Shame over my lack of control slices deep into my heart even as masculine pride fills my chest as she winces and shifts on my thighs.
“Are you sore, baby doll?”I ask.
“Shut up, brute,” she snarls, but there’s no real heat in her voice.
“Says the goddess who demandedmore, deeper, and harderevery time,” I murmur against the top of her head.
She covers her amusement with a scoff and slaps a hand to my chest.
“It’s been over eight hours since we barged in here and locked the door behind us.We need to talk about where we go from here,” she says.
I growl and tighten my arms around her.
“We get married, of course,” I say.
Her head shifts as she no doubt rolls her eyes.
“Duh, but that’s not what I’m talking about.I told you I saw Ms.Baker in the hall before the waitress tried to lead us into an unlocked room.”
“You did, and you’re brilliant for stealing this room.You saved me, baby doll.”
She sighs and says my name with enough warning to sober me.
“I contacted a few people while you took your first nap,” I admit.
“Who?”
“Liam Brunswick, Carlos Lopez, the physician Liam brought to the office the other night, and my personal lawyer,” I rumble.
She stiffens.
“You didn’t involve Matteo or Brook Ricco, right?”
I shake my head.
“The fewer people who know, the better,” I say.
She relaxes and nods.
“Good.I met Brook at Mr.Carter’s gym.She married Matteo, who is often glued at the hip with Liam, but Matteo and Brook just finished their honeymoon.I don’t want them involved.At all.”
“Whatever you say, love,” I murmur as I rub my stubbled cheek over her freshly blow-dried hair.Her warm scalp and soft locks against my roughened face highlight our differences.
I plan to blow dry her hair for the rest of our lives, but the first experience holds an intimate edge I never want to lose.
“So what happened?You contacted them and then what?”She asks.
“Lopez retrieved the footage from the hotel, I sent saliva samples to the physician for drug analysis, Liam is working his magic on locating Ms.Baker and identifying whoever was waiting for us in the other room, and my lawyer is building cases for both of us.”
She pulls her head out from under me and meets my gaze.
“You’re certain someone else was in the room?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Can I see the footage?”
I lean forward, grab my phone off the coffee table, and text Lopez my request.He responds within thirty seconds.I play the video and hold it up for us both to watch.
