Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Gabe.” I breathe his name. I’m so close. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my body tenses for a moment as the orgasm hits me hard and fast. It leaves me breathless, my whole body tingling.
He kisses my clit and then my hip as he makes his way back up to me. I pull him in for a kiss. The taste of me on his mouth is erotic, and I’ll never get enough.
“Thank you.” I feel his cock press against me as he chuckles.
“No, kitten, thank you.” I try to slip my hand between us, wanting to give him the same pleasure, but he grabs it, shifting to pull me half over his body, my head resting on his chest.
“I want to make you feel good too.” I kiss his chest.
“I promise I feel fucking good. Eating your pussy got me off, and if you touch my cock I’ll be inside of you in seconds.” I smile.
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“You’re killing me, kitten. Go to sleep.” I close my eyes, thinking there is no way I could sleep after that. I was wrong. I’m out within a couple of minutes. I hope he gets this all worked out tomorrow. He gave me a taste of what we would have together.
Now I’m even more greedy for him than I was before. I want it all. Sooner rather than later.
Chapter 14
Gabe
I have her taste on my tongue, and I will lie, steal, and murder anyone who tries to take that away from me.
“Sounds like you had a little adventure today.” Cord’s voice travels down the sat line.
“Everything’s being taken care of. How’s your client?”
He’s quiet so long I think he’s hung up on me. “Cord?”
“Yeah, she’s fine. it’s a different world these rock stars live in, that’s for sure.”
There’s an odd note, one that I sort of recognize. “Not having feelings for your client, are you?”
He coughs. “'Course not.”
“Right.” But I don’t press because who am I to talk? “Anyway, my guy is not talking, so we’re checking the money trail of the known assailants. Unsurprising most of them are wanted by Interpol, so we have access to some of their alternate identities. We should find something soon. In the meantime, we’ve moved Cat to a new safe location while the safe house is being repaired.” It’s going to take some time to get the safe house back in action. Replacing bullet proof windows and steel walls isn’t something that can be done by local handymen.
“Keep me posted on your progress,” Cord asks.
“Will do.”
After hanging up, I check in on Sandy. “Any movement on your front?”
“No. The tango is keeping mum. He must be getting paid well. Green, and a lot of it, is the only thing that can seal a mouth that tight.”
“We’re tracking but haven’t found anything yet,” I tell Sandy in frustration. “Keep working on the perp unless you think you’re wasting your time, then I’d just leave him in the basement with some MREs until the money trail is uncovered.”
“We’ll work on him a little while longer. I haven’t exhausted all my bag of tricks,” Sandy replies.
A bell rings inside the lab. I look up to see Cat’s head peeking out. “Just wanted to give you an alert that my assistant is coming up. Don’t shoot her.”
I give Cat a thumbs-up. “No shooting the assistant,” I confirm. “Gotta go, Sandy. We’ve got someone incoming and I want to make sure no one is following her.”
“Sounds good. I’ll call you if anything changes.”
I spin the laptop around and key up video of the lab’s entrance. “Laura, everything good inside?” I call.
“Roger. We’re good. It’s fucking cold though.”
“The lab has to be kept at the optimum temperature of 68 degrees,” says Cat for the third time today. “I have a lab coat.”
“It would get in the way of my gun.”
“I...do you really need a weapon inside of my lab?”
“How else am I going to protect you?”
“It’s just me, though.”
“Your assistant is coming,” Laura points out.
“Yeah, well, that’s my point. No one is in this lab who is going to hurt me.”
As the two bicker, a young woman appears in the video frame. She waves her key card in front of the security pad and then leans forward for the optical reader. The facial recognition software captures her image and matches it against the database. It’s the assistant. I buzz her in.
“Hi?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Are you supposed to be here? This is for authorized personnel only.”
I like that she’s careful.
Cat saves me from explaining by appearing in the doorway. “It’s okay, Carrie,” she says. “He’s with me.”
“Oh? Did Nathan okay this?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “Nathan okayed this.” I jerk my head to the door. “There’s been some incidents and I’m here to make sure there aren’t any more.”