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Before I get my plea out completely, he thrusts into me until I’m completely full. My head falls back as my arms fold over my eyes, and I moan.
“That’s my girl. Let it go. Come undone for me,” he commands. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Be greedy. Be selfish.” His fingers dig into my hips as I move my hands back to my breasts.
“Not there,” he demands, and my gaze moves to meet his. He’s fallen into his dark side completely now, the lover I’ve grown to need. I tuck my chin a hint and bite my lower lip as my right hand trails down the center of my belly until I flirt with my own hair that leads between my legs.
“Go on, Baby. Please yourself,” he says.
My fingers slide lower, moving into my wet folds, my index finger circling the plump center that aches for release.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Rowan pushes in deeper, gripping my hips as he pulls me into him with every pump. My fingers slide along my wet skin as my other hand works my nipple. I fight against closing my eyes, instead rapt with the intense focus in Rowan’s eyes as he pushes into me, his gaze raking over my body. He bites his tongue as my fingers circle my wet pussy, and I begin to cry out with the hint that my orgasm is near.
Before I fall over the edge, though, Rowan pulls out of me and lets my hips fall back to the bed. Gripping his cock in one hand, he points up the bed with the other.
“My turn. Scoot back.”
I do as he commands as he kicks his pants from his legs and frees himself of his shoes. Rowan crawls up the length of my body, caging me between his arms as his dick slides along my wet, swollen skin. I nearly come just from the teasing touch before his mouth drops to mine, and he guides his cock into my pussy, tearing into me as his hips rock into mine.
Holding himself up enough to reach his hand between our bodies, he circles the aching nerves between my legs until he brings me to the very cusp. His hands shift to either side of me when the first wave rocks my core, and he holds his torsos up with his arms as he drives his cock into me until I’m overcome by the rush of convulsions suddenly taking over my body. Rowan growls as his cock releases inside of me, coating me with his warmth as he continues to grind into me until my body feels numb.
Rowan’s weight collapsed into me, and I hold him in place so he can’t roll to my side and leave me ungrounded. I need him to keep me here, to anchor me to earth, just for the night. His skin on mine, his pulse counting the minutes so mine can follow. His breath guiding mine. I need to stay here, just like this, for as long as I can. Because when the weight of him leaves, the weight of everything else is bound to move in. And I’m not ready.
Chapter 25
I’m beginningto wonder if Saylor and I are the only people left on earth. It’s been too quiet for hours now. She fell asleep with her body tucked into mine, and I don’t want to wake her by moving. The faint smile on her lips makes it seem as if she’s having happy dreams.
My phone has buzzed in the pocket of my jeans several times at this point, though. Either someone close to me has died or our garage has caught on fire. Whatever the impending bad news is, it can’t be my fault. I’ve been here, practicing my speech and sorting through the best way to tell Saylor I love her too. I’ve never said those words, not to a woman, and not like this.
I manage to slip my arm from under her head and pillow, and it takes me a few seconds to wiggle the feeling back into my fingers before sneaking out of bed and snagging my phone from the floor. The notification preview reads Parole Update, so I step into my boxers, then make my way out of Saylor’s room and halfway down the stairs so I can call Mike-Steve and see what’s so important that it requires multiple calls in the middle of the night.
I press his number as I sit on the steps, looking over my shoulder while covering my mouth to keep my voice low.
“Rowan, where are you?” Mike-Steve’s voice is loud, and my instinct is to cover my phone and shush him.
“I’m not at home,” I whisper, abandoning the steps and heading into the den so I can close the glass doors.
“I don’t need the details on all that. But I need you to get to your dad’s office, or his home, wherever he is, and fast.”
My heart begins to hammer in my chest; my eyes fixed on the dark living room on the other side of this glass door I keep fogging with my breath. I guess I knew there was a certain urgency to get evidence on my father’s securities fraud for the district attorney’s office. I just didn’t anticipate I’d be deployed in the middle of the night like I’m Tom Cruise in some spy movie. Especially while the woman I’ve fallen for is asleep a few dozen feet away, oblivious to my final massive secret—the only one I simply couldn’t tell.
“Okay, he won’t be in the office now. He’ll be at home, but I’ll get over there. Do I need to wear the wire? What’s the play? I feel a little bit like I’m flying blind.” I begin to pace around the tufted rug that cushions my steps along the hardwood floors, and my hand grips my hair as a physical ease to my stress. None of it is working, though.
“Yes, you’ll need to wear the wire. And the key is to get your dad to say something about the news release going out about AirTek’s latest AI breakthrough about to blow the company’s stock up.”
I shake my head, my mind not alert enough at this hour to lock in on every word he’s saying. I scan the wooden desk near the window for any paper and pen and find a golden one perched in a crystal stand with Saylor’s mom’s name engraved on it. It was probably some dumb reward my father gave her for serving him so well, andservicinghim. Such an asshole.
I pull the pen out and slide open the top drawer in search of a notepad. Instead, though, I find what looks like a press release from AirTek about AI.
“Did you get that, Rowan? They’re putting that news out today. We have a solid source at AirTek, and that tech isn’t ready yet. Not even close. So if that news gets out and the stock goes up . . .”
“Yeah, I got it. I’ll get to my dad’s. I’ll get what you need.” My chest is burning as my eyes scan the very news release he’s talking about. I’m not sure what to think, but I know what I’d like to. I think my father is removing himself from his crimes, the same way he did with our mom. Just as he plans to use Caleb and me.
“Great. I’ll monitor when you get there. This could be over fast, Rowan. If you can get him to talk, keep him talking. The more we get on record, the stronger the case.”
His ability to remove emotion from the facts is impressive. I suppose mine is too. This is my dad we’re talking about. Yet, I’m about to wrap him up in a bow and hand him over to the feds. And the only tinge of guilt I have is the fact that somehow Saylor’s mom might be involved.
“Okay,” I mutter, and Mike-Steve ends our call.
I’m frozen in the leather office chair, my feet flat on the floor as I sit on the very edge of the seat and flatten the paper I found in Allison’s desk. I didn’t hear her come in last night, and I haven’t slept at all. I would have noticed, which means separate from how this press release got here, it’s been here for longer than a day.
