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I lowered myself further, flattening my breasts to Diablo’s chest.

“Don’t say anything, remember?” I whispered.

He nodded, anchoring an arm around my back in a wordless message, I’ve got you. I tucked my face into his shoulder, tonguing at his earlobe and scraping my teeth against his neck.

In the small, cramped space of Diablo’s bedroom, without our kuts, wearing nothing but our bare skin, we were no longer Prospect and Vice President. Every move, every thrust, every grasping touch and fumbling kiss had us spiraling higher and higher into a blissful oblivion, heedless of the world outside that seemed so far away.

All we knew was the pleasure of each other, orgasms rising hot and fast. Diablo held me so crushingly tight that it seemed as if he was trying to meld our bodies into one, imprinting my curves against him like a tattoo.

“Yes,” I rasped against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Then my back arched, mindlessly grinding down on him as I came. Diablo pressed his forehead to my chest, his mouth open against my skin. He grabbed my hips, grunting as he held me in place and buried his cock deep.

Fighting to catch our breath, I looked down and met Diablo’s gaze.

Three little words sat on the tip of my tongue, tiny and crystal clear like diamonds.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

I was falling in love with Diablo.

Chapter Nine

Diablo

I was in over my head with this woman. Just when I thought I could pick up and leave with no strings attached, Stevie had to show that pretty face of hers…

And now we were here, legs tangled together, her naked skin against mine with only the thin sheets wrapped around us. She rested her cheek on my shoulder as she idly wandered her fingers over the tattoo running down my forearm and over my knuckles.

A lump of guilt sat heavy in my stomach.

Sleeping together didn’t change anything. It couldn’t. With LeBlanc breathing down my neck, I was walking a thin line. One wrong move and he would incriminate me. Anyone I was associated with would either be used as leverage, or find themselves behind bars alongside me.

I stared up at the camper ceiling, wishing I could find the answer to my problems written there. Turning my head, my lips brushed Stevie’s temple in a faint, butterfly kiss. I closed my eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin and hair.

Why did Stevie have to keep coming back? Why did she insist on stubbornly inserting herself into my life and reminding me just how weak I was when it came to her? I had no self-control as long as she was in the room. Couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t resist her.

And Stevie knew it. She knew exactly what kind of power she had over me.

With a languid stretch, Stevie sat up, perching on the edge of my bed and showing no inclination to cover herself. Not that she had any reason to. I certainly didn’t mind. My gaze fell on her dark hair, spilling down her bare back, and my fingers itched to reach out and touch her all over again.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “I’d invite you to join, but I doubt there’s enough space for two.”

“Definitely not,” I replied, tucking a hand behind my head. “I’ll admire the view from here though.”

Stevie huffed a laugh and grabbed a pillow, swatting me with it. I pushed it aside just in time to watch her cross the room—hips and ass and legs, and dear God, I never got tired of looking at her. It didn’t seem to matter whether she was coming or going. She took my breath away from any angle.

Barely five seconds after Stevie had disappeared into the shower, my phone rang. I heard it muffled somewhere in my room. Grumbling, I sat up, extricated myself from the sheets, and started searching for my phone. When I found it in my jeans, my heart dropped at the name on the screen.

LeBlanc.

“What do you want?” I answered, keeping my voice low so Stevie didn’t overhear me.

“Good afternoon, my friend,” LeBlanc replied brightly.

I gritted my teeth and glanced at the bathroom door. With LeBlanc’s voice in my ear like a devil whispering on my shoulder, it felt wrong having Stevie in my camper. She was too close. I didn’t want her caught up in the bullshit I got myself into.

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