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Where he owned my release.

I was a shuddering heap when he rolled me back over and sunk into me one more time. He pulled my legs around him and wrapped his arms around and under me until we were one. Icupped his face, sucked his tongue into my mouth as he slowly pumped into me.

“Let go,” I whispered against his mouth. “You’re mine too.”

He shook over me and the tiny pulses felt almost sweet as my name rolled out on a sigh as he came for me.

He buried his face in my neck before collapsing on me for a precious moment.

The entire weight of him.

All of him.

Mine.

I dragged my foot down his thigh to his calf with a contented sigh.

I whimpered a little when he rose off me, but then he rolled me onto my side and curled along the back of me.

I lost a few minutes or a few hours, I really wasn’t sure.

Sometime in the night he slipped inside of me again, soft and slow. I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not until I woke with a cry as the orgasm rolled through me and heard his groan behind me.

I rolled over with a laugh, splayed out on his sweaty chest. “Shower.”

“God, yes.” He dragged me off the bed and we played in the big shower.

I was sore on so many levels, but I’d never felt so relaxed. We bundled in towels and ate cold pasta and finished off the wine.

Then we crawled into the big bed with the soft white sheets and both of us slept without dreams or nightmares.

When I woke again, he was gone but there was a note on his pillow.

Meeting with Stone.

Hang with Nyx at the lab until I’m back.

Yours,

L

I grinned and set the paper on the bedside table. I was pretty sure garlic was coming out of my pores from our late night dinner. I brushed the death out of my mouth and took a quick shower.

Nyx had left a few outfits in the closet. I’d been living in bikinis and sundresses for most of the summer that it felt weird to wear pants. But the black cropped pants were light and airy. I paired it with ballet flats and an insanely soft teal sweater.

I dug out a pair of hoops I’d found at a little shop in Maine, added a touch of makeup and headed out to the living room.

Unsure if I had access to the lab without an escort, I picked up the landline. There was a simple directory sticker above the keypad.

“Information, can I help you?”

“Can I be connected with Nyx—er, Nina Kendrick?”

“One moment.”

There was a click then after a few rings a male voice picked up.

“Uh, hi. I was looking for Nyx.”