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“The one who needs a bodyguard. Of course, I immediately suggested you, Linc.”
“Hell to the no,” he grits out, sitting up straighter.
“With Detective Vaughn sniffing around, it can’t hurt to add a few legit jobs to the books,” Addie says, and Linc merely grunts.
“Seems odd that a princess wouldn’t have her own guards,” Brighton states.
“I don’t have all the details,” Addie explains, “but, we’ll find out when we return the gem.”
“What’s the problem, Linc?” Ryder asks, voice teasing. “Big brute like you would be perfect for the job.”
“Because I don’t babysit spoiled rotten brats,” Linc states, stubbornly crossing his muscled arms.
“I highly suggest you give it a try,” Saint murmurs, kissing Mia’s temple.
“Nik!” She swats his tattooed arm, pretending to be offended. “Are you inferring I’m spoiled?”
“Nope. I would never suggest such a thing.” He gives his wife a slow, sexy grin and she visibly melts.
As I look over the people gathered, new friends and old, I realize my family has expanded. Yes, some are missing, but my circle is growing, and that brings me a sense of happiness and peace I feel to the depths of my heart and soul.
Knox doesn’t leave my side and rarely releases my hand. When I speak, he gives me his full attention, listening to each word that comes out of my mouth as if it’s the most important thing he’s ever heard. He makes me feel…adored.
And that is something I’ve never felt before.
At some point, Knox and I wander onto the outdoor patio overlooking the dark sea. The smell of jasmine fills the salty air and pink bougainvillea grows over the railing. Leaning back against Knox’s firm chest, I look up at the big, white moon and smile like only a woman in love does.
“I’d steal it for you,” he murmurs at my ear, lightly flicking his tongue along its curve.
“The moon?”
“The moon, the sun, the stars. Whatever you want.”
His arms wrap around my waist and he nuzzles my neck as his fingers splay across my stomach. I can feel his arousal pressing into my lower back.
“I just want you.”
No statement has ever been more true. Knox makes me happy, content and so incredibly hopeful. I cover his hands with mine and sigh. For the first time, I know what it means to feel utterly complete.
“Are you ready to leave?” he whispers, voice husky and full of need.
“Yes,” I tell him softly.
∞∞∞
“Yes!” I scream, grinding down, taking every single inch of Knox’s cock as deeply as possible. I’ve never been so uninhibited before when it comes to sex, but he makes me feel free. Like I can be my authentic self without fear of being judged. Plus, he likes it when I’m loud and encourages me to be vocal.
His hips lift off the mattress, cock thrusting up, stretching me more than ever before, and my orgasm hits hard, blasting me off into the stratosphere. As I collapse forward, he arches up, growling through his release.
“Oh, my God.” For a long moment, I can’t move, can’t think. All I can do is sprawl onto his chest and pant as my inner muscles quake with little aftershocks.
“Holy shit,” he rasps, his fingers threading through my hair. “That was—”
“Otherworldly,” I finish, and he lets out a low chuckle.
When I’m finally able to lift my head, I look into his amazing sapphire eyes and curl my fingers into his shirt. We didn’t even take the time to get fully undressed, just pulled jeans down and ripped underwear out of the way. Our bodies came together fast and furious. I’ve never felt such potent desire or been so consumed by need.
We’re still staying at The Man’s safehouse and will leave Spain tomorrow. I don’t think anyone is in a hurry, though. Torres is dead and Addie’s team has the emerald. And, I got my man. Life couldn’t be more sweet.