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That was all the encouragement he needed to start fucking me. Was that the right word anymore? We hadn’t said we loved each other. I couldn’t put words to what I was feeling. The more time I spent with them, the bigger it grew. I’d never been in love before. The thought should have terrified me, but it didn’t because of who I was with.

It became difficult to kiss Emeric with Oleander pushing into me, so I pressed my forehead to Emeric’s shoulder and did nothing but breathe and wait for that moment of bliss to take over. No thoughts. No worries. No nothing but mounting pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” Emeric muttered. “Seeing you two like this is doing me in. I can’t reach my damn cock though.”

“Don’t worry,” I muttered against his skin. “I’ll take care of you after Ollie is done with me.”

Oleander gently tapped my ass cheek. “I’ll never be done with you or Em. This is lifelong level shit here. You’re going to have to pry me off to get rid of me.”

Emeric chuckled, then moaned when I slid against him faster. “No prying needed.” His fingers dug into my hips as he tried to rut alongside my cock. It wasn’t until he found the perfect angle that chills raced up my spine.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered before coming and crying out as I did so. My body trembled with the pleasure flooding me.

Emeric kept thrusting his cock beside mine, slick with my cum. “Fucking… perfect…” he panted, then followed me over the edge, calling out my name and Oleander’s as he came.

I was caught in a never-ending pleasure spiral I didn’t know existed. I could barely handle it. Thankfully, once Oleander came and blanketed himself over my back, I was able to relax and begin to return to reality, where I was covered in cum and couldn’t be happier about it.

31

EMERIC

How had two days gone by already? I’d been going to work at the hotel. What the others didn’t know was I had been doing my own research. I was by no means good at investigative shit, but I was determined to put an end to this. If I looked at the computer while I was in Oleander’s apartment with him and Sylvan nearby, they’d have my head if they saw. I wasn’t incompetent. I just wasn’t up to the same standard that Oleander and the rest of Jordan’s guards were.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that.”

I jumped at the sound of my sister’s voice. She wasn’t even behind me. She was across the damn room by the door.

“You know how to knock,” I stated after straightening my suit jacket and finding a comfortable position in my chair again. Fuck’s sake. There was no need for her to do that. It was also my fault for being so invested in my research that I didn’t hear her come in.

What was interesting was I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I just kept searching for a thread, any thread. Lawson had dual personas. One was who Jordan got when he worked for him. The other, well, he was one of the wealthiest people around, and his name to the outside world wasn’t Lawson. He wasn’t the first person to live like this. Jordan was a prime example of how to have double lives and not get caught for it. The difference with Lawson was he didn’t have the police on his ass, always trying to find ways to lock him up. After the research I’d done, there wasn’t a single negative article about him online. I wasn’t sure how he did it. I even had a list of people who hated me, thanks to being opposite them in a courtroom. There were also the police officers who would love to lock me up because I defended Jordan and his men.

“Did you forget I was here?” Lana asked.

“Sorry.” I sighed and leaned back in the chair. “Did you need me for something, or was your sole goal to scare the hell out of me?”

“That was a perk.” She walked in and took a seat on the opposite side of my desk. “I was going to ask what you were working on so intently, but then I knew. You don’t even look at cases like that.”

“I didn’t know you were here. Sorry for being engrossed in my work. I’ve seen you do it countless times.”

“We’re not talking about me. You’re not going to find anything, by the way.”

There was no point in trying to hide what I was doing from her. Lana knew me too well. “I’m not sure what you’d like me to do. Sit around and wait for this to get handled so I can live a normal life again?”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine, not normal, but my usual.” My usual wouldn’t look the same when all was said and done because I had two amazing men in my life now. “I think I’m in love.”

“Of course you are. You have been for a while now.”

“You couldn’t have told me?”

Crossing her arms, Lana gave me a smug look. “Where would the fun in that be?”

“I’m on the verge of losing my mind. I want to fix this for them, but this isn’t my wheelhouse. How do I make it right when I’ve never looked for a criminal before? If I need to find someone, I hire a PI. I don’t do it myself.” In no way did I have time for that, given I had a hotel to run in addition to any cases Lana had me take over.

“You could be doing another task with your time instead of wasting it on finding nothing.”

“You’re my sister. You should be building me up, not knocking me down.” She was right. I still had to give her shit about it.