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“Damn, baby . . . I want to fuck this ass so bad.” The words send a jolt straight to my core, making me clench around him.

He spits on my ass and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Please,” I beg. “Touch me.”

His fingers circle my tight ring of muscle as he continues to move. My body instinctively tries to protect itself, but I don’t want protection. I want to let go completely.

“Relax, baby,” Cade murmurs. “Take a breath and let me in.”

I inhale deeply and obey, whimpering when the movement lets his cock slide impossibly deeper into my pussy. I shudder as his finger breaches me, the pressure foreign and intense. It should be too much—itistoo much—but I don’t want him to stop.

“Oh God,” I moan, my voice shaking as I tighten around his cock.

“You like that?” Satisfaction drips from his words.

I can only nod as he works his finger in a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Cade,” I gasp brokenly, clutching the couch. “I’m—fuck, I’m going to come.”

He groans louder, pounding relentlessly. “Fuck yeah. Let it go, baby.”

His other hand finds my clit, and my thoughts scatter. The orgasm plows through me, ripping a raw, desperate scream from me as I clench hard around him, shaking with the force of it.

Cade groans, his cock jerking violently as he pulls out, then brands my ass with thick, scalding ropes of cum, each one staking his claim. Completely spent, he collapses against me, his weight pinning my trembling body, his breath ragged and hot against my neck.

We lie there as the pleasure ebbs, his heart pounding against my spine, almost inhumanly fast—a reminder that only I do this to him.

He’s mine.

I gasp as he swings me up into his arms. As I wrap my arms around his neck, I feel wetness along my side. My stomach drops when I realize he’s bleeding.

“Cade! Your bandages!”

“I know. You can change them later. Right now, you’re going to make it all better. In the shower.”

“Cade!” I gasp, but my body is on board.

“What,” he chuckles. “You thought that was it? After the stunt you pulled today?”

I flush, his earlier promise—about spanking and fucking me raw—flooding back with unbearable clarity. “Just . . . how much trouble am I in, Agent Quinn?”

His grin sharpens into something feral. “Let’s see. Failure to disclose information, lack of trust, security breaches that nearly got us killed . . .” His voice dips into a dark, filthy growl. “And flashing your perfect tits? Princess, you’re in deeper trouble than you can imagine.”

For hours, the quiet house fills with our sounds—not tender lovemaking, but something deeper. This is us letting go and giving in to each other.

37

Cade

“In all my years of practice, I’ve never seen a luckier case of man versus bullet. Still, those stitches could reopen if you’re not careful.”

The doctor’s words float through my ketamine-and-pot-fogged mind as I sprawl on the leather couch. Through heavy eyes, I watch Scar escort him to the door.

“Don’t worry, Doc. I’ll make sure he behaves.”

Scar returns and kills the overhead lights of the mini operating room, leaving only the soft glow of the corner lamp. He takes up his spot against the wall, arms crossed, joint dangling between his fingers.

Of course, he’s smoking, too. I wonder why he doesn’t just shoot himself in the side to match.