“Fuck, you’re strangling my dick.” Jed had been holding back but no longer, fucking me through my orgasm with uncontrolled thrusts. He growled, then held himself deep, his mouth sucking at my neck as he pulsed inside of me.

The telephone room was like a little sauna. All I could hear was our ragged breathing. I hadn’t noticed any more shots fired, although if the house blew up, I probably wouldn’t have known.

Because in this little nook beneath the stairs, the world slipped away. Nothing existed but me and Jed. Of how he made me feel.

There was no North, the CEO. No North, Macon’s daughter. No North, the older sister. I was just… princess.

For once in my life, I was okay with that. Because I’d done the one thing I never thought I could do. Let down my guard. Let someone in. Trust. And it felt so, so good.

But it never lasted. I had to wonder how it was going to blow up in my face, because eventually everything good did.

7

JED

North was in the shower. Her dog had been laying outside the telephone room door while I’d taken her. He’d followed her upstairs. I wanted to join her, but we’d never get out. I’d take her there, press her up against the tile, or if it had a bench seat bend her over it. Fuck yes. Then I’d carry her to her bed, or nearest horizontal surface, and take her again.

That was why I was in the kitchen trying to figure out food while imagining her naked and wet, soap suds sliding over her perfect tits and toned thighs.

I was hard. It had been ten minutes since I’d had the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life. It hadn’t scratched the itch. Hell, it made it ten times worse. I didn’t think she was ready for more. Not yet. Physically, sure. Her pussy was wet and aching for sex, but mentally? She might be the most poised and focused person I’ve ever met, but she was also ridiculously vulnerable. Yeah, I saw it, even when she didn’t want me to.

Getting her to trust me when she didn’t trust anyone…

I needed patience. And so did my dick.

My cell vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, read the display. My boss. I had to answer it. I’d put her off.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Any update on the order?” she asked. I envisioned her in her office overlooking the thick Virginia forest that surrounded Quantico.

“I met with the supplier this morning, but the paperwork was missing. I’ll check back later.”

“Jed—”

“She didn’t do it,” I said, ensuring my boss knew how I felt, that North was innocent. “We’re looking at the wrong supplier.”

“You have proof?”