Her heart plummeted to her feet. She understood him wanting to keep her safe because she felt the same way about him. That’s why she hadn’t left him when he told her to leave at the port. But it still hurt to hear that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to accept her career.

She swallowed the threatening tears. “It doesn’t happen often, and most of the time you won’t even know until the story airs. As much as I want you to accept it, I understand how you feel. But before we return home, you need to decide if you’re willing to try to make our marriage work or whether we should go our own separate ways.”

He plunged one hand in her hair and slipped the other around her back to press her against him. “I don’t need time because I’ve already made my decision. I love you, Rachel Bradford, and I’m not letting you go.”

“I love you too. And I love my new name, although you should know, I’m keeping my professional name, Rachel Dawson. But that wasn’t the name my parents gave me. I chose it when I was eighteen after watching Titanic. Before that, I was Rachel Kaczynski.”

His lips captured hers in a soft kiss. When he pulled his mouth away, he smiled. “You can call yourself whatever you want, so long as I can call you mine.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

RACHEL RODE HIS cock, swiveling her hips then raising herself up on his hard length before slamming back down. Sweat slickened both their bodies from their hours of furious fucking. He’d already brought her to an orgasm both when he’d eaten her out and when he’d taken her ass while her pussy was full of an ice-cold glass dildo. He’d lubed up her chest and smashed her tits together, sliding his cock between them and bringing himself to an explosive climax, ropes of hot semen marking her breasts, neck, and chin.

Her nipples had turned a dark red from the sucking, licking, and biting he’d done to them, and she was pretty sure he’d left bruises on her inner thighs from the force of his thrusts. Her hair was a mess, she hadn’t slept a wink yet, her interview was in two hours, and she never wanted to leave this bed.

After they’d returned to Paradise Lost from the FBI office, she’d quickly showered then made all the necessary phone calls to set up this afternoon’s interview. Her boss had assured her he’d never believed all the reports accusing her of murder and that he’d been fielding phone calls from other networks and news outlets all week hoping for an interview with her. She was a hot commodity right now, and once today’s interview aired with the senator, she might finally have made a big enough name for herself to catch New York’s attention.

But now that the opportunity loomed, she wasn’t sure she wanted New York anymore. While her job was important to her, it was no longer the only thing in her life. Over the past few days, she realized she’d used her career to keep herself from forming any meaningful relationships so that she wouldn’t risk losing her heart. But she had formed relationships anyway. She had friends in Kate, Lisa, Danielle, and Gracie. And despite her best effort to avoid it, she had fallen in love. Her career fulfilled her, but it didn’t make her happy. If she took a job in New York and moved away from those she loved, she’d be leaving a huge piece of her heart behind.

A hard smack on her ass tore her from her thoughts.

“Am I boring you?” Logan asked with a grin.

She flattened her palms on his chest. “No. I was just thinking how much I love you.”

He reached up and tugged the ends of her hair. “I love you too. And I’m about to show you how much.”

She squealed as he suddenly rolled them over so he was on top of her. He pushed her thighs farther apart and drove his cock back inside her, moving annoyingly slow. “I’ve fucked my wife all afternoon. Now I want to make love to her.”

“Missionary? Isn’t that a little vanilla?”

His heated gaze snared hers. “There’s nothing vanilla about my rock-solid dick inside your snug wet pussy. But sometimes, I want to slow things down, look into my wife’s eyes, and breathe her in.”

He kissed her, their lips and tongues coming together in a sensual mating. In a leisurely rhythm, their bodies joined again and again, every downward stroke of his cock bumping against her clit. Hot pleasure coursed through her pussy, driving her higher toward climax.

Pulling back from the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes, their breathing in sync as if passing their breaths back and forth between one another.

His cock twitched inside her, signaling her to his impending orgasm. The muscles around his eyes trembled as if he was about to lose control, but he didn’t close his eyes or look away. She drowned in the love reflecting in his gaze.

His hand snaked down between their bodies and to her clit, where he pinched it between his fingers. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the intensity, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open as a climax crashed into her without warning, the muscles in her pussy clenching hard on his cock. As waves of contractions racked her pussy, she watched as Logan lost himself in his own orgasm. His face contorted and his body shook before he collapsed on her with a low moan.

A minute later, he rolled off her, shifting them so her head rested on his chest. His fingers played with her nipple, his half-hard cock thickening against her thigh. The man was insatiable, but she’d never complain. He took her lips, forcing them apart. She couldn’t get enough of him, would never tire of his touch.

Knocking on their door broke their revelry. “Logan, we need to talk.”

Logan groaned, catching the come dripping down her thigh with his fingers and pushing it back inside her pussy. He finger-fucked her, the sound of her wet tissues sucking those digits inside filling the room. “Not now, Sawyer. I need some alone time with my wife.”

“You guys need to come to Tech Central,” Sawyer said through the door. “We’ve got something you have to see.”

His fingers stilled. “Fine. Give us five minutes.” With a sigh, he pulled them out of her pussy and into her mouth. “Clean them off,” he ordered.

Sometimes, she didn’t mind his bossiness.

Sticky and sweaty, they took another quick shower before dressing and heading down the hall to meet the guys. Now that the sexual high was wearing off, she wondered what was so important that Sawyer felt the need to interrupt them.

Sawyer, Oz, Rowan, and Hunter stopped their conversation the minute she and Logan stepped into the room.

Oz grinned at them. “Congratulations on your marriage.” He sniffed and pretended to dab his eyes. “It was a lovely ceremony. The only thing missing was your best man, Oz.”

Hunter punched Oz in the arm. “What makes you think you would have been best man? Maybe Logan would’ve asked me.”

Sawyer grinned widely. “Judging by the sounds coming from your room, it’s too late to get the marriage annulled, so I’m guessing you’ve decided to stay married?”

She and Logan shared a glance. He looped his arm around her and tugged her into his side. “Why fight the inevitable?” He kissed her cheek before giving his friends a scowl. “Mind telling me what was so important you felt the need to interrupt our honeymoon?”

Rowan motioned to his computer. “I was able to trace the money given to Fink’s mother. Whoever was behind everything really tried to keep it buried. There were several layers between the origination and the final destination. It came from a PAC Fund called A Better Tomorrow and was listed under an unclassifiable consulting expenditure.”

Her neck prickled with heat while a chill passed through her. Political action committees were primarily formed to pool campaign contributions and to donate those funds to help elect chosen political candidates.