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“I’m sure more than just women would want to watch,” she continued. “And Audrey offered to run your socials for you. She’s pretty good at it. She’ll have them drooling after you in no time.”

Lunging at her, I wrapped her up in my arms as she squealed and laughed. “I’m not interested in making them drool,” I told her, burying my face in her neck as I picked her up and moved into the bedroom with her. “You’re the only one I’ll let make videos of me. But only if you promise to watch them one-handed.” I wiggled my brows at her.

Laughing, she swatted at my chest. “It’s better this way. We don’t need your head getting any bigger than it already is.”

“Something’s getting bigger,” I told her, nipping at her shoulder.

She swatted me again. “I don’t have time for that.”

Raising my head, I stared down at her in disappointment. “Seriously?”

“I’m going to be late if I don’t get going. I stood there watching you for too long.”

It was my turn to wear a smug smile. “Liked what you saw, huh?”

“And heard,” she admitted. “At the risk of over inflating that giant ego of yours, you’re incredibly sexy.”

“Giant-” I placed her down on her feet as she squirmed in my arms. “I don’t have agiantego. Just appropriately sized.”

She laughed. “Sure you don’t. Are you going to follow me to work today?”

Cocking my head, I watched her as she started getting dressed. “You knew I was doing that?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not oblivious to the world around me, Bolo. Of course I noticed that.”

“Then yeah, I am.”

“I’m leaving in ten minutes.”

Watching her, I started to reach out toward her, wondering if I could persuade her to be late, but she smacked my hand. “Out.”

Pretending to grumble, I left the bedroom, leaving her to get ready.

“Put some actual clothes on before we go,” she called out from the bedroom. “You’re going to cause an accident if you go like that.”

Chuckling, I went into the other bedroom to change. I’d been leaving clothes in there and showering after my workouts so that I didn’t wake her up early. I also had spent too much time staring at her this morning and ran out of time to finish my workout.

Once I got back from seeing her safely to work, Relay and I would be going to the next place on Ruck’s list. The places on it were getting fewer in number. The Collective was only going to be able to hide for so long. I fully intended to take them out before they had a chance to come at us again. Nothing was going to keep me from protecting my woman and kid. I’d burn this fucking city to the ground to find those assholes if I had to. Smoke them out like the rats they were. Whatever it took.

CHAPTER 26

Devyn

Ilooked over at the table, where the snacks were all set out, then down at myself, smoothing out my t-shirt to ease some of my nerves. I’d gone for comfort over style tonight. The other old ladies were coming over for non-alcoholic drinks and girl chat. I hadn’t let them in on the fact that I wanted to ask them about the lifestyle, but they probably had some idea.

It would make sense to me that women new to this would have questions. I paused as there was a knock at the door and frowned. My last thoughts had kind of put me into the position of old lady. I hadn’t really meant to do that. Though living here with Bolo and having his baby sort of did shove me closer to that label.

The crazy part? I wasn’t nearly as scared by the notion as I was before. Probably because Bolo was wearing me down. The sneaky jerk. I smiled and shook my head. It was hard to actually mind when I woke up to him staring at me in a way that couldn’tbe described as anything other than devoted. He brought me flowers and snacks that I actually wanted to eat right now—I knew for a fact that there were only two stores in the city that sold the snack cakes I liked, and they weren’t close by—and made sure I got as many orgasms as I could handle by the close of each day. Who wouldn’t want that?

He was gorgeous, attentive, and funny. I didn’t last long in his presence without laughing like a lunatic. I was falling in love with him, one day at a time. And now that we were living together? It was happening at an exponential rate.

Opening the door, I smiled at Camila and Rue. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for having us,” Rue told me with a grin. “How’s everything going?”

“You settling in okay?” Camila added.

It’d been a little over two weeks since the dinner party but everyone was always so busy and we hadn’t had much time to catch up. “Yeah,” I said, answering Camila’s question first. “Everything is good. Blood pressure seems to be stabilizing a bit, which is a relief.”