Page 133 of Possession

I drag my thumb across her bottom lip. “Took you this morning when we woke up, followed by making you come again in the shower. If we didn’t have this meeting, I’d strip you down and do it again. I didn’t know I could want you even more now that I’ve had you, but I do.”

She doesn’t say anything, but her tongue sneaks out to swipe the pad of my thumb before pressing her lips to it.

I go on. “When we get to dinner tonight, don’t do anything different than you’ve ever done. Take my lead, and you’ll be fine.”

She wraps her hand around my wrist and pulls my hand away. “How crazy is it that I’m more worried about our meeting with the agents than I am the east coast distributor for the Marino family?”

“Really fucking crazy. I’ll take care of the agents. They’re the last ones you need to worry about.”

“If you say so.”

“I say so.” I lean down to kiss her as I grip her ass one more time. “You’ve been in here forever. Can you be ready to leave in fifteen?”

She drags a fingernail down my chest with a small smile. “One thing to know about me is I don’t get ready fast. I apologize now for all the times you’ll have to wait on me.”

I smirk. “We’ll work on that. You proved yesterday you’re capable of traveling across the country at a moment’s notice. You seemed to survive just fine. Be ready in fifteen.”

“If you want me to get ready, you need to let go of my ass.”

“Never.” I give her a squeeze. “I could palm your ass for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”

30

TWO DAYS

Landyn

“Torres. My wife and I are here for the private party.”

My wife.

I don’t care if it’s real or not—it feels real. And it has everything to do with the way Brax treats me.

I wasn’t ready in fifteen minutes. I was seven minutes late, which is a feat in and of itself. But Brax didn’t seem to care. He sat at the foot of the bed and glanced between me and his phone while I changed clothes three times.

Even though my wardrobe was curated for a cartel wife, I questioned what would be best for dinner out at a Manhattan restaurant with an illegal drug distributor. I finally settled on a low-cut red slip dress and the most feminine trench coat I’ve ever seen. The soles of my shoes match the dress. I fit the part like it’s always been mine as Brax leads me with a hand on the small of my back through the swanky establishment to the private party.

Three men stand in the middle of the room. It’s Micah, Tim, and one other I’ve never seen. They’re all dressed similar to Brax. Even his partner is cleaned up compared to how he looked when he barged into the women’s restroom to interrogate me.

Brax pulls me to a stop when the door closes behind us and looks down at me. “Baby, you’ve met Tim and my asshole partner. The one in the middle with the cocky grin is Officer Cole Carson. He’s with the CIA.”

Micah’s glare shifts from me to Brax.

Tim Coleman rolls his eyes.

Cole Carson’s grin swells.

I give them a small, awkward wave. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But I’m confused when Brax turns to face me and pushes me back a step before leaning down to peck my lips with his. He’s not grinning or frowning. His expression is cool and composed. But then again, he’s been that way since we first met on my dark, bloody wedding day.

The same one that turned out to beourwedding day.

Even when pulling a gun on dinner guests in the dining room, he’s weirdly even tempered.

His dark eyes pierce mine, and he lowers his voice. “Don’t move.”

It’s my turn to frown. “Wait … what?”

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