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“You just quadrupled my expectations of sex going forward,” I say.

His face isn’t visible, but the frown is evident in his voice. “Good thing that will only be happening with me then. I’m the only one who can outdo me.”

He disentangles our bodies, and I legitimately pout as he gets out of bed. I wasn’t joking about tossing his phone out the window – and maybe smashing it first for good measure. My glare must tell him so because he laughs.

I stretch in bed, purring like a cat and giving him a view that I hope sends him running back for more.

“You are not leaving me,” I say.

It’s a needy, vulnerable comment to make, but his eyes are full of reassurance rather than annoyance at my stage five clinger attitude.

He leans down and kisses the top of my head, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants that should be illegal with a bulge like the one he’s sporting. How is a girl expected to concentrate on life with his magic cock on the brain?

“I’ll be right back,” he promises. “I’m just going to take a quick look around and check in with the boys on the night shift.”

Wyatt doesn’t mean he wants to find out how the task force interrogation is going – though I’m sure he does. He wants to make sure that I’m safe before falling asleep beside me.

Rather than getting to enjoy cuddling with him after the best sex of my life, Matt is stealing my joy – again.

Wyatt and I have so much stacked against us – my past, his career, and my very uncertain future. Watching him walk out of the room as he prepares to make sure I can sleep without fear tonight has anxiety welling up in my gut.

I sure hope we can overcome everything and stay together.

Chapter 21

Wyatt

Afteragloriousthreedays spent mostly in bed with Rebecca, I have to go back to work. I’m being pulled in two very different directions, and both are important to me – but she will win every time.

That’s why I took off as much time as I did – she insisted I needed to recover, and having her take care of me was heaven.

But now it’s back to reality.

I’ve had regular updates from Grant, and the team is making amazing progress. All of the pieces are falling into place, and he’s sure we’re going to get the bastards. I’m both excited to jump in and help them and dreading leaving my girl.

No one has ever made me want to say, “fuck it” to my work responsibilities, and I’ve never been so conflicted. There’s just something so addicting about her that has me never wanting to leave her side.

I also don’t want her to be scared ever again, and she’ll be all alone while I’m gone.

“Are you sure that you’re going to be okay?” I ask, for the third time.

She laughs while passing me a travel coffee cup. “I’ll be fine. Matt isn’t here. If he was, he would have already made it known.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave the house. But if you need to go out, I’ll have a cruiser take you wherever you have to go.”

“I’m just going to get groceries. And then I’ll be locked back in here, a cop’s house.” She shrugs. “I don’t mind having them continue to drive by though.”

I set the coffee on the island and pull her into my arms. She’s only wearing an LAPD T-shirt that she’s swimming in. But damn, she looks good in my clothes. And all I want to do is take this girl back to bed and forget that I have a job for a while longer.

“Call me if anything comes up. If you can’t reach me directly, call 911.”

“I will. I promise.”

“I’m going to miss you,” I murmur into her neck, “and so is my cock.”

Her laughter is like a gift from heaven, and I love that she feels safe and secure in my presence. It’s me who is on edge, not wanting to let her out of my sight for a myriad of reasons.

If she asked me to stay home, I would – and she knows it. Even though she hates my job, she recognizes how important it is to me, so she’s not using the power she has over me.

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