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  Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat back down, but scooted a few inches away from Cam. He didn’t like that at all and made it known with a growl.

  “Ugh, you two seriously need to work on the mate bond soon,” Christina said.

  “Will that make him stop acting like a possessive jerk?” J.D. asked.

  “Not really,” she said with a chuckle. “But maybe you won’t mind so much.”

  “Oh great, you guys are here.” Jason approached them from behind, then sat down next to Christina. “I took care of Roy. Told me his side of the story and got his info. I’m not sure if it’s valuable, but if we need to talk to him again, I can at least get a hold of him. Everyone on the team’s been informed as well and is on the lookout.”

  “Thank you so much, Jason,” J.D. said.

  “I’m afraid there’s not much else we can do,” Christina said. “We don’t have cameras set up here, and there’s just so many people around. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack at this point.”

  “But rest assured, we’ll do our best to find out where these guys are and prevent them from doing this again.” Jason, however, was looking straight at Cam.

  “That sounds great, thank you both.” J.D. sank back into the plush couch.

  “We should get going, I’m exhausted.” Christina stood up slowly, Jason helping her. “The team will update us back home.”

  “I told you we shouldn’t have come,” Jason said. “You’re supposed to be on maternity leave.”

  “You were driving me mad with your hovering,” Christina shot back. “And I can’t just stay in bed for two whole weeks. J.D, Cam, please stay here and enjoy the lounge.”

  “Food and drinks are free, and you know Lennox Corp. always serves the good stuff,” he said with a chuckle. “Call us if you need anything, and J.D.?”

  “Yes?”

  “Welcome to the family, I guess?”

  “Welcome to the—”

  Cam cleared his throat. “Thank you. Both of you. We’ll be in touch.”

  The couple strode away, leaving them alone. She was ready to do battle, but Cam surprised her by speaking first.

  “I’m sorry, J.D.,” he said. “When I couldn’t find you, I went crazy. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you and Roy were doing anything wrong.”

  His apology had somehow knocked her defenses down. “I was lucky he was there at the right time and the right place. I fell, and so of course, he helped me up. I was shocked and scared and he—”

  “I know.” His jaw clenched. “And that’s what angered me. That I wasn’t there to prevent those bastards from hurting you.”

  Oh, Cam. She scooted closer to him. “You can’t be with me twenty-four seven. Sometimes, things just happen. And I’m tough, okay? Been taking care of myself for a long time, I could have shifted and escaped. Besides, if those guys had succeeded, I’m pretty sure you would have done anything you could to get me back.”

  “Nothing would have stopped me.” His chest rumbled, and a growl from his bear rattled in his throat.

  Her cat, the silly thing, swooned with giddiness. Arms came around her, then Cam pulled her onto his lap.

  “We’re not alone in here, you know,” she said, eyes darting to the other people in the lounge.

  “I don’t care.” He pulled her head down to meet his mouth in a rough, possessive kiss that stoked a fire in her. “J.D., I need you so bad. Need to be with you.” The brush of his erection against her made her gasp. “Need to be inside you.”

  “Then what are we waiting for? Take me home, champ.”

  Chapter Ten

  Driving back to his penthouse took every ounce of concentration he had left. With J.D. right next to him, it was difficult not to just pull over to the side of the road and haul her onto his lap and have his way with her.

  Perhaps the roller coaster of emotions from tonight had something to do with it, but he didn’t care why. He wanted J.D. to be his, irrevocably. To bond with her and make her his forever.

  Things at the carnival had been going marvelously at first. He still couldn’t believe that despite everything he did and what she knew, J.D. still wanted to work things out.

  And that’s why he went into a panic when he saw Jason and Christina Lennox. They would recognize him, of course, and J.D. would have more questions. Coward that he was, he didn’t want to think about the consequences of another lie of omission, so he escaped.

  He was about halfway toward the game booths when he realized he owed her the truth. Not only about Natalia and his family obligations, but his connections to the Lennoxes that she would undoubtedly uncover anyway.

