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This special, exhilarating moment.

Two people who shouldn’t be together linked for eternity.

The moment he was fully seated, he pressed his hands against the wall on either side of me as he’d done before, taking deep breaths as he fucked me in the ass.

The moment was perhaps our most sensual yet, the slow and easy movement allowing me to become accustomed to his huge size. Not that I would have complained. I felt exalted, cared for.

And protected.

Maybe that would seem strange to some, but he’d always managed to make me feel safe.

Even in the darkest moments.

We were both hot and sweaty, beads of perspiration mixing with the heated water and I couldn’t help but wonder when the water heater would run out. A smile crossing my face, I fell into the rhythm, arching my back and squeezing my muscles. His groan increased the size of my smile.

His body tensed and I refused to give up the moment of control. I knew the second he was ready to release, the deep growl coming from deep within him. The world around us had ceased to exist and as he erupted deep inside of me, a strange sense of wonderful was shattered by an intense foreboding feeling.

The danger was far from being over.

It was just beginning.

Just as a moment of heartache settled in, I was jerked from the moment of despair.

By a blast of cold water.

My shriek was loud. His laugh was boisterous.

“I’ll get you for this!” I snapped, using my deepest voice.

“You needed cooling off, my delicious treat, and I can’t wait to see you try.”

CHAPTER 32

Kruz

“Is all this goddamn formality necessary?” I snarled and jerked at the bowtie. Why the fuck was I standing in a freaking tuxedo in the middle of the afternoon? Penguin attire was usually saved for galas, something else I couldn’t stand. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the face staring back at me. “I look ridiculous.”

Jago gave me a look while Navarro continued pouring drinks. “Hey, Nav. You notice our boy’s losing his shit?”

I threw a look Navarro’s way, warning him to keep his damn mouth shut with the venom I felt in my eyes.

In the week since the massacre, the city had been abuzz with news about the incidents.

Although I doubted many people had shed a tear for anyone who’d died. The bastards had terrorized people within the city, selling drugs to minors, something we abhorred and refused to allow.

The police had also looked the other way, although the chief of police had called Jago, thanking him for helping the force do their jobs. It was laughable, but the way of corruption and greed.

While the word on the street was that we’d eliminated the core of the Alcarez Cartel, there were already rumblings of retaliation. But there’d been no overt threats from Fassi. However, word of our presence on the New York Stock Exchange had likely already been provided to the son of a bitch.

Jago had called in a few favors, ensuring we were now a voting member of the Diamond Dealers Club. The board had approved our membership just a day before. Not without some difficulties, but nothing that money and blackmail hadn’t been able to cure.

Plus, we’d used Christine’s fake last name with a boost to her credentials to help in the process. Considered an expert in her field based on her new resume, her expertise would provide curiosity since few women were tops in the field.

All the players would be present. Skyler Worthington was with his partner, her father. There were also representatives from several countries. Along with the president’s meeting, a trade show was being hosted, a lure for all the most well-respected jewelers, importers, and exporters. The amount of money exchanging hands would be phenomenal.

A true launch to our fledging business.

Along with removing some venomous snakes from the playing field.

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