Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
However, they’d deal with it. Together.
They continued to kiss until they were both breathless, he was rock hard and she was wet.
But being naked on the floor meant condoms weren’t in reach, so they’d have to consummate the next step in their relationship once some were nearby. She made a mental note to schedule tests for both of them so they could have no barriers between them.
She had found her “forever man” when she hadn’t even been looking. She was going to take that as this was meant to be.
Once he broke the seal on their lip lock, he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, before lifting his head. “By the way, I was right.”
“About?”
“You being a handful.”
“Why are women who take charge of their own life considered a handful? My parents raised us to be independent free thinkers and to stand up for ourselves.”
“I wouldn’t want you any other way. Honestly, I hope my kids grow up to be the same.”
“I know you’ll do your best to make sure they do.”
He sighed softly. “Sometimes my best isn’t good enough when other factors are involved.”
“You’re pretty damn stubborn. You’ll never give up. Especially when it comes to your kids.”
“And you,” he added.
“I can’t ask for anything more.”
“You can ask for a lot more.”
“Then I’ll make a list.”
“I’m not Santa.”
She plucked at his hair. “You keep graying like you are, you’ll look like him soon. But, hell, you’d be the hottest damn Santa I’ve ever seen. Especially when you’re eating my cookies by the Christmas tree.”
He slid down her naked body. “I don’t think I can wait until Christmas to taste test those cookies.”
She lifted her head as he dropped his between her thighs, asking, “What’s your favorite flavor?”
“It’s a spicy cookie called Camila.”
“Oh good. I have a fresh batch of those.”
“And they smell fucking delicious.” He dragged his tongue through her pussy. “Taste delicious, too.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
“You can go in now, sir,” Williams’ executive assistant told him.
Crew got up from the uncomfortable chair where he’d had his ass planted for longer than he liked and, without knocking, opened the door to the supervising special agent’s office.
He had been summoned.
He figured it had to do with the task force and how they were going to wrap up the investigation. But as soon as he stepped through the doorway, Williams rose from his desk and jerked his chin toward one of the two chairs in front of it. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Then he stepped through the door Crew just came through and closed it behind him.
What the hell? He already waited over forty minutes. Now he had to wait even longer?
His time was just as valuable as Williams’.
He ground his teeth after sitting alone in the office for five more minutes.
After ten, his knee began to bounce.
At the fifteen-minute mark, the office door finally opened.
Thank fuck.
As he turned in his seat to give Williams a rash of shit, he quickly choked those words back down.
Oh shit.
It wasn’t Williams returning to his office.
Crew surged to his feet and scrubbed his suddenly damp palms down the sides of his jeans before spinning around to face the person he least expected.
“Well, there’s a man I haven’t seen in about eighteen years.” Luis Cabrera extended his hand.
Crew took it and gave it a firm shake, hoping his palm wasn’t sopping wet. “I can’t say the same. Because of your position, I see your picture everywhere.” Including on your daughter’s goddamn nightstand.
“Williams has nothing but praise for you when it comes to the task force you’re heading. He’s not the only one.”
Crew braced. Was Cabrera building him up only to turn around and knock him down? “My team is top-notch.”
“I’m a little biased about one of them.”
“Which one?” he joked.
Cabrera didn’t find that funny. “I trust you’re looking out for her.”
“She doesn’t need it. She’s perfectly capable of doing that on her own.”
“As a father yourself, you know that you never stop worrying. No matter how old they get. No matter how capable they prove themselves to be. She’s still my child. She’s still a part of me. And always will be.”
Crew pulled in a breath at the underlying warning. “I definitely understand that. I have protected my own from the moment they were born and will continue until the moment I stop breathing.”
“As a good father should. And that’s why I’m here. I heard some rumors recently.”
Oh fuck.
“So, I figured I’d come to Pittsburgh to either confirm or dispel them.”
Oh fuck!
“Since neither of the involved parties came to me directly.”
Wait. Was Crew supposed to call Cabrera up and tell the man that he’d been sleeping with his daughter?
Hello, sir? I just wanted to give you the heads up I’ve been banging your daughter.
He assumed Cami would tell her parents about their relationship when she was ready.