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again. Another orgasm ripped through me.
    “John,” I cried out, shattering again.
    My husband looked down at me as I shook beneath him. His body went rigid. Heat rolled off him in waves. With one final thrust, he filled me hotly as he came, his powerful body spasming against me, our orgasms becoming one.
    “Mine,” he said fiercely as he emptied himself into me. Both of us were shaking. “Mine.”
    “Always,” I said, and cradled him against me.

Something So Wrong
    U nfortunately , the honeymoon couldn’t last forever. We left Turks and Caicos and came back to Rhode Island the next day. John’s business, Quinn and Son Enterprises, required his attention.
    John fought bad guys as a Retaliation Operative, alongside Matthew, Sean, Corey, and other hand-picked, military-trained men. Unfortunately for us, bad guys didn’t take holidays, or care that it was our honeymoon.
    So John had to get back to work.
    I wasn’t happy about that for a number of reasons. The most important one was that I was tired of him getting shot at.
    I tried not to think about the new case he was considering as I drove around the property. It was my turn to pick up Matthew from his perimeter scan. Since the house had been broken into, we were taking security much more seriously.
    I spotted all six-foot-five of Matthew jogging alongside the road and sped towards him. Then I whirled the convertible around and slammed on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt on the dirt road. A cloud of dust flew up into Matthew’s face.
    “Get in,” I ordered.
    “The boss lady sure is bossy today,” he said, wiping the dust off, hopping in and grinning at me. When I hit the gas, he clicked his seatbelt.
    “I’m not bossy,” I said, as we cruised down the dirt road to the compound. “I’m upset.”
    “About what?” Matthew asked.
    “The one thing I asked John to avoid, and he’s going back to it,” I huffed.
    “White flour?” He asked, grinning.
    “This isn’t a joke, Matthew,” I wailed. “And I wish I could get him to go back to white flour. ‘Cause maybe then, I could have some, too. Or some processed mac n cheese,” I said, wistfully.
    “So what’s the problem?”
    “Cruz called, remember?” I asked. “John finally talked to him today. He has a friend who owns a club in Vegas. The friend wants to hire John—one of his strippers went missing. They think drug dealers kidnapped her.”
    “Why does Cruz’s friend care about some stripper?” Matthew asked, grinning at me. He was teasing me and I was used to it, but I still thought that maybe I should smack him. Except that it would hurt my hand too much.
    “It’s not a joke, Matthew. She happens to be the mother of his four-month old,” I said, watching the green countryside fly by. I could smell the ocean air even though the view was just out of reach.
    “How’d she get mixed up with the dealers?” He asked.
    “There’s usually only one way to get mixed up with them,” I said, thinking of my mother, who was always mixed up with dealers. I shuddered a little. “We’ll have to find out the details from John. But Matthew, I want you to back me up on this: we’re not taking this case. We’re supposed to find out who stole the necklace from the house and then move onto something else. Something safer. Mall security services, or something.”
    “Um…Liberty?” Matthew said. “No offense, but I’d rather wear women’s thong underwear than be a mall cop.”
    “I can arrange that,” I snapped.
    “Lib. You need to relax a little. John’s not going to do anything you don’t want him to do.” Matthew went quiet then, watching the road.
    “What,” I said, not bothering to make it a question. “You’re trying to say something without actually saying it.”
    Matthew sighed and looked at me. “He’ll do whatever you want. But I don’t think that’s necessarily the best thing for him—or for any of us.”
    “This isn’t just about you having to be a mall cop,