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“Slow.”

“What?” she snapped.

“Never thought I’d say this, mamacita, but this time’s gotta be gentle, for both our sakes.”

Anticipation darkened her irises, and she bit down on her lower lip, sending the temperature of my blood sky-fucking-high.

“Like, make love?”

I snorted dryly. “When you put it like that, it makes me sound like a fucking pussy.”

Melodic laughter caught me off-guard and burst through my heart. “Let me rephrase; like, fuck me slowly?”

My smirk pulled into a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, baby. Fuck you slowly, andthoroughly.”

Greer melted to the floor beside me and pulled me on top of her. While hunger fueled our movements, passion tempered the haste.

For the first time in all my thirty-one-year life span, I laid claim to the woman who owned me on every level by worshiping her body at an excruciating slow pace, with one thought on repeat in my head;voodoo. Fucking. Pussy.

Chapter 49

-Greer-

What we endured as individuals was incomparable, yet our experiences united us in unimaginable ways.

I didn’t blame or resent Raf for truthfully admitting that he wouldn’t have told me about his past. How does one broach a subject like that? And how does the other receive and process it out of the blue without allowing it to alter their perception of that person?

In a way, I was thankful for the media snooping; the revelation forced us to confront the most tarnished marks on our souls. The parts we would rather conceal forever.

After having his story settle, I actually admired Raf for his actions. I didn’t condone murder, but I was an advocate for self-defense.

I looked over at Raf and caught him watching me. Offering a warm smile, I shuffled closer on the couch and I took his hand in mine.

“Doing okay?”

He sighed heavily and dipped his head a little. The action made me cautious—it contrasted the confident chin lift I normally received.

“Are you, Boss Lady?”

“I am,” I replied and grinned. “Side note, you can’t call me Boss Lady anymore.”

Raf’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why not?”

“Because, Christian is now the overseer of the foundation. I stepped aside to avoid the conflict of interest. Ironic timing, really.”

The disappointment in Raf’s eyes had me confused. He angled toward me and cupped my cheek.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Greer.”

My frown deepened. “Why not?”

“I resigned this morning. Rang Colton and all.”

“But-” I cut off, knowing there wasn’t anything I could possibly say.

Raf had already emphasized how much he hated being thrust into the media’s spotlight. After every aspect of his teenage life being scrutinized—now for a second time, I couldn’t argue with his decision.

“Okay.”

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