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“Uhhh,” I groan, filling her. My hips continue to move quickly even after my orgasm stops. Her sensitive walls flutter with pleasure.

I keep my eyes closed until I finally leave her body. The sight that greets me makes my softening cock twitch.

Evidence of what we’ve done leaks from between her legs.

Shelby is the only woman who made me want to try again after my first wife betrayed me. She’s never leaving, no matter how I have to trap her.

Reaching over her prone form, I grasp the edge of the bedding and pull, folding it toward us.

“Time for bed,” I tell her sleeping form.

Pushing off the soft mattress, my eyes catch on the glass sitting on top of her bedside table.

The half full glass.

Shit!

I hadn’t come in too early. Shelby had still been awake because she hadn’t drunk all of her sedative.

“You’re a bad girl, Shelby,” I growl, bringing my open palm down on her round ass.

Hopefully, a delayed sleep is the only consequence.

Fuck!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Shelby

Groaning, I point my toes. My muscles protest mid-stretch.

I had the best dream.

Eyes closed, I smile. The way he’d used my body, taken what he wanted. I shiver at the memory of dream Leonard calling me a good girl.

God, it was vivid.

My body throbs as if he’s still inside me, a soreness deep inside only a good fuck can cause. Soreness.

My eyes snap open.

I’m sore!

Shoving my hand between my legs, I find what I’m looking for. Dry at the top of my thigh is evidence of my mystery man.

He was here.

In this house.

Oh God, Riley and Doc! My stomach drops.

I practically throw myself out of bed, my legs weak and shaky with my quick movement. My face flushes as I glance down at myself. I never sleep naked.

The last thing I remember is stepping out of the shower, the feel of the soft towel wrapped around my body.

I’d been tired and sat on the bed, just for a second.

Flashes of my dream heat me. Maybe it wasn’t a dream, at least not all of it. Had Leo been in bed when my man snuck into the house?