  He sought out Jason and Christina, but they hadn’t seen her at all. He didn’t know why, but he started to panic. Then she showed up from out of nowhere, and when he saw she’d been hurt, his polar bear had gone crazy. And it didn’t help that the other male had his scent all over her.

  His bear chuffed, still miffed at him. That man did save her, he tried to reason, but his animal wouldn’t hear any of it. No one touched their mate.

  J.D. let out a whistle that jolted him out of his thoughts. “Nice digs,” she said as they pulled up to his sleek and modern building.

  I should tell her the truth.

  His bear roared in protest, as if to say, no. Mate now. Truth later.

  “It’s a rental,” he mumbled as he went into the garage and pulled into his spot. When he turned off the engine, he turned to her. “J.D., I—”

  “Shush!” She pressed a finger to his lips. “If you’re going to ask me if I’ve changed my mind, I haven’t.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Spenser, I swear to God, if you don’t take me up to your place now, I’m going to—”

  Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he pulled her in for a deep kiss. “All right,” he breathed as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Let’s go.”

  He led her to the elevators and up to his floor, then dragged her to his door. As soon as it opened, he pushed her inside and kissed her, not bothering to turn on any lights as they could both see in the dark anyway.

  Their hands fumbled at each other’s clothing, as if competing on who could undress who first. Jackets, shirts, and trousers were left in a trail across the hardwood floor. Scooping her up into his arms, he was about to head to the bedroom but decided it was too far and so deposited her on the massive sectional couch in the living room. Putting his glasses aside, he knelt in front of her and pushed her knees apart. God, her smell was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help himself as he slipped his hands under her ass and hauled her to his mouth.

  “Cam!” she cried out as he mouthed her through the damp cotton of her panties. He teased her, running his tongue along the nearly transparent fabric that showed off the outline of her slick lips. Hooking his finger along one side of her underwear, he exposed her so he could taste her naked pussy, the juices wetting his lips and chin, the thatch of blonde curls tickling his nose. Lord, I could do this all day. Her sweet nectar would be all he needed to survive.

  Her hips lifted up, so he helped her by slipping her underwear off to give him better access. “That’s a good girl,” he said as her thighs parted wider. He slipped a finger in her and had her whimpering and squirming in minutes. “Come, love,” he said, before leaning forward to clamp his mouth around her engorged clit.

  “Nggghh!” Fingers grabbed at his hair and pulled as her body shook with her orgasm. He lapped at her as he continued to fuck her with his finger, wanting to feel her clamping around him. His cock went hard as steel, throbbing and aching in want.

  With a grunt, he lifted her up again, turned around, and sat back on the couch. As her legs moved to straddle him, he pulled her bra cups down to expose her breasts. He cupped them, and she shivered as his thumbs rubbed her large nipples to hardness. Unable to help himself, he took one in his mouth. Fuck, they tasted even better than he’d remembered.

  He continued to tease her nipples with his tongue, switc
hing sides to give them equal attention. J.D. was practically melting in his lap, her naked pussy rubbing over his erection, making the front of his briefs wet with her juices.

  “Goddammit, Cam, I need you to fuck me now,” she groaned. “Need that magnificent cock of yours in me … ohhh!” She let out a yelp when he gave her left nipple a gentle nip. “Stop teasing …”

  “Hmmm.” Pulling away from her nipples, he brushed a thumb over her lower lip. “Such a dirty pretty mouth you have. I bet you could do so many more things with it than talk.”

  “Only things you can dream of, champ.”

  He attempted to dip his thumb into her mouth, but she responded with a nip of her teeth. “Are you going to make me earn this pretty mouth?”

  “What do you think?”

  The defiant look in her eyes made him want her even more. “Oh, I’ll have you on your knees and that mouth on my cock,” he growled. “You’ll beg me for it.”

