Sliding my hands between her thighs, I push two fingers into her pussy.
“Always so wet for me, huh, Lolo?”
“Always for you, Night,” she whimpers, grinding her clit against my palm. She bucks her hips, hands locking onto my shoulders. Watching her while she chases her release has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And then…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, dropping my forehead to hers. “This has to be one of my nightmares.”
Turbo’s voice cuts through the door. “Night. Mav needs you and Londyn in his office. Now.”
She huffs a quiet laugh against my throat. “Not quite, but he does have impressive timing.”
“Yeah,” I grumble. “That’s one way to put it.”
Turbo adds, “And before you ask, yeah, it’s important.”
His boots fade down the hall.
“We were so close,” I groan, nipping her bottom lip.
“The day’s not over, baby,” she teases, tugging gently on my beard. She knows I love that shit.
Reluctantly, I roll off her and grab my jeans. She pulls on some shorts and one of my shirts, the hem brushing her thighs. The sight of her in my clothes makes me feel like she’s mine… and she is.
We head for Mav’s office side by side.
“Why does he always need something at the ass crack of dawn?” I mutter.
She shrugs. “I think this is probably late morning in his world.”
I snort. “That fucking facts!”
Stepping into the office, I don’t bother with pleasantries.
“What the hell could you possibly want this early, Mav?”
Before he can answer, the speaker on his desk crackles to life.
“Good morning to you too, asshole.”
I blink. “Jameson?”
“Unfortunately,” he says dryly. “Maverick filled me in about last week.”
Mav folds his arms. Lolo stills beside me.
“And,” Jameson continues, “he tells me you saved his life when Herrera’s man had him lined up.”
Lolo doesn’t respond, just waits for the punchline.
“So for that… thank you,” he says.
She exhales slowly. “You’re welcome.”
There’s a pause. Then his tone shifts to something heavier.
