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I whizzed upward.

Back on the rooftop deck, I calmly pulled off the ski mask and set it in my briefcase, along with the climbing device and my gun. Once I had everything back inside, I clicked it shut. I shouldered back into my jacket and pulled the glasses back on.

Calmly, I stepped into the elevator. Back in the lobby, I sauntered out of the Hotel Monteleone like I didn’t have a care in the world.

Inside, I was seething.

I’d had him.

I could have ended all this.

Instead, he’d gotten away.

And I knew Auclair wouldn’t let himself get caught so easily again.

26

FRANKIE

Reath’s shower was massive and luxurious. The tiles were a cool dark blue and laid in a chevron pattern, and there was a massive copper rain shower head above. I worked some shampoo into my hair, singing a favorite TayTay song, and shook my hips.

I had a terrible voice, but when I was in a good mood, I liked to sing.

I hummed another favorite tune. I was definitely in a good mood.

Multiple orgasms would do that to a person. After our wild time on the kitchen counter and living room floor, Reath had carried me to his bed. He had a sleek, low bed in his kickass bedroom. The room was done in shades of gray and navy blue. He’d proceeded to fuck me again with that big cock of his.

I smiled and ducked my head under the water. He’d done things to me that I hadn’t imagined were possible. Yummy, delicious things.

The man had intense focus and stamina.

I’d gone to sleep with him wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair and one muscled leg pinning me to the sheets. I’d drifted off to sleep warm, satisfied, and safe.

My smile dissolved, and I stared blankly at the blue tiles.

Safe.

I’d been in his arms, and at the time, there’d been nowhere else that I wanted to be.

I felt a skitter of fear and swallowed.

I couldn’t fall for him. That would be a stupid mistake. Really stupid.

I could, though. I could easily fall in love with Reath Fury.

No. It was against the rules. His, mine, and ours.

I heard the shower door open and Reath stepped in. I jolted. I hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom.

“Hey.” His big hand slid around my hips. “You asleep in here?”

“Ha ha, no.” God, that body. Gorgeous bronze skin and all those muscles. Instantly, I felt a damp rush between my legs.

I should put some space between us. Get my head on straight. But as his fingers slid over my skin, my brain just stopped functioning.

I ran my hands over his chest. My fingers splayed over the scar of a bullet wound, then ran down a ragged line. The scars were all shades paler than his dark skin.

“This must have hurt,” I murmured.