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Gaining access, the security system accepted the code, and he adjusted the parameters to queue the run. “It’ll start shortly and should run for twenty-two minutes.”
“Twenty-twominutes?” Liam fought not to squirm when Jamison dabbed his stitches with a washcloth. “Pushing your stamina there.”
Stamina had nothing to do with it. He just needed his woman. To breathe her in. To remind himself that the world wasn’t all blood and chaos.
“I owe you.” Rowan was already halfway across the room. “And we’re just going to look at the stars.”
“Next weekend,” Liam said as Rowan passed. “I get to stargaze with my wife.”
His wife.
Jamison stilled at themy wifecomment, her eyes ticking upward to meet Liam’s gaze. “Helluva honeymoon,” she whispered.
“It’s not what I had in mind, but it’ll do for now.” Liam kissed her forehead. “And I don’t want to brag or anything, but Rowan’s going to have to give me a whole thirty minutes to get the job done this time.”
Rowan grinned as he hit the hallway. He’d give them their thirty. Hell, he’d lock down the entire property as a wedding gift so that they could have a moment of peace.
Tonight, though, that peace belonged to him and Annabeth.
Chapter 18
He found her in the kitchen.
The entire lower level stood quiet, with only the light in the media room spilling into the hall. Walking as softly as he could, Rowan found Annabeth standing with her back to him by the fridge.
Sensing his presence, she raised a half-empty bottle of wine by the neck with one hand and two red solo cups in another. “I have our drinks ready.”
Before she could turn around, he was on her. Rushing up from behind, his arms circled around her. “Mine,” he whispered, roughly palming both breasts. “All fucking mine.”
She gasped as his thumbs rolled over her nipples, a moan slipping past her lips when he bit gently at her neck. Her perfect ass rocked back against his hard-on, and he nearly lost his balance. Every part of him burned for her. The feel and taste of her again had his brain clicking off and into full static mode, knocking common sense out the door.
He thought about shoving her forward to fuck right on the countertop. It would take only a second. The pretty yellow dress she was wearing would be so easy to lift, allowing him to get them both off with a few quick pumps.
“Are the cameras doing the security thing?” she whispered.
“Not yet. We’ve got time to make it to the boat before it shuts down.” He sucked her earlobe between his teeth, breath hot against her skin. “But when it does… do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you?”
She twisted in his hold, her mouth slamming against his lips. The kiss was nothing but tongue and desperation, the two of them nearly devouring each other. Her arms wound around his neck as she sought more, completely lost to this burn of insatiable—
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
Ben’s apology had Annabeth jumping a good three feet in the air.
Not out of shame, but because Ben had scared her.
And him.
Standing there with a raging hard-on and half of Annabeth’s lip gloss painted across his face, Rowan stared at his boss, who looked just as uncomfortable over finding himself in this situation.
“Uh. Hey, Ben.”
Ben tried to smile, but it came out looking weird since the man didn’t smile much. Coupled with the fact that he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a rumpled black T-shirt, he looked even more un-Ben-like, pushing the moment to a level ten on the embarrassment scale.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I got an alert about the security system and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“Yeah,” Rowan mumbled. He would not cover his dick. He would not do it. He would maintain eye contact. “We’re good.”
Annabeth slinked in front of him as if she could hide the evidence of his arousal, and while it was a poorly executed move, he had to give his woman props for trying.