  “Fuck, you quiet types always have the dirtiest mouths, don’t you?” She was practically panting as she reached between them to take his cock out of his underwear, and he helped her by lifting his hips. But he barely had his underwear down to his knees when she pointed the tip of his cock at her entrance.

  “J. … D.!” he moaned as she sank down on him slowly. Her grip around him was like a vice, and it took all his energy and focus not to lose control right then and there. “Love … please.”

  She let out a triumphant little sigh as she finally took him all in. “So … full. How the heck did we …”

  “You were made for me,” he crooned into her hair as he placed his hands on her hips. “So good.”

  “Cam,” she purred. “Oh, Cam.” Her hips began to move. Slowly, but tentatively, in a slow rhythm that would surely drive him mad. And he didn’t care. He was mad—crazy for her.

  As she pistoned up and down, her pace quickening, he kissed every inch of her he could reach. Her face, her neck, those spectacular nipples that haunted his dreams. She seemed to enjoy it as she gripped his shoulders. When he bit at her neck, she let out a snarl, her nails digging painfully into his flesh as she squeezed around him tighter. God, she was unlike anything he’d experienced before. But he needed more. The primal, base urge inside him needed to show her who was in charge around here.

  A surprised yelp escaped her mouth as he flipped her over without withdrawing. He pinned her to the couch, hands gripping her wrists as he put them over her head. She let out a savage growl, but that only spurred him more. Putting her wrists together with one hand, he kept her restrained, while his free hand roamed lower, teasing her breasts and abdomen until they reached his intended destination. He plucked at her clit and she let out a howl which he captured with his mouth as he moved in and out of her with a ferocious intensity he’d never displayed before.

  He wanted her—all of her. Her sweet body, her surrender. The little minx wasn’t giving up so easily, which he loved. She thrust her hips up at him, like he wasn’t already fucking her hard, and her teeth nipped at him. God, she was a treasure. It only made him thrust harder into her, her moans and cries filling the room.

  She was no longer fighting him, and instead, worked with him, their bodies in complete rhythm, reaching for that peak they both wanted. Nails scratched down his back so deeply it would surely leave marks. Her wrists would be bruised from the way he held her so tight, but neither cared. Because they were so close.

  “Cam!” she burst out as her body began to shudder.

  He held on as long as he could so he could watch her reach the peak. It was a thing of beauty, to see her eyes close, face twist in pleasure, her head thrown back, her tight passage squeezing him as she came. When she opened those beautiful, passion-filled eyes and stared up at him, that’s when he lost it. The pressure that had been building up in his body released, the pleasure zinging up his spine and directly to his brain. His orgasm hit him so hard he lost feeling in his limbs for a second, every nerve ending fried as it concentrated on his groin. He held on to her as tight as he could, trying to ride out the wave as she squeezed her muscles tight around him. For a moment, he thought he had truly died and gone to heaven.

  He must have fallen on top of her, because when he regained his senses, their bodies were plastered together. Though he had dominated her in those last moments, he wondered who truly conquered whom.

  “Cam? Would you mind …?”

  Reluctantly, he separated from her, his cock softening as he pulled out of her. J.D.’s body slick with sweat and thighs painted with his seed was a sight he would never forget, and hopefully, something he would see again.

  “I—hey!” she chuckled as he pulled her up for a long, languid kiss. “Hmmm … that was something.”

  “Indeed,” he murmured against her mouth. “Um, let me get some towels to refresh us. Or would you like to take a shower?”

  “Shower? Why go through the trouble when we’re going to get sweaty again anyway,” she said slyly looking down at his cock, which was now half hard again just from their kiss.

  God, he wanted her again. Wanted her more than anything. “Good point. Let me get those towels and we can go to the bedroom.”

  He headed to the guest bathroom and grabbed the two hand towels hanging on the rack. When he came out to the living room, he saw that she was no longer on the couch. Instead, she had put on his shirt and stood by the baby grand piano in the corner of the living room, her fingers running over the ivory keys.

