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“Because it could be dangerous,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” Riley nudged me. “Let the big, strong man open it.”
“If it was dangerous, wouldn’t the scans have shown that?”
“That’s beside the point. Don’t you see? We don’t know what’s in here, and I wouldn’t be a man if I let you do the honors and potentially put yourself in harm’s way.”
IRIS pulled up an image on the screen and looked at us. “I can tell you right now what’s in it.”
“Don’t!” Dash shouted, nearly scaring the shit out of me. “I want to be surprised.”
Kavanaugh ripped open the top of the box, tearing the tape from the edges. Paper spilled out on the floor from the rough handling, and I bent over to see what it was.
The paper was in shreds, and as I turned it over and stared at the typing, it was clear what this was. “It looks like he got the paperwork.”
“For what?” Kavanaugh asked.
“Our divorce.”
“He was never good at handling the hard stuff,” Riley muttered.
“He knew it was coming.”
“Yeah, and he took it really well the first time,” she said, shooting me a pointed look, which I chose to ignore. The last thing I needed was Kavanaugh to find out about my rescuer who saved me in the alley when Shawn lost his shit.
“Well, at least I know what’s going on. Thanks,” I smiled, heading for the door.
“Wait!” Kavanaugh called, chasing after me. “Let me walk you out.”
I smiled at him, seeing right through his words. “Sure.”
8
KAVANAUGH
The doorpractically splintered open behind her as I shoved her through the door, my mouth fused to hers. She gasped against my lips as I tore her shirt over her head, kicking the door shut behind us. Her fingers grasped my belt, tearing it open and snatching the zipper that came way too close to taking out my already throbbing cock.
“Isla,” I breathed, skimming my lips down her throat. I trailed my hand up her breast, cupping her in my palm before continuing a path up to her throat. “Fuck, I need you.”
“When did you get so muscular?” she asked, kissing my muscles as she tore my shirt from my body. Literally. It was torn in half in shreds on the floor.
“After—” I muttered, unable to tear myself away from her long enough to answer.
I grasped her ass in my hands, lifting her up around my waist. Spinning her around, I knocked a lamp to the floor. I tripped over the edge of the floor rug and sent us sprawling to the ground, just barely catching her head before it smacked into the hardwood.
“Sorry about…the lamp,” I said while kissing a path down her chest to her jeans.
“Not mine,” she answered breathlessly.
Her jeans were unbuckled and torn from her body in less than three seconds. I didn’t take the opportunity to check out how she looked naked. I was too desperate to be inside her. My cock was leaking already at the feel of her body against mine. I ripped her panties and settled between her legs, groaning when I felt how wet she was for me.
“Remind me to ask you when the hell you got so fucking hot,” I murmured against her lips.
“Later,” she gasped, swallowing my groan as I thrust inside her.
She cried out, her nails clawing down my back. Fuck, this was heaven. I grabbed her leg and dragged it up around my hip, getting to my knees as I continued to rail her. Her ass was suspended in the air as I pounded into her over and over again, but it wasn’t enough. I yanked her up against me, then turned her and bent her over the arm of the old couch. Her hand shot out, gripping the back of it as I thrust inside her again.
I slid my hands around to her front, pinching her nipples. Fuck, she had amazing tits. After this round, I was going to take my time, memorizing every fucking inch of her body.