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Chuckling, I pulled out of him. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

“It’s probably nothing.”

“No, tell me.” He straightened.

“I’m looking at your board. Do you notice the key people involved in the scheme?”

“What do you mean?”

“They had a prison warden, a doctor, a broker, and a lawyer.”

“So…”

“They’re covering their bases, infiltrating the different institutions. Do you know which we haven’t pinned to the board?”

“The police force,” Ben whispered. “You think someone from the force is helping them?”

“You don’t agree?”

“No, it makes perfect sense. It would explain why they’re always one step ahead of us. Gunner, you’re a genius. I can’t believe I never thought of that before.”

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Set a trap of course. We have to find the mole.”

“Good. Just be careful. Did you ever hear back from Alan?”

“He left a brief message that he was having trouble tracing the transactions.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, but this might work too. If there’s a cop involved, I’m sure I can find out who.”

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BEN

My son walked in on me fucking Ben. I want to wring his damn neck. Maybe I should come clean that I used to fuck Grimm, so he can leave the president of the Grimm Reapers alone.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm rays across the kitchen floor. Gunner stood by the counter, his muscular arms bunching while he was busy making coffee. My coffee. I sighed. Was it too much to hope for this every morning?

One day at a time.

Gunner turned around and smirked. His eyes roamed over my police uniform, then settled back on my face, his gaze heavy with desire as if we hadn’t worn ourselves out last night.

“You look so hot in that uniform,” he murmured. “All I can think of is stripping you out of it.”

From the way he was eye fucking me, he meant every word. I couldn’t remember a time when a man had looked at me openly like this and immediately made me feel wanted.

“Thanks.” I walked up to him, any lingering shame of sleeping with an outlaw biker gone. I pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss, then took the cup of coffee he extended toward me. “I’ll take this and the compliment but will have to pass on the stripping until later.”

I sipped the coffee, savoring the bold vanilla flavor. Gunner leaned in close, the heat of his body warming mine as he sniffed my neck. I laughed. “Weirdo. What are you doing?”

“You always smell so good. What would happen if I bite?”

“Don’t.”

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