  “It came with the apartment,” he said.

  “Oh, so you don’t play?”

  “Well …” Striding over to her, he sat down on the bench, then pulled her to his lap, arms on either side of her. “The opportunity to work in the mountain came at such short notice, so I had no choice but to find a flat online before I got here. It didn’t matter to me which one, but the piano definitely cemented my decision to rent this one.” His fingers landed on the keys, as he began to play the very first piece he’d learned “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

  “Wow,” she said, leaning back into him. “You’re good.”

  “My grandparents insisted I learn during the summers spent with them, among other things. Chess, languages, different sports. They wanted to make sure I received a well-rounded education.” He switched to a more complicated piece, one of his favorites: Liebesträum No. 3 in A-flat Major by Franz Liszt.

  “That’s so beautiful.” She rubbed the side of her cheek against his arm. “But so sad. Do you know anything happier?”

  He smiled to himself, then transitioned to Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 16 in C Major, following it with “Flight of the Bumblebee” just for fun, which was a feat considering she was between his arms, but he managed to finish the piece.

  Turning in his lap, she straddled him so they came face-to-face. “Show off.” She smirked at him. “Do you know anything from the last century?”

  “Ah, that I can do.” He kissed her nose, then put his fingers to the keys again and tinkled out an intro that he hoped she would recognize.

  Instantly, her mouth formed a perfect O, and her breath hitched. “That’s my dad’s favorite song,” she breathed, her eyes shimmering. “New York State of Mind.”

  “I figured it would be.” It wasn’t hard to figure out, with the posters in the office, but he was glad that he, as the Americans would say, nailed it.

  Silently, she wound her arms around him and lay her cheek on his shoulder. He continued playing until he finished the song, and silence filled the room when the last echo faded. They sat there, unmoving, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing and heartbeats.

  “Thank you,” she finally said. “That was … amazing.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “You don’t sing, do you?” she asked, pulling away and looking up at him. “Because that would be so unfair.”

  He laughed, then moved his hands from the piano to her thighs, pressing them tight around his waist before standing up.

  “Where are we goin
g?”

  He maneuvered them around the piano and began to walk toward the direction of the master bedroom. “As much as I want to admire your naked bottom as you’re bent over that magnificent instrument, I’d also like to see what it’s like to make love to you on a proper mattress.”

  She laughed. “All right, Romeo. Take me to your bed.”

  Waking with J.D. every day for an entire week was perhaps the best feeling in the world. It was even better this morning, because neither of them worked today, he could quietly admire her without worrying about having to get up and get ready. She looked gorgeous, all that messy curly hair spilled over his arm as her nose nuzzled at his side, the curves of her body fitting perfectly into him. He loved to watch her, trace his eyes over her perfect skin and the green ink of the leaves curling around her bicep. When he’d asked her about it, she didn’t hesitate to tell him that she’d gotten it in memory of her beloved mother, Ivy. After her father died, she added a few vines that spelled out “J.D.”, which had also been his initials.

  There was a contentment inside him he’d never felt before. His polar bear, too, let out a satisfied rumble.

  Yes, this was all worth it. Even doing all the Christmas stuff with her. J.D. just about tried his patience, wanting to go to the Winter Carnival nearly every night, gorging on sweet and fried snacks, buying all kinds of Christmas ornaments that they would eventually hang on the already heaving tree at her house. When she ran out of space on her tree, she insisted on getting him one. Though he was resistant at first, he eventually relented and allowed her to put one up in his living room, and they decorated it together.

  However, lurking in the back of his mind was that one thing he still hadn’t told her about, despite spending every free moment he had with her. His bear snorted. It didn’t want him to rock the boat, especially since the bond had not yet formed, and there was a possibility they could still lose her.

  But when would the bond happen, exactly? He wondered if he could interview Damon and Gabriel to find out more about how they formed the bond with their respective mates.