She screamed her release toward the ceiling, then collapsed onto his chest.

“My God,” Samiah breathed. “Do the Marines give out medals for this kind of stuff? Is that why you’re so good at it?”

She felt his laugh rumbling beneath her cheek.

She snuggled more securely against him, relishing the feel of his warm skin against her body. She could get used to feeling this replete every night.

Goodness, where had that come from? It was insane to even begin thinking in terms of lying beside him on a nightly basis.

But, then again, maybe it wasn’t.

She knew couples who’d moved in after dating just a few weeks. Hell, look at the people who met on those crazy reality TV shows. Some of them were making it work despite not knowing anything about their significant other beforehand. At least she and Daniel had been together longer than the people on Married at First Sight or 90 Day Fiancé.

Okay, they hadn’t known each other ninety days yet, but what was another thirty days?

“Stop it.”

“What was that?” Daniel asked.

“Huh? Nothing,” she said. “I need to use the bathroom.”

She levered herself up, hoping her legs had the strength to carry her the fifteen or so feet. She could picture herself getting out of bed on wobbly legs and collapsing like a newborn colt just learning to walk.

She made it to the bathroom without injury. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Daniel sitting with his back against the headboard, a deep frown marring his brow as he stared at his phone.

Samiah stopped short. “Is everything okay?”

His head jerked up. “What? Uh, yeah,” he said. He set the phone on the bedside table and pulled the cover back, inviting her to join him. Her eyes went straight to the erection that was already growing thick again.

Her pulse started to pound as excitement skidded across her skin.

She was going to be so sore in the morning. But she would be satisfied.

*  *  *

The faint scent of the sweet almond body cream Samiah had rubbed into her skin after their shower wafted up from where she rested, snuggled up next to him, her head nestled against his chest. Daniel stared straight ahead, his eyes set on the dove-gray clay pots that looked as if they were floating on air with the way they were lined along the glass display shelf above her chest of drawers.

His sated body should feel relaxed after a solid hour of starring in American Ninja Warrior: Bedroom Edition with Samiah, but rest continued to elude him. His muscles felt at ease, but his brain was hard at work, conjuring boundless nefarious scenarios ever since he’d read that text from Preston. Another two bank accounts had gone dark, and the subject they’d targeted in Belize had gone missing.