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she missed him so much.
    Then they cut away to a reporter out on the courthouse steps, alongside B roll footage of Conrad and his team members being arrested.
    “We’re moments away from a verdict,” the reporter chimed. “In what has become known as the Bulwark scandal.”
    Eve stroked her arm under the covers, feeling the cool sheets beside her, his absence so palpable.
    “The jury has been out deliberating for three days now, but they’ve just handed word to Judge Lanscombe that they are ready to come back in.”
    The door opened and Eve looked that way.
    Brandon hopped back to the bed and climbed in, shivering.
    “You’ve been gone for ages,” she cooed in mock annoyance.
    “Sorry.”
    He snuggled up beside her and hugged her tight, and she felt the cold of his skin against her flesh.
    “You’re freezing,” she yelped in amusement.
    “I know, warm me up.”
    They held one another as they watched the TV, watched the denouement of months of work unfold before them.
    A prepared piece played, outlining the whole scenario in case anyone in the city had been asleep for the past three months. And then it cut back to the reporter on the steps, his finger in one ear as he listened.
    “We can go back now to the courtroom.”
    The picture changed to a series of coloured bars, which were quickly replaced by the image from the static video camera in the corner of the courtroom. It was aimed at the judge.
    And in the next few moments, the verdict was handed down.
    All of them, guilty, on all counts.
    Was it ever in doubt?
    Eve clicked the TV off and rolled onto her elbow, looking deep into Brandon’s eyes, before glancing down to the toned shape of his chest. She could still see the bruises there, even though they had long since vanished. It had been the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, watching on as he took a beating. And when that gun came out and aimed at his head, it was only seconds before the SWAT team descended.
    He had been so close to death.
    She blinked away the tears in her eyes and leaned down to plant a soft, loving kiss on his lips.
    He kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her on top of his body. His tongue probed deeply into her mouth, and she felt his prick rising and stiffening, trapped between their bodies. Her nipples grew too, poking into his chest, letting him know her body was responding and ready for anything.
    They had both wondered if the intensity of their initial relationship had anything to do with the circumstances under which it was forged. But after it had all calmed down, after the bruises had faded, what was left was even more powerful and all encompassing than before. They hadn’t been apart since.
    His hands snaked down her back, raking his nails against the flesh of her spine, making her shiver into the kiss, before he found each of her buttocks and gripped them firmly. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, letting the breath rasp through her nostrils, encouraging him further. His fingers pulled her cheeks apart, and as he sucked her tongue hard, he found her asshole and massaged it with the tips of his two middle fingers.
    She moaned into the kiss, her whole body melting into his, and her hips began to rock, slowly rubbing her clit against his trapped prick, loving the massage her asshole was getting now.
    Their kiss slowed and she pulled her face up from his, getting lost in his eyes, before sighing and saying, “I love you.”
    He spanked her once, hard, making her screech with delight.
    “I love you too,” he said and rolled her onto her back, sliding his head down, planting dozens of tiny kisses on her chest, until his mouth reached her left breast, and he suckled her nipple deep into his mouth, flicking and teasing it with his tongue, before biting it gently, just as his middle finger found her clit.
    She gasped, her back arching and lifting her ass from the mattress.
    He giggled at the intense reaction, and pushed his finger easily into her wet