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I can’t hold back my smile at how well he seems to know me. I was absolutely overthinking the entire situation. I can make life-and-death decisions in a split second, but walking across the room naked has me twisted up. It’s irrational. Besides, he’s seen and touched every inch of me. There’s literally no reason to be second-guessing something this simple other than I’m out of my comfort zone.

I square my shoulders and strut into the bathroom like I have all the confidence in the world. Christos opens his arms to me, smiling. I walk straight into his strong arms and hug him close. My nipples are extra sensitive and pebble at the rasp of his chest hair against them. My pussy clenches with arousal. After a couple orgasms, I’m already addicted.

He kisses me sweet and slow, making my heart ache at the unfamiliar emotions he’s evoking inside me. It’s equal parts terrifying and elating. It feels like that adrenaline rush before I head into a dangerous situation.

“In you go, love,” he says, helping me into the tub.

Having someone help with something I don’t need help with is a novelty. I should feel offended. Instead, I eat up his attention like it’s a big slice of strawberry cake—utterly delicious andaddictive. I decide that letting him dote on me is my new favorite thing, right behind orgasms and cuddles.

Who knew I would become so soft for a man?

I sink into the hot water, moaning at how good it feels. Christos nudges me forward, then sits behind me. I lean against his chest, relaxing in his arms.

“I like this,” I murmur.

He lets out a low sound, almost a growl, and kisses my shoulder. “Me too, little wolf.”

“I like that too…”

“What?”

“Being your little wolf,” I admit. “I’ve never had a nickname before… Only Eris and Ghost and those don’t count since she feels like a whole other person.”

“You’ll always be my fierce little wolf no matter who you are in the moment. Whether you’re Grace or Eris, that will never change,” he says adamantly.

I smile at the fierceness in his tone. I love that he sees more than just the assassin. More than just the eccentric owner of Shield Security. I know Harper sees me as more, but she doesn’t know about my job as an assassin. To her, I’m an average person. Christos sees all of me, and that means everything to me.

“I’m so glad I decided to keep you.”

He laughs, then nips my neck. “I’m yours, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

I nearly melt into the bathwater when he starts washing my body. His hands are slightly calloused and feel so sensual as he cleans me. I whimper when his fingertips tease along my sore pussy. He lightly circles my clit making me moan. I arch into his touch when he cups one of my breasts and gives my nipple a light pinch.

It doesn’t take long before I can feel my insides tighten with my impending orgasm. I squeeze my thighs together, trappinghis hand in case he gets the crazy idea to stop. He nips my neck, then licks away the sting. That’s all it takes to send me into the stratosphere again. My breath seizes in my chest, and my body shakes as wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure flows through me. He doesn’t stop those deliciously torturous circles until I push his hand away from my sensitive clit.

I collapse against him, completely sated. My legs are jelly, and my brain is floating on a cloud of bliss. He helps me from the tub and wraps me in a fluffy towel. Once we’re both dry, he carries me to the bed. My last cognizant thought is of how quickly he’s claimed my heart and that I’m here for it if I can feel like this forever.

ten

CHRISTOS

It's beenthree weeks since Tomas dropped me on Grace's doorstep. Three of the best weeks of my life. Besides disappearing from bed after our shared bath that first day, she hasn't left the apartment. Even then, she was back in less than fifteen minutes with an elevator full of bags and boxes of things she'd ordered for me.

I've enjoyed every minute of our time together, but living in this bubble couldn't last forever. After a week, Grace added me to the security system, giving me freedom even though she claims she's keeping me forever. It's the only quasi-fight we've had because the last thing I want is freedom from her. I haven't left the apartment or even hinted at wanting to. I want her to realize that I'm hers, and she's mine. She can tell me I can go a million times, and I'll refuse a million and one times.

Tomorrow, our bubble is being popped.

The Syndicate contacted Eris about a problem that needs handling. She's been walking around the apartment mumbling to either herself or Potato—it's hard to tell which—for hours. When I asked her what was wrong, she waved me off and said she needed to work, then disappeared into her office for a while.I've done my best to give her space, but I'm nearing the end of my rope.

Still mumbling, she heads to the front door.

"Where are you going, little wolf?"

She jumps as if she forgot that I'm here. I frown because it's not like her to be jumpy and unaware of her surroundings. Yes, she's relaxed around the apartment, but even so, I can't sneak up on her. She's trained to always be alert. It's second nature for her at this point.

"Downstairs," she says absently.

I follow her to the elevator. She doesn't protest, but I can see her jaw tick in agitation. She doesn't like me leaving the apartment. I've come downstairs with her several times to the gym, and every time, she tenses as if she's waiting for me to run. My poor little wolf… so afraid of being abandoned.

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