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My eyes widened. “Youspoketo Tasha?”

“Not me. Mathias,” he says. “Are you sensing a theme here? Mathias is the mastermind behind all of this. I'm just the tech guy tapping away on the computer.”

I sink into the couch and watch as Rafe zooms around the track on the screen. It hadn't even occurred to me that I'd need to switch therapists.

And now, thanks to Mathias and Rafe, I apparently won't have to.

"How did he even know there was going to be an issue with her licensing?"

"One thing you'll learn about Mathias is that he's like the Eye of fucking Sauron, and we're just the orcs living under his rule of Mordor following his command."

"Speak for yourself, I'm a hobbit." I'd like to be an elf, but I'm nowhere near gorgeous or thin enough.

"Okay, fine. You're a hobbit, but unlike in the movie, Mathiasseesyou, and he's scary good at anticipating what people might need."

“That's comforting, especially since you're comparing him to a character villain.”

“Babe, you didn't think we were the heroes did you?”

“Don't call herbabe.” Mathias’s sharp voice rings from the doorway.

“Couldn't stay away, could you?” Rafe taunts.

“Just thought I'd give you some real competition.” Mathias sits down and tugs me closer to him, adding space between me and his brother.

“I take offense to that. I'm getting pretty good at this game.”

The two men share a look over my head, and I huff in mock annoyance. It's kind of nice being teased by them. Like I'm part of the family.

Too bad it won't last.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MATHIAS

After spending the day studying Petit Enterprises files for more damning ammunition against my father, video games with Rafe and Allie are a welcome breather, while dinner with my brothers and my girl brings a sense of peace I’ve been missing.

But the best part of my day is when I’m free to coax Allie upstairs to our bedroom.

Not just mine anymore.

Ours.

Each morning, I’ve wakened with a raging need to fuck her, and each time, I’ve settled for humping her lush ass as I finger her pussy. It’s my way of giving her time to adjust to the fact that she’s mine and I intend to fuck her ten ways to Sunday as often as I can.

Never say I’m not a gentleman.

“I don’t know how I can be so tired when I barely do anything during the day.” Allie covers a yawn. “Rather than resigning for me, you should have convinced my job to let me work remotely. Then I’d have something to fill my time.”

She’d been pissed when I told her about the email I’d sent to her former employer. Her cheeks had flushed and her mouth had formed a mutinous line, but that’s as far as she allowed her anger. Her need to avoid confrontation curtailing the emotion.

I hate that she's learned that's the best way to protect herself.

Allie shouldn’t hide her feelings from anyone, least of all me. She deserves to freely express herself without fear of rejection or judgment.

“How about I give you a legitimate reason for exhaustion?” I ask, wicked intention coating the question. Perhaps it's time to push her boundaries a little bit more.

Wariness vibrates from her position by the bedroom window as I stalk forward. Her gaze flits to the bed then back to me.

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