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“Wendel,” says the other.

My eyes widen and I have to roll my lips together to keep the laughter in. These massive, burly men with multiple weapons strapped to their bodies beneath their black jackets have completely normal names. Somehow, amidst all the chaos,thisis what surprises me.

I expectedBrutusorHammeror…Thoror something.

I share a look with first Bronte, then Travis, who shakes his head, amusement dancing in his eyes and that delicious smirk pulling at his lips as if he can read my mind.

Sometimes, I think maybe he can.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Travis

I expected her to come at me as soon as Wendel gave us the all-clear to enter her apartment, but when Paige lunges for me, the reality is far better than the image I pictured.

She’s climbing me before I’ve even had a chance to lock the door, and that heat in her eyes isn’t anger, though I know that’s still in there, simmering below all this desperate need.

I’m sure she’s going to let me have it as soon as she gets whateverthisis out of her system.

I struggle to hold her with one arm and lock the door with the other, then I have both arms wrapped around her body and I lean back against the door as Paige’s lips crash against mine. The first demanding sweep of her tongue pulls a moan from deep in my chest and she responds by rocking her hips against me.

I had no ideathiswas what was on her mind in that awkward as hell,silentcar ride.

Once we sent Bronte off with her own bodyguard, we were ushered into the back of the Reed Enterprises limousine, then one of the men assigned to Paige climbed in front with our driver and the other settled into the back with us, taking up the whole backseat and staring straight ahead for the entire ride.

None of us said a word for the entirety of the drive to Paige’s house, but I could feel all her unsaid opinions coursing through her veins. Her disdain for the situation, for the way Cabot and I took the reins, was obvious in the set of her shoulders, the way she huffed softly every so often.

I knew I was going to get an earful the second we were alone together—

I wasn’t expecting the mouthful.

“Travis,” she groans against my lips, “I need you.”

My eyebrows fly up my forehead and I pull back to look at her. “What?”

Her nostrils flare as her eyes flick back and forth between mine.

“You’re not mad at me?” Ireallythought she would be mad at me. I basically inserted myself into her life. If she thought I wasn’t going away before, moving in with her kind sealed the deal. She has to be mad, or, at the very least, annoyed as hell.

“Oh, I’m mad, Travis.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine again, and I’m lost for a moment in the demanding thrust of her tongue, the way she commands the kiss, controlling each stroke of my tongue with hers. Shetakesthis kiss and I give it willingly.

After a moment, she pulls back again. “I hate controlling men.”

My lips twitch, but I keep the smile under control as I nod. “I know.”

“I detest being coddled.”

“I would never coddle you.”

She huffs. “I’m independent and strong.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Her chest heaves on her heavy breathing, but then she leans in, slowly, so slowly she holds my gaze what feels like ages, and then she runs her tongue along the seam of my lips and a shudder lightning bolts down my spine. She kisses my jaw, rocking her hips and teasing my cock until it’s a hard, painful rod, pressing against my jeans. When she reaches my earlobe, she sucks it into her mouth, drags her teeth against it, and I growl, gripping her hips tightly and jerking my hips against her.

“Make me pliable,” she whispers, and holy fuck, those are the hottest three words I’ve ever heard.

I reach up and cup her chin, pulling her head back to look into her eyes, then I glance around the living room. It’s my first time here and I have no idea where the bedroom is, but there’s a couch just a few feet away, so I move toward that quickly, nearly tripping over a small end table in my haste and knocking us to the ground.

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