Page 127 of Say My Name

Like I said, not the time or place to tell her how I’m falling madly in love with her.

“You feel so good,” she whispers.

This woman has no idea. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when you’re around me, all I can think about is you.”

“I feel the same way.”

“And I can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your pussy.” I squeeze her ass with one hand and she moans. “You need to keep quiet, baby.”

She braces a hand on the counter as I slam into her.

“God, I love how good you feel.” I could get lost in this moment. I could die here, a happy man.

With all the craziness my life has become, Chloe is the one constant.

The one thing I know is heading in the right direction. Does she feel the same way?

I stare into her eyes, looking for my answer. She holds my gaze, her feelings shimmering in their depths.

I know this isn’t one-sided. It can’t be.

I want this woman by my side forever. Right now, I can’t tell her, but I can show her.

“Feel how much you mean to me,” I tell her as I push deeper inside her slick heat, wanting her to know exactly how I feel.

With everything going on, I know starting a new relationship isn’t ideal, but you don’t get to pick when you fall.

And I’ve fallen head over heels for this woman.

I need to make sure she knows that when she’s my woman, she’ll want for nothing in the world.

“Don’t stop,” she whines against my lips. Her orgasm is fierce and her inner walls milk my cock.

“So good,” I whisper as I finish right after her.

It’s been a few days since brunch, and I still need to figure out who’s running the prostitution ring out of my club. The worst part? I wish I could talk to Chloe about it.

I know I mentioned the ring to her, but I don’t want to involve her in my private investigation. I know she worries about me, but it’s more than that.

I worry for her.

And I don’t want her getting hurt because of me.

My phone rings, and when I pull it out of my pocket, I see it’s Roman. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

“Come to the hospital. It’s your sister.”

I’m up and racing out the door. “What happened?”

“There was a bombing at her office building. I couldn’t get in there quick enough,” Roman says in a rush. “It’s a mess. Get here quick.”

“On my way.” I hop in my Bugatti and fly down the road. When I arrive at the hospital, I rush through the sliding glass doors and find Ledger and Roman pacing in front of the nurse’s station.

“Where is she?” I ask.

“She’s ok. They’re getting her admitted and taking her from the emergency room to her own room.”

“Where?”

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