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“Fuck me with your fingers.”

I growl. So many women won’t tell me what they want. Are too shy to use their words. I thought I liked that.

But no, I like it even better when this omega’s mouth is full of dirty words and her hands full of my cock.

I bend my fingers, finding the swollen spot inside her and massage it, massage it until her legs shake so hard she clings onto me for support, massage it until the sounds of her pleasure echo off the cave walls, massage it until she comes around my fingers and I come into her hands.

Afterwards she collapses into my arms and I almost feel sorry for the wardrobe. Driving her home, smelling like she does, looking like she does, will be a form of torture.

Yeah, well, knowing he fucked her was one too.

All’s fair in love and war.

23

Ford

I receivea message on Sunday evening informing me that Silver wants to meet before I take Molly into work on Monday. I stare at the message for several long minutes.

Does he know? Is he hauling me in to kick my ass? I doubt it. If Silver wanted to kick my ass, he wouldn’t wait until Monday.

I arrive at the house half an hour early and find my boss waiting for me by the front door. Nothing in his demeanor tells me he’s angry, but Silver’s an ex-soldier like me. We’re both trained in not giving away anything to the enemy.

So I brace myself anyway, knowing that if he doesn’t beat me to a pulp for sleeping with the client, he may at the very least hand me my marching orders.

However, he greets me with a business-like jerk of his chin and tells me to follow him into his office.

“It’s damn early,” he mutters as we walk through the dark house and into his office on the ground floor. “Why she wants to get up this early and head into the city, I do not understand. She doesn’t need a job.”

“It’s giving her a purpose,” I say, and Silver glances over his shoulder to look at me.

“You think she needs a purpose?”

I pause. “No, but I think she’s … sad and this is helping.”

“She lost her mom.”

“I know,” I say softly.

Silver nods and points to a chair by his desk.

“I wanted to give you an update on the latest intelligence we’ve gathered about the car accident.”

My body tightens. I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. Reliving the moment that truck plowed into her car over and over again. Berating myself for not having seen it. Hating myself for not having prevented it. I’m meant to be protecting her.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say genuinely, “I let you down. I let her down.” I’ve already apologized to him countless times. It doesn’t seem enough. I messed up. She could have been hurt. She could have been killed. The thought has bile burning in my throat. Once again, I’m disgusted with myself and my own failures.

Silver walks around his desk and takes his seat. “We’ve been going over the footage from your dash cam. Ford, they came out of nowhere. There was nothing you could do.”

I rub my hand over my chin. “I should have–”

“No should-haves about it. If there was something to learn from that incident, if there was any wrongdoing on your part, do you think I’d hesitate to call you out on it?”

“No, Sir. I don’t think you would.”

“So enough with the self pity and flagellation. Molly needs a man who is focussed on the job.”

“Maybe she’d be better off with someone else,” I say, swallowing a lump in my throat. I don’t want to give this assignment up but that’s for selfish reasons, because being around the fiery little omega brightens the darkness. Makes me feel. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. I’ve already messed up twice. She deserves someone better.