublemaker.

“Gabe—” Her breath catches.

The light turns green, and I hit the gas, hard.

She whimpers. Kingston unclips his seatbelt and slides across the leather to her, wrapping her in his arms.

I can’t quite make out what he says to her, but I can guess.

The traffic thickens as we get closer to our apartment. My muscles tighten with every passing block. This is the wildest kind of torture, having to be alert and watch my back, keep my precious cargo safe while at the same time wanting to curl up around said precious cargo.

I don’t know if Gabe does something with the vibe or if Kingston decides to help out, but Katherine cries out. A long, throaty sound that spikes my need and makes my cock weep.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re stunning when you come.”

She gives a lusty moan, leaning into the circle of Kingston’s arms, eyes closed with bliss.

Several minutes of silence tick by. I keep glancing back, checking on her.

“Show me,” she whispers.

We hit another red light, and I glance around for anything out of the ordinary. Only then do I return my attention to Katherine. Her face is turned toward King, ducked as she looks at the pictures. She twists her lips and hands the phone back to him, resigned.

Fucking vultures.

We’re two blocks away when she straightens, spine tall, and looks out the window. And just like that, the Ice Queen is back. I don’t know how she does it, but it’s clear that she’s teeming with emotion even as she reassembles the cool armor she’s developed to keep herself safe.

I swear I see the shimmer of tears in her eyes as we pass beneath a streetlight.

The guys have fallen silent, everyone turning to their own thoughts. I fucking hate this. She didn’t sign up for it.

“I think we should stay away from each other,” she says, her words tumbling through the cab like a wrecking ball. “It’s the only solution I can think of because they’re not going to stop.”

She sounds one breath away from panic. Her pretty eyes plead with me in the rearview mirror. I know she wants me to agree with her, to take the easy way out and smooth all this over like it never happened.

“Wildfire, no.”

“We’re like a freak show, King. Look at the billionaires,” she says, her voice high and sing-songy.

The silence grows tense.

I swerve into the parking deck, jamming my finger repeatedly against the button to lift the gate. Roman’s SUV stops at the street level, and I breathe a sigh of relief knowing he’ll handle whatever goes on out there.

But in here. . . it feels like my world as I know it is ending.

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ALEX/KATHERINE

ALEX

Alex

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