Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
I know the moment Lori is awake for no reason other than I just know. “You’re awake,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck, aware that she no longer smells like flowers, but rather like me, which I’ll take over those sweet flowers any day of any week.
“I’m awake,” she confirms, rotating to look at me, her hand settling on my jaw, fingers raspy over my stubble; her hair wild and sexy, her mascara smudged under her eyes. “And this,” she says. “is me in makeup that I have worn for twenty-four hours, and through too much tequila, and a lot of rolling around in this bed with you.”
“The only thing better,” I say, kissing her hand, “would be you in my bed which is why we need to get up and get moving. I want to fly out today and I never arranged us a flight.” I shift us, kiss her temple, and throw away the blankets to stand up. Since I’m in my pants and she’s in my shirt, I hunt down my shoes and socks.
“Should we stay until tomorrow?” Lori asks scooting off the bed, my oversized shirt draping her body. “It’s Monday. What if there is a Monday morning problem with Waller while we’re in the air? We know he’s up to no good.”
“Tara’s in good hands,” I say, sitting down to pull on my shoes and socks while Lori steps into the skirt of her dress. “We’re leaving.” I stand up and walk to stand in front of her. “I’m going to need my shirt, sweetheart.”
She peels it away and hands it to me. My gaze lowers, raking over her naked breasts and watching her pretty pink nipples pucker under my inspection. I toss the shirt, and bring her to me, her naked breasts pressed against my chest. “The flight can wait,” I say but when I lean in to kiss her, her hand goes to my mouth.
“I need to brush my teeth. No kissing.”
I laugh but concede, sliding my hand down her hip, and between her legs. “Even here?”
Her eyes glint with challenge, her hand pressing to the thick line of my erection. “How about here?”
My cock twitches against her palm and her lips curve. “That’s a yes,” she says, lowering herself to her knees, shoving aside my open zipper, tugging down my underwear just enough to kiss the tip of my erection. I suck in a breath, and a moment later, she’s got my cock in her hand, giving it a lick while casting me a coy, sexy look.
“You can come,” she says. “I think I owe you that.” With that announcement, she draws me in her mouth, sucking me deep and just like that I don’t own her. She owns me.
Lori
Once Cole and I finally manage to get dressed, we exit the bedroom, and walk down the stairs to find Savage and Adam, sitting on the couches where we left them, both in the same clothes they had on when we went upstairs. “Have you two not slept?” I ask incredulously.
“No sleep for the weary,” Adam says, rubbing his eyes.
“Or the wicked,” Savage says, wiggling an eyebrow. “But now we can sleep. Our job is done.”
“What does that mean?” Cole asks.
“It means,” Adam replies, “that Blake found dirt on Waller and a link to the police chief.”
“Offshore accounts,” Savage says, “and it just gets dirtier from there. We’ll spare you the details.”
“Royce has a message for you,” Adam says. “He said to tell you: He’s got this. They’ll go down. He’s calling in the appropriate people, and getting the job done, but he said call him tomorrow and he’ll fully update you. Not today, he said. He was apparently up with the baby all night and just went to bed.”
“And if that ain’t a pitch for wearing a condom,” Savage says, “I don’t know what is.”
“Should we tell Tara?” I ask.
“No,” all three men say at once.
“The less she knows,” Cole says, “the better. These kinds of things have to be handled with care.”
“True that,” Savage says. “We have no idea who else might be involved that we haven’t found out about.”
“We don’t want them tipped off,” Adam says running his hands through his hair.
“But I’ll take care of Tara for you when the time is right,” Savage offers.
“Go for it,” Cole says. “And good luck. She will eat you for lunch.”
I tune out Savage and focus on Cole. “Is it over? Is that what this means?”
“If Royce says it’s handled. It’s handled.” His cell phone rings, and he pulls it from his pocket. “The airline,” he tells me before accepting the call.
Savage gives me a grin and a wink. “Is he still an asshole?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m really glad you live here and not in New York City.”
“Actually, I live in New York City,” Savage says. “Adam here just needs a He-Man to help him out until he gets his team built. So don’t you worry. I’ll be around to tell everyone all about you, tequila, and Cole’s wrinkled shirt.”