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Her body responded instantly, tightening around me as she shattered. The sight of her coming undone beneath me was my undoing. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let go, pleasure crashing over me in overwhelming waves. I collapsed against her, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, hearts racing in tandem. My cock, still within her warm pussy, pulsated.

For several minutes, we lay entangled, catching our breath. I rolled on my side, pulling her against me. She nestled her head into the crook of my neck, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest.

“That was...” she trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Worth the wait,” I finished for her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She hummed in agreement, her body warm and pliant against mine. It must have stopped raining because there was moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver shadows across her skin. And I found I couldn’t stop touching her.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, tilting her face up to mine.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, studying her features in the dim light. “That I’ve wanted this—wanted you— since Wren and Declan’s wedding, and I’m afraid I might wake up and find this was all a dream.”

“Not a dream,” I assured her, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Though I understand the feeling.”

Her fingertips traced my jawline, eyes searching mine. “Where do we go from here?”

It was the question hanging between us, the one I’d been too afraid to voice. In the afterglow, reality was beginning to seep back in.

She couldn’t be trusted.

Chapter 22

Mia

Morning arrived all too quickly, bright sunlight piercing through the flimsy curtains. I was already up, dressed in Connor’s clothes, and my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was on his phone, speaking in hushed, urgent tones.

“—need to know if he’s under surveillance,” I was saying. “Yes, I understand the risk. But this is our only shot.”

Connor stirred, instantly alert. “Who are you talking to?” he asked.

I turned to him. “An old friend. Someone I trust. Someone who might be able to help us.”

“You should have woken me,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“You needed the rest,” I replied simply, then refocused on my call. “We’ll be there by nightfall. Have everything ready.” I hung up and handed the phone back to him.

“Care to fill me in?” he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“I have a contact in the agency—someone who’s been wanting out for years. She’s going to help us get to Matheson.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just like that? She’s willing to betray her boss, risk her life, all because you asked nicely?”

I allowed myself a humorless smile. “Not exactly. She’s been gathering evidence of Matheson’s unauthorized operations for years—hits that weren’t sanctioned by the oversight committee, black funds, personal vendettas. She needs a way out, and we need a way in. Mutual benefit.”

He considered this as he stood and stretched. “And you trust her?”

“As much as I trust anyone from my old life,” I admitted. “Which isn’t completely, but enough for this.”

“Alright,” he said, reaching for his jeans. “What’s the plan?”

“We meet her in Toronto at noon. She’ll provide us with Matheson’s schedule, security protocols, and access codes. After that...” I trailed off.

“After that?” he prompted.

“After that, I go in alone.”

He froze, one leg in his jeans. “Like hell you do.”

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