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“Going from worrying about you and myself to hearing so many things–things I could never share, of course–but so much,” she sighs.

“Is something weighing on your mind?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Nothing that I can’t fix with time. I want to help people and that’s what I do.”

I continue watching her and she groans. “The pants are so tight.”

“The pants?” I ask.

She stands up and undoes a button. Then her zipper. I reach forward and drag her pants down her legs. She sighs and settles back on my lap after kicking off her shoes. Valerie’s lips fit to mine.

“No more fighting?” She asks just as I kiss her back.

“No more fighting, I promise,” I say while unbuttoning her shirt to see the sexy lingerie she has on. Just red lace, not concealing a thing. I lick across my bottom lip and pull her closer so she can feel how hard I am. “You can win every fight.”

I kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling the same spot until she pants. “Lief, I got the notice.”

Freezing against her, I draw back as the words sink in. She has a new client. Her first day back to work and the person’s already made an appointment. I meet her eyes as my own temper rises. My fiancée in danger, I won’t tolerate it.

“I know you don’t like this plan, Viking. I know that. I just want to keep you three as safe as you’ve kept me. I know I can do this. It’s just talking and we don’t even know if it’s the person we’re after. It could be a coincidence,” she insists.

I edge the strap of her bra down and kiss the exposed skin. “Coincidences are rare in this line of work.”

“Which is why I wanted to share it with you,” Valerie hums as I continue kissing across the top of her breast. Her fingers brush the back of my neck, raising goosebumps across my body. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“I’m very comfortable right now,” I say as I undo her bra. “Perhaps we both need to relax now that you’re home from work.”

“Are you stressed?” she asks.

“Not now.”

She undoes my pants, edges them down my legs, and kisses me passionately. “Let’s keepnot beingstressed, then.”

I groan and hook my finger in her panties. I rub my knuckle over her clit and she pants. God, she’s already wet. I groan and pull her closer. “I’ll be under your desk all day. I think that’s the only way I don’t get caught.”

“I have a feeling you’re not going to behave,” she rasps.

“I will while you have clients,” I promise before thrusting two fingers inside her. “When we’re alone, I make no promises.”

Valerie grips my cock, then slides down on me. Her lips brush against mine. “It’s a professional environment, Lief. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

I growl and hold her in place. “Try.”

I pound into her hard and fast as she rides me. We’re not good at taking our time or going slow. That’s something I never want to change; this need, the base understanding between us. Valerie cups my face in her hand and kisses me hard just before we both burst.

EIGHTEEN

Valerie

I tapmy pen on my notebook. The desk is huge and I don’t know what to do with all this space. There’s far too much room under it, more than enough for Lief to fit comfortably. But I still don’t like this plan.

I pull up the appointment and get the notes about the person. Paranoid, anger and trust issues, along with a history of trauma. Anthony Cane. I’ve never heard the name, but considering Hunter used a fake name, the name is meaningless. I don’t have a photo to use or anything like that either.

Of course, Hunter and Chase taking turns camping in the waiting room later in the day isn’t helping much. If someone’s watching the clinic, they’re going to notice them. Then again, Chase only ever stays for lunch and Hunter always comes in and leaves through the back, so it isn’t too suspicious.

Still, I can’t help but be nervous no matter how much my men distract me when we’re home. I get the notice that my next appointment is coming in and sit taller before taking a breath and changing my underwear. The pearly pair I couldn’t keep on for the engagement party.

I hold my normal underwear in my hand as I let Hunter in. I shut the door behind him and slide my hand into his front pocket. His eyes flick to me. “What are you doing, Dr.?”

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