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His hand drags from my breast, down my side, and around to my ass, and when he plays with that tight ring of muscle, I clench around him even more, making us both groan.

“I love your ass.”

I grin against his lips. “Always were an ass man.”

“I’m a Rina man, baby.”

The pace quickens, and I know that I’m right on the cusp of another orgasm, but I want him to go over with me, so I reach down between us and cup his balls, and he immediately growls deep in his throat.

“Come with me.”

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, and that’s all it takes to send him over, rocking into me as I feel him swell and then the heat from his cum filling me up, and I fall over that cliff with him, holding onto him as the world falls away and all that’s left is this.

Us.

And when we can breathe again, he pushes up to stare down at me.

“These shoes never leave this bedroom.”

“What? Why? I like them.”

“Because if anyone else sees you in them, I’ll remove the eyes from their heads. I mean it, Rina.”

“Wow, so violent.”

“Remember that.” He kisses me softly, and it sets butterflies in motion in my belly. “I love you.”

I bite his lower lip, then soothe it with my tongue. “I think you’re pretty okay too.”

He narrows his eyes. “Rina.”

“I’m fond of you.”

He tips his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “Come on, baby, give me what I need.”

You’re the best thing in my life, and I’m terrified that I’m going to lose you again because what you do is dangerous, and I spend every minute of every day worried about you.

“I love you too.”

Forty-Two

CARSON

“Mildred will be back from shopping soon, and Charlie should be here any minute from school. I can’t believe I didn’t go get him myself.”

“He has a team to bring him home,” I remind her as I kiss her nose and then roll away, impressed that we didn’t ruin any of the new things she bought today.

I’m glad she went with the other wives and bought everything she wanted. I hope they make it a regular thing.

She deserves it.

I’ve just pulled my pants on when my phone rings, and I scowl when I see that it’s my executive assistant from the resort.

“St. James,” I say in greeting.

“Sir, I need you at King of Spades. We have a . . . situation.”

I frown. “What kind of fucking situation?”