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He kissed her. Soft. Gentle. So sweetly she teared up, and her heart expanded with happiness. “Anything you want,” he whispered against her lips. “Girlfriend.”
He kissed her again, but this time it was hard and demanding. And when he shoved her panties aside and thrust inside her, she tightened her thighs on him and lost herself in his touch. She rode him hard, faster and faster until she knew she was close.
So freaking close.
“Jake. May I?” she asked, her voice breathy from holding back her impending orgasm. “Please?”
“Come for me,” he commanded in her ear, his touch rough. “Now.”
And then…
She did.
He stiffened beneath her before driving inside her one last time. He collapsed against the back of the couch, drawing in a deep gulp of air. “Holy shit,” he muttered, still holding on to her thighs.
Tara grinned and traced a tattoo on his chest. “I like these, by the way. Very hot.”
“Thank you,” he managed to say. “You told Gordon that first, though.”
She flinched. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said, meeting her gaze
. “You can make it up to me later, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks heated at the promise. “Deal.”
He hugged her close, inhaling deeply. She snuggled in, so at peace she couldn’t believe it was possible. “This feels really good. I could lie here forever, letting you play with my hair.”
Tara smiled bigger. Seriously. It was getting ridiculous, this happiness she was feeling. “Good.”
“Forever and—” Her stomach growled, and he raised a brow. “But apparently you need dinner.”
She flushed. “Apparently.”
He laughed and lifted her off of him, slowly withdrawing from her body. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I don’t care,” she said. “As long as I’m with you.”
“Back atcha, sweetheart.” He tucked himself away, then pulled his zipper up. Bending over, he tossed her dress at her. “Remember how happy I made you when I piss you off next time. It’s gonna be soon.”
Tara pulled the dress over her head. “Why? What are you planning on doing now?”
“I have a proposition for you.” He hesitated. “And I’d like you to consider it before you reject me.”
“What?” she asked after a moment, her heart picking up speed.
“I want you to work for Cooper.” He held his hand out when she opened her mouth. “You could have a position where you do background checks on all of our employees, making sure there are no more Solteses in the company.”
“Jake—”
“Or you could be a recovery specialist, with us instead of on your own. You would help clients find lost objects, but not steal them back. When we find them, we would tell the police, and they would take it from there.” He sat down next to her on the bed. “Think about it. It’s the same job, but more Sherlock, and less Robin Hood.”
Her lips twitched, and she laughed. “Did you call me Sherlock?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.
“Does that make you my Watson?”