I sucked in a sharp breath. It was so much deeper like this. Crosby began to move, and each time he did, he seemed to hit that phantom spot. I couldn’t hold in my moan. The sound seemed to spur him on. His thrusts grew fast, impossibly deeper. But there was something more that I needed.

“Are you with me?” he growled in my ear.

“I’m with you.”

His hand slipped under my blouse, over the thin lace material of my bra to find my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers. The warring sensations drove me higher. And as Crosby thrust deeper inside me, he pinched the flesh between his fingers. I came apart with a nonsensical shout, Crosby following close behind.

I sucked in air, slowly coming back to myself as Crosby slipped out of me. I winced as the movement caught my tender flesh in the most wonderful way. He kissed the side of my face. “Too much?”

I gave my head a little shake. “Perfect.” That was the thing about Crosby. He made me feel safe to explore things I’d never thought to do.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to look at this office the same way again.”

Neither would I.

41

Crosby

I pounded the steering wheel to the beat of my music, grinning to myself. Seeing Grant have to sit in court with his eye turning a nice shade of purple had made my day. Kenna was right, it had been a hell of a lot easier to look at him with that shiner. The look the judge had given him had been the icing on the cake.

The case was winding down. I imagined the judge would be hearing closing arguments in a matter of days. Something that felt a whole lot like hope stirred in my gut. The only thing the Abbots had on their side was blood. But the fact that they were trying to cut an adopted daughter out of her inheritance just made them look like the greedy assholes they were.

I steered my truck around the bend of the hillside and checked the clock. I wanted to get to Kenna, but I was in desperate need of some fresh clothes. More and more of my belongings were slowly making my way into her closet. The idea should’ve freaked me the hell out. Instead, I found I liked the feeling. As if my socks mixed in with Kenna’s somehow left my mark on her space.