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As she pants, Jo twists and tries to look between us. “You two can do this to me again, when it’s all three of you here to break me.”

I grit my teeth, and Sterling’s jaw tenses. She’s taking us out of the moment. “Jo-”

She digs her nails into my neck, glancing towards Sterling before holding my gaze. “Promise me, you’ll do everything you can to save what’s left of us.”

Meeting Sterling’s gaze, I debate what the hell she wants me to do. She’s using our vulnerable moment to manipulate me into agreeing, and dammit, she has to know that I already planned to try and change his fate. Licking my lips, I pick up speed and watch her bite her lip in return. If I’m not going to last long I’ll take them both over the edge with me. “Do we hate him right now?”

“No.” She fidgets, twists, and then arches again when I feel Sterling moving faster too. It’s just a fantasy we’re talking about, one I’m not sure can ever come true, but I can’t stop pushing her to continue.

“Do we hate him for sacrificing himself?" I ask, giving her deep strokes that have her shaking. Sterling’s caught onto my rhythm, and each time I draw back he’s bottoming out in her, ensuring she’s always stuffed full of us.

“No,” she says tearfully, biting her lip.

“Then help me figure out how to stop him from damning himself,” Sterling growls, his hands digging into Jo’s hips over mine. I’m surprised, because I didn’t expect him to join in on this conversation. “Or this is all we can ever be.”

Jo’s pussy clamps around me again, and I slam into her with a roar. Sterling follows right after me, both of us stilling inside her as she slumps against me.

As we each come down from the high, I meet Sterling’s gaze again. He’s contemplative now, moving his hands from over mine to slide up Jo’s sides, and after a moment he eases out of her. She whimpers as he slides free, and I cradle her in my arms before turning, shifting and setting her down on the chair opposite the couch. My cock has softened by the time shereleases me, and she gives me a dazed, pleased look as she peers between us.

I don’t know what I just got us into, but one thing is clear; this is bliss, but we could find our version of heaven if we have all four of us.

Chapter 5

Guilt claws at my chest as I emerge from the bathroom. Jo and Vinny both washed off in their en suite bathroom, and I didn’t want to invade that private moment with them. There are times I feel drawn into their web, like they will never let go again, and others where it feels like I’m still standing in the background.

Get over it. This can’t happen.

I’m sitting in the kitchen when they come downstairs, shooting off messages to my team members. Coming here is supposed to ease the ache in my chest, not carve it open again. I needed to see something besides the skeleton, the ID cards, and everything else in that damn house that Porscha took over. If she’s responsible for their death there’s two more lives that Porscha destroyed.

Jensen… I think he knows there’s something going on. I made up an excuse to come here instead of heading back to the house, but every time I think of my team I feel like a traitor. I’m sleeping with people involved in the case, and worse yet, I slept with the suspect. There’s no changing what’s happened.

I’ve never kept secrets like this from my team before. They are more than just colleagues; they’ve become my family.And I’ve never had such intimate secrets to keep to myself before.

“I’m guessing you didn’t just drop by for sex,” Jo says, stepping into the kitchen first. I glance behind her, expecting Vinny to be walking in her shadow, but he isn’t there. She doesn’t follow my gaze but lifts her chin, clearing her throat so I focus on her again. “He’s on a call.”

I adjust my position on the chair. This is a unique opportunity to speak with Jo alone. Not in an interrogation room as an FBI agent, but as myself. “How are you feeling?”

She smiles, making the dimple piercings stick out as she sits across from me. “Don’t fret, Vinny always takes care of me afterwards when I start coming down. Aftercare. It’s a skill you should learn.”

“I know what aftercare is,” I huff, but I can feel the faint burn in my cheeks. “But the dominant partner usually leads that. That’s Vinny. He took you upstairs and it didn’t feel like my place to follow.”

Jo tilts her head, her long hair tumbling down one shoulder. “What is your place then?”

I shrug. It’s not something I know how to answer. Skirting my gaze away from hers, I clear my throat, mirroring what she just did. “I came by because I have news.”

“About Alastair?” she breathes.

The hope in her voice is painful, and I glance back at her again. “About your mother.”

She winces. “Did she finally fess up?”

“No,” I say slowly, “Alastair did though. He gave us details about the place he was kept and described certain things about the building. We located it.”

Jo shifts around, tucking her knees beneath her to fold her elbows on top of them. “And?”

I hesitate, walking a thin line with her. We could sit here and bask in the post orgasm haze, and the three of us could ignore all the problems just beyond the front door. But that isn’t real, and the longer Jo stares at me the worse I feel.

I shift in my chair. “Did your mother even mention the names James or Diana Nunes?”

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