Page 67 of Get A Fix

“And now?”

“Now I want my person. I’m ready to prioritize that guy.”

“Prioritize, huh? You sound so healthy.”

He sighed deeply. “And now I want to smother you with a pillow.”

I scoffed. “Nah. You want to fuck me again.”

“I want you to fuck me again, but that’s not all I want, and you can’t possibly think⁠—”

“No,” I rushed out, putting my hands on his hips so he couldn’t move. “I don’t think for a second that what we did was just fucking.”

“Good,” he whispered. “Because that’s not what it felt like to me.”

“Same here,” I said, and brushed my lips over his. “So yeah, I would like to see if you could fit me into your amazing life.”

“You really would?” He sounded so hopeful, my heart squeezed in my chest.

“Yes, please.”

He took my face in his hands. “I haven’t had butterflies when a man looks at me for a very long time. I forgot that it’s exciting and really fucking scary.”

“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

He kissed me then, and if I wasn’t clear how he felt before, it was there in the way he devoured my mouth and claimed what he wanted, which was very clearly me.

How slowly he moved, the way he cupped the back of my head and pressed me forward against him at the same time with a hand on my lower back, made me lose myself in the swell of emotion that I returned with my lips, my tongue, and my arms wrapped around his neck.

The knock on the door brought a moan out of his throat.

“We’re on the clock out here,” Owen let us know.

I broke the kiss, turning my head, and he immediately pressed his lips behind my ear, his hot mouth feeling like a sultry brand on my flushed skin.

“We’re so different,” I husked. “I really hope this works.”

“It’s going to work, have faith,” he ground out, retaking my mouth.

I knew the FBI wasn’t coming to break down the door in moments. Jared had sent Owen and Nash to head off law enforcement, so really, my focus was on nothing else but Ash and starting something with him. I wanted that. I had regrets in my life for not acting on things when I should have, for not jumping, for playing it safe. With my life, as a cop and now a fixer, I gambled. You had to take chances to save people, and it was right to be selfless. But with my heart, I’d been careful. And then when I finally took a chance, with Damien, I had been so stupid and wrong.

But now, suddenly, a stranger had stepped into my life, and I didn’t want to be anything but brave. The possibilities if I leaped without a net could be everything. We were talking about my happiness here.

Or not.

It could all end horribly, with lots of heartache. But what there couldn’t be was regret. There would be no more of that. The old saying about loving and losing…even that was better than playing it safe.

“You won’t be embarrassed to introduce me to your friends?” I asked him.

“I…no,” he said, cupping my neck and lifting my chin with his thumb, holding me still, staring into my eyes. “I would be very proud to have my friends meet a man who fixes the lives of people for a living.”

“Okay. Then I will tell my boss that I can’t go out of town on jobs anymore. I certainly can’t be anyone else’s fake boyfriend, since people will know I’m with you because they’ll see us together, so all I could be would be yours.”

His warm breath puffed across my face. “You would lose your value to him.”

“No,” I whispered. “When my buddy Shaw fell in love with the guy he’s gonna marry, he stopped going out on long jobs as well. There’s enough of us for him to stick around Chicago, fly out on two-to-four-day assignments, and be back home in time to pick his guy up from the airport when he flies in for the weekend.”

I watched his eyes darken, his pupils dilate. “How accommodating you are.”