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As the aftershocks fade, I look down at her, flushed and desperate, and know exactly what I want to do next. “Your turn on top,” I tell her, and roll her over despite her protests, despite her squeaks, until she’s mounted on me like I was on her just seconds ago. “Come on. Show me what you got. Fuck yourself on me.”

“I can’t.”

“Oh yes, you can. And you’re going to make me come again while you do it.”

Her face is red, and she’s breathing hard, but she can’t help herself, and she’s already humping at me, her clit sliding over mine. I reach up and pinch her nipples, making her yelp.

“Faster,” I order her.

“Please,” she says. “Please, please, please.”

I’m not sure if she’s asking permission to come or wants me to push her further, but she’s already getting me there, my clit sparking and throbbing, almost protesting as her slick heat rubs me over and over and over. I feel her tense, quivering, and I know she’s about to lose control.

“Come for me,” I tell her, and she’s there, we’re both there, her orgasm much longer and harder and sweeter than mine, and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction that goes well beyond my own physical pleasure.

It takes us a few minutes to recover, but when I do, I grab her and pull her mouth to mine, devouring her once more, kissing her with everything I have left?—

But the moment is shattered by a sharp beep from the monitor set into the wall near the door. My head snaps toward the sound, and I’m tensing like a coiled spring at once, even though I should be completely wrecked after all that fucking.

But just like that, I’m back in bodyguard mode. Because that beep is the security system. I roll away from Brie and start pulling my clothes on before I even get to the monitor.

“What is it?” Brie asks. She’s also up and pulling on clothes, her face—so soft and open moments ago—now hard and worried again.

My fingers fly, bringing up the external camera feed. “A car just pulled up outside.”

“Who?”

I watch as a blonde and a brunette emerge from the car. “Lyssa and Scarlett,” I tell Brie. “The Syndicate. And they’re armed.”

I watch in horror as the security feed shows the two women giving a casual wave up at the camera. And then they split up, each moving to a different side of the house.

“We need to move,” I tell Brie. “Now.”

CHAPTER 29

Nik

I rushBrie with me through the house to the guest room where Holden is sleeping, and give him the fright of his life in shaking him awake.

“They’re here,” I say grimly. “The Syndicate,” I add, as it occurs to me that there’s more than one organization with a target on Brie’s back right now.

“What do we do?” Holden whimpers, pulling on his shoes.

This is what I was born for, what I’ve trained my whole life to do. Protect. Defend. Survive.

“You and Brie will go to the safe room in the security office. No, don’t argue with me,” I sigh, as Brie starts to do just that. “You’re just going to let me do my damn job, Brie. The oneyoupicked me for. Understand?”

“You better not get hurt,” she tells me, her voice wavering.

I scoff. “Not a chance.” I grab them each by a hand and drag them to the office, hustling them into the safe room hidden behind the wall panel. “Stay here,no matterwhat,” I orderthem, meeting Brie’s worried gaze. “And call Juno Bianchi. See if you can get her to talk some sense into the Syndicate. Do whatever you can to call them off.”

I don’t want to kill them, but I will if I have to. If it means keeping Brie safe.

Brie is already pulling out her phone, but reaches out to grab my arm as I turn to leave. Her fingers are warm against my skin, a contrast to the cold metal of my gun, already in my hand. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

I nod, allowing myself one moment of weakness. I lean in, kissing her forehead. “I’ll come back to you,” I promise. “Always.”

With a final nod at them both, I step back so that Brie can seal the door. The heavy thunk of the locks engaging sounds too loud in the quiet house.

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