I smooth my hand down his cheek as he leans in to kiss me, nudging my legs apart as he puts himself between them.
An overwhelming need to worship this man takes over me, and it has me pushing him back. I slide off the counter and fall to my feet.
Leaning in, I kiss him slowly, then run my hand down his chest and into the top of his boxers, wrapping my hand around his growing length.
He smiles cockily, and it sends a zap of pleasure straight between my legs. “Why are you smiling at me like that? You know what it gets you.” I tell him, popping my brows once.
He laughs as I give him back his own words. “Do I? I think I must have missed that one.”
“Hmm, then let me show you.”
His hands find my shoulders, and he pushes me to my knees as if he knows what’s coming. “Fuck, yes!”
His dark eyes hold mine as I take him into my mouth, and I try to be just as sexy for him but this man is too much. I smile around him, unable to control myself. He shakes his head, dropping it back for a moment before looking down at me when I begin sucking on the very tip, and in that moment,my Maseis gone. He takes my ponytail, wrapping it tight around his fist as he grasps my jaw and squeezes, pushing himself to the back of my throat.
“Take me, angel,” he demands.
Mase
I find Lance riffling through the fridge when I enter my kitchen the next morning, which isn’t surprising considering it’s Lance. The man is always damn hungry.
“Sullivan. Eating all my fucking food as per?” I smirk, moving for the coffee machine.
“As if. Your cupboards are bare, Lowell. It’s sad.” He moves to the hob—carrying a stack of my food in one of his arms—checking the bacon in the pan. “How’d things go with your dad?” he asks at the same time that Charlie walks in.
“Shit. I should speak to Scar about it first.” I lean against the counter; my arms spread wide. I tip my chin at Charlie. “You off?”
“Yeah, I’ve got an eight thirty. Where did you sneak out to last night?” he asks Lance.
“Nowhere?” Lance frowns back at him, sliding himself onto the kitchen island.
“Well it wasn’t Elliot. Lowell?” he asks me.
“Not me, mate,” I tell him, both of us looking back to Lance.
He shrugs, taking a bite out the end of the dry baguette, not a care in the world.
“Probably Montgomery. I was surprised he wasn’t already in Lucy’s room when I went to bed last night,” I suggest.
Lance snickers, “Doubtful. She isn’t giving him an inch.” He chuckles to himself, smiling around his mouthful of food. “Ha.That’s what she said.”
Charlie rolls his eyes, moving to fill a travel mug with coffee. “So, I looked into that case on Joey Wilson. It was nothing. Was dropped a couple days after the report was made.”
“Do you have the case files?”
“The sheet of paper that tells me that there wasn’t enough evidence to take it to court let alone trial? Yes.”
“I want them.”
“Well you can’t have them. You can’t judge him based on something that might not have happened.”
“Where Nina is concerned, I will.”
“Does she know you had him looked up?” he questions.
“No.” I glare, knowing where this is going.
“Well, I think you should tell her. Would explain why you’ve been such a prick the last couple weeks.”
