Sinful Like Us Read online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #5)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 148434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
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I almost shake my head again because I still feel like I let her down.

Gently, I place my hand on the top of her beating heart, and I stare deep into her tearful gaze. “You’re my duty. My heart, and you come first.”

“You think you put me second or third tonight?” She frowns. “You didn’t, Thatcher. I was safe.” She clutches my jaw stronger. “Your entire life is built on service to others. I don’t want different. I don’t need different. I need you exactly as you are, just as you’ve loved me as exactly as I am.”

It crashes against me. There are no words.

I wipe her face; she wipes mine.

And in this moment, I let go of the seven-ton guilt I was ready to bear. Our breaths come heavy, and then I just bring her lips to mine. Her fingers coil around my hair while I deepen the kiss. Sensual and slow, eking out emotion that strings me to her and her to me.

* * *

We break apart when SFO spills into my hospital room. They all ask how I’m doing, and I tell them, “I’m good.” Coffees are passed around.

Toothpick between his teeth, Banks comes closer, and we share a look that says, you’re my brother. I love you. It’s simple and silent.

We’ve never needed to say much for the other to understand.

Heaviness leaves, and as Banks passes, he yanks down my pants and spanks my bare ass. “Looking good, Cinderella.”

A shadow of a smile plays at my mouth.

Half the room laughs. Flush creeps on Jane’s neck, trying not to look at my dick, and after I raise my pants loosely on my waist, she smooths her lips together and braves a glance at my crotch.

Standing next to her, I whisper, “It’s yours.”

She heats. “Forever?”

“Forever,” I confirm.

Jane sips her coffee, smiling. “I like it up here.” She’s still on the stepstool, surveying SFO bodyguards and Maximoff as they gather around. “You and Banks have a nice view.”

My lip wants to lift.

Mood is light, but tense as the room quiets and everyone glances to each other.

We’ve experienced a lot of shit as a team and with our clients, but a fire that took down a whole house—that’s new terrain we just crossed together.

Akara steps into the middle. He snaps his fingers to his palm. “We have a lot to cover.” He’s including Jane and Maximoff in this impromptu security meeting. “First, I’m opening the floor for questions.”

I have one. “Any word on the cause of the fire?”

“Electrical?” Donnelly leans on the bathroom door.

“It’s an old house,” Oscar agrees, eating a mini-can of Pringles. “Kitchen appliance could’ve blown a fuse.”

Quinn slouches forward on a chair. “Why didn’t the fire alarm go off?”

Maximoff is rigid and stares hard at the ground, and everyone goes quiet. That question hit a nerve. I should’ve rechecked the alarm too.

We all lived there with people we love and take care of—but we can’t go back. Pushing forward is all we have. And I’m snapped to.

Farrow has an arm around his fiancé’s waist. “The batteries were fairly new.”

“Fire alarms malfunction sometimes,” Banks says with the lift of a shoulder. “It’s not that uncommon.”

“Oui.” Jane nods resolutely.

I narrow my eyes on Akara.

His brows are scrunched, looking concerned. “Police are opening an investigation, guys. They’re not ruling out arson.”

It tanks the room like dumbbells hitting the bottom of an ocean.

I scrape my hand over my unshaven jaw, tugging my fucking IV cords. I untangle them. “Any security footage?”

“Damaged.”

Jane frowns. “But it still could potentially be electrical?”

“Yeah,” Akara says. “That’s likely, but we won’t know for sure until the police report.” He looks around. “Any other questions?”

Oscar raises a hand. “Our favorite doctor over here”—he gestures to Farrow, who rolls his eyes—“told me Tony wants back on-duty tomorrow. Is that happening?”

I swallow a rough cough in the back of my throat. Truth is, I ran into Tony earlier. We were waiting for chest X-rays together.

I was quiet.

He was quiet, until he said, “Thanks.” Curt. To the fucking point, and I nodded in reply.

I didn’t need more. Could’ve been fine with less.

Before the fire, he only had three days left as Jane’s bodyguard. Did I know he wanted back tomorrow so he could finish out her detail?

Hell no.

I would’ve said something to him. Like fuck you.

My hand is clamped on my mouth. I’m motionless. Waiting for the gavel to drop.

“I talked to Alpha and Epsilon,” Akara says, voice tight. “And to put this lightly, the leads admire that Tony was willing to risk his life for a client’s pet.”

Half the room restrains groans, the other half are eye-rolling around the world.

I’m glaring.

“It’s not ideal,” Akara agrees.

Oscar swigs coffee. “We’re not wishing the guy seven months in the ICU. We just want to know if he’s coming back tomorrow.”

“If the doctors clear Tony, he’s allowed on-duty.”



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