Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Pretty boy didn’t say we, he said I. Then promptly ignored Dev again.
Dev’s eyes narrowed as the pretty boy and one of the other two men moved the sofa toward the building.
With a smirk, he plodded a slow gait inside, cutting off the moving team from entering first. His only excuse for his rude behavior—other than rude being his default choice—was he suddenly realized he didn’t appreciate being ignored.
Especially with such a monster hard-on tightening his jeans.
The guys followed behind him, up the staircase. He moved methodically, step by step, reaching for his house key.
He wondered how heavy that sofa really was. But they didn’t complain.
“You’re my neighbor?” the pretty boy called out in a friendly tone. “I’m Cash Ryan.”
Dev looked over his shoulder, continuing to cut them off from crossing the landing to the other apartment on the second floor. This Cash Ryan must be renting the unit directly across from his. Pretty boy held the bulk of the sofa from the rear, still only halfway up the stairs.
For the third time in a matter of minutes, Dev’s head cleared.
It startled and confused him to have so much silence in a place that typically rivaled noise levels in Grand Central Station.
He didn’t care for confusing. Especially not today.
His damn cock sure didn’t seem to mind, though. It had only grown more painful at the sound of the deep, inviting voice.
“I own the buildin’,” he finally said, gathering his wits as he opened his apartment door. He still paused before stepping inside, finally letting them by with the couch.
When Cash passed him, he stuck out a hand. “I’ll be quiet. Barely know I’m here.”
Dev looked the guy up and down before taking his offered hand. The face did hold up to the rest of the physique. A strong, clean-shaven jaw, perfect pouty lips, a straight nose that might have shown hints of a break sometime in his life, big green eyes, and short, chestnut-colored hair. Fuck, he was beautiful in a highlands kind of way.
“Can’t say the same for me,” Dev answered.
Their eyes met and held. The handshake lasted for what seemed like forever. All the pain and suffering of the last few weeks instantly vanished. His breath slowed and his senses went on high alert.
In that moment, his dick wasn’t his guide. He was being filled from the inside out with a sense of peace that was fucking weird.
Cash didn’t shy away from Dev’s boldness. He let go of his hand and started walking away, the sofa taking all his attention again. Dev watched that ass go. The man wore his clothes so tight he could make out the crease bisecting his ass cheeks.
The sizzle he’d been missing for a while now flared, burning a trail of desire over every fiber of his body.
Oh hell. Dev made himself go fully inside the apartment, still staring at the guy’s ass as he slowly closed the door. A pretty boy next door. Maybe the universe did like him after all.
~~~
The apartment building’s back door swung shut behind Cash, plunging him into the pitch-dark interior. If creepiness were a factor in judging how empty the building was at the moment, then he was indeed very alone. However, his handler hid inside Cash’s apartment above.
Out of all the scenarios Cash had conjured in his overly active imagination about the sexy Devin Fox, he never imagined how bad a landlord he would be. This building wasn’t fit for tenants. Besides the property being in one hell of a bad part of town, there were zero security measures to keep the occupants safe. Anyone could pick the basic lock on both the front and back doors in about five seconds flat.
The fancy new BMW they’d assigned him to help cement his undercover profession as a medical consultant wouldn’t last a week without an attempted theft in this neighborhood.
All his intuitive gauges pinged in the red zone. He couldn’t muster a single good feeling about any of this, and that was with the constant security surveillance team sent with him by the attorney general’s office.
His AGEOS partner, Special Agent David Durham, had worked with him on his last two assignments. There were three total on David’s security team, including David, who was tasked with the responsibility of providing protection for Cash. Right now, they were secretly set up in a rental across the street that offered full sightlines. Yet Cash still felt completely exposed.
He envisioned about ninety different ways this could go very wrong.
No question, someone in the local division was playing games with this case. It could easily be to the detriment of his entire team.
The mismanagement pissed Cash off, and he couldn’t wait for his check-in with the AG’s office.
This dereliction of duty in securing him a reasonable place to execute his undercover assignment was about the only thing that could take his mind off the sizzle that had ignited deep within him whenever he remembered the way his hand felt inside Dev’s for the first time.