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“How did this get so big?” she whispered.

“It always does,” he smirked. “I’ve watched the older men, my father, and others, for years. They think something will be simple, and it never turns out that way.”

“I keep thinking about how desperate they must have been to start doing what they’re doing. I know that Myrtle and Mac both lost spouses. Helen lost her husband. I know they probably heard from others in the bridge club who had experienced the same. But to turn to bank robbery is pretty damn desperate.”

“Which only solidifies how big this problem really is,” said Sebastian. “Have you spoken to Maddie? How is she feeling?” Emelia rolled on her side, staring down at his face with a big smile.

“She’s doing great. Four healthy boys. They’ve already put her on bed rest, but she’s working from her bed, of course,” she laughed. “I can’t wait for us to have kids.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing her. “What do you say we practice that now?”

“I say yes,” she purred against his lips.

Sebastian was good at many things, but the way he used his mouth on her body made Em sing. He had the lightest bit of scruff on his face that always tickled her in the right way, teasing her body, her insides always quivering, begging for more.

She never slighted him, either. She enjoyed oral sex with Sebastian. He’d been the first man she ever attempted oral with, and he would definitely be the last. His thick cock, with its perfect purple head, just seemed to scream at her.

Working together these last few days had been difficult. Just as she was focused on work, he’d walk by with his snug jeans, and all she would see was the outline of him.

Sebastian gripped her breasts, massaging as his thumbs and forefingers twisted and tweaked her nipples. For Emelia, it was the thing that always sent her over the edge. Some days, she really believed she might have an orgasm just with breast play.

But they weren’t done. She’d had her orgasm, and he was always determined to give her another while he worked toward his own. Emelia climbed on his body, straddling his hips and lowering herself down, down, down until her breath caught in her throat.

“Why do you have to be so damn big?” she gasped.

“Why are you so perfectly fucking tight?” he growled. “Fuck, baby. That’s so flawless, so right. Keep it up, keep rocking, Em.” He gripped her hips, slamming her harder against him as his body fired upward, driving into her. Flipping her to her back, he pushed her knees toward her own shoulders, opening her wider for him.

“Sebastian!” she gasped. He couldn’t even respond. So breathless and lost in the feelings, his voice wouldn’t come. But his body did.

Slowly, he lowered her legs, letting them adjust to their natural position once again. Laying his forehead to hers, his breathing evened out, and he began kissing her, tasting her sweetness. She smiled up at him as her fingers trailed through his hair.

“I think we need another shower,” she smiled.

“No fucking way. We get in that shower, and I’m going to fuck you all night long. I want to wake up and smell me on you. We’ll shower in the morning.”

“Won’t we want to fuck again in the morning?” she asked with a coy grin.

“Damn right, we will.”

Although they both slept like babies, waking up to news from the home team wasn’t exactly what they wanted. Showered, dressed, and enjoying breakfast, Chief and Hex walked toward the team, frowning.

“What the fuck now?” asked Baptiste.

“We need to find these people now,” said Hex.

“We know that,” said Emelia. “We’re trying. Is there something we don’t know about?”

“A lot,” said Hex. “Hiro and the team found some additional information that we didn’t know before. Helen, Ed, Myrtle, and Mac all have terminal illnesses. Mac is dying of COPD, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. It’s advanced, and he can’t get all the meds he needs. Ed has stage three liver cancer. Inoperable. Myrtle has Alzheimer’s.”

“And Helen?” asked Emelia, somewhat concerned.

“She has kidney failure, honey. She’s had it for years, but the dialysis is no longer working. She needs a kidney transplant, but older patients are lower on the list,” said Chief.

“What about the ex-cop? What about Jeffrey?” asked Sebastian.

“Nothing that we can find yet. That feels odd all by itself.” Hex stared at the group. “I think we’ve got to follow more of the trail and see if we can find them. Are you all staying here to make more calls?”

“Nowhere else to be,” smiled Matthew. “We’ll be here when you get back.”