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“I am not!” Kane roars with whatever is inside of him boiling over. “She is going to be the death of you! The death of us, Liam! I’m not going to let you do this!”

“You don’t have a fucking choice! It’s my life!” I shout back, sick of his childish behavior.

Kane takes a charging step forward as a vein pops on his temple, the desk still acting like a wall between us; otherwise, he’d probably go for my throat two minutes ago. “You mark my words, Liam.” His finger points my way. “She’s going to hurt you! And I’m going to kill her for it, right after I save you from that two-faced bitch! You’re gonna regret not listening to me!” He spins on his heel, slapping his glass from the armrest of his chair as he stomps out.

The glass shatters to the floor, and I wait for him to slam the door behind him before I lower myself back into my chair. My face buries in my hands, the fatigue hitting every nerve in my neck.

I sigh, then bring my chin up to Jeremy.

“I want more than just this, Jeremy,” I confess.

“I know,” he replies with a soft look. “But Cristina Reyes is not the answer.”

16

IMOGEN

PRESENT DAY

Isettleintheheat that’s surrounding my body, my eyes still closed as I sink deeper into the sheets. A strong arm is holding my back close to his chest, his mouth still pushing lazy kisses to my neck while I stroke the bristling hairs on his arm with my thumb.

“That was fun.”

“Fucking you against the door?” The mouth on this man. It’s vulgar and fucking sexy the way he never shies from telling me all the dirty things he wants to do to me or the ones he has already done. And I’m pretty certain he has a very big list of things he still wants to do to me.

“No, you dirty fuck.” I slap his arm with a chuckle, causing him to tuck my ass closer against his groin. His shaft rests between my cheeks, the heat of the lid burning me in a way that’ll probably get me horny again within the next five minutes. The man has ruined me to the core. “I meant tag-teaming her.”

“Oh, you mean, ganging up on her?” I feel Liam’s tongue swipe over my collarbone, and I moan.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t remember any of that.” He keeps distracting me with his lips, dropping to the most sensitive places all over my skin. Pushing every button to fire up the muscles in my abdomen. “I just remember my girl showing she’s not to be messed with. It was sexy as hell.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I contemplated ignoring your lack of motivation to become an exhibitionist and just fucking you against the railing. Which, by the way, I still want to do,ifyou’re game.”

The thought makes my thighs clench, an image of my arms hanging over the railing and my nose up to the sun while he pumps inside of me now completely turning me on like he didn’t just fuck me into oblivion ten minutes ago.

“No,” I scold, but it’s too late.

“Nice try. I can see the excitement in your eyes, baby. One of these days, you’re going to concede.”

“Not gonna happen.” I press my cheek into the soft pillow to avoid his gaze while the corners of my lips lift all on their own.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen.” His hand spreads out around my stomach as he softly brushes his thumb up and down the swell of my breast, stirring my nipples alive. “Like a lot of things are going to happen.”

I hum, enjoying his touch with a lazy grin. “Like what?”

“Like you being the hottest MILF alive after you give me a bunch of babies.”

“We agreed on two!” I laugh as he continues.

“Like us getting off this boat and moving into my penthouse.”

“You know Kane is going to kill you if you call this thing a boat.”

“Kane can go fuck himself. Or Callie, whatever he prefers.” We both chuckle. “Or like the fact that you’ll be sharing the same last name as Callie one day.”

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