“A basic one. Nothing jumps out. It’s more a gut instinct that tells me she’s the one.”
“I want to be certain,” Jason said. “The last thing I want is to draw attention.”
“Understood. I’ll send you the information we have. Billy and I will try to get a better photo for you. We’ll have to keep our distance for a day or two. We’ll watch from afar, and we might need to call in a third party to get closer. Maybe Maggie. This woman is smart, and the last thing we want to do is scare her.”
“There will be a bonus for you if you’re right.” Jason cut the connection and waited for another email to come through. His men knew what this meant to him. They’d been Cam’s friends, and they wanted the bitch as bad as him.
A beep sounded, and he read through the email. Satisfaction filled him, along with certainty their search was ending.
Revenge would be his.
“Cam,” he murmured. “I’ll dance on her grave in celebration, and you can give her hell from the other side.”
5 – Sexy Times With Matto
“Let me take off this sexy dress,” Matto whispered.
Renee turned her back to him and lifted her loose hair to allow him to reach her zipper. A shiver worked through her as he tugged the zipper down. She stepped from her dress.
“Nice,” he murmured, his gaze hot as he skimmed her body. She’d discarded her boots earlier and now wore a pale pink bra and matching panties along with a pair of thigh-high stockings.
Matto disrobed, his gaze on her the entire time. He lacked shyness and kept going until all he wore was skin. She eyed his broad, hairless chest, the flat male nipples she couldn’t wait to taste. His ridged stomach and abdomen cried out for feminine fingers to explore while his erection drew her close attention—thick and perfect.
Anticipation curled through her stomach as they fell into each other’s arms and dropped onto the bed. Her pulse raced in excitement. Eagerness. Matto claimed her mouth, and Renee sank into the pleasure, emptying her mind of fear and doubt and anxiety. She teased the tie from his hair and tangled her fingers in the black, silky locks.
Sex.
She loved the physical pleasure, and if a man knew his way around a woman’s body, even better.
Their tongues tangled while hands wandered, caressed and bodies pressed closer. Matto pinched one nipple through her bra before pushing the cup down to bare her breast. His mouth fastened on the hardened peak, and he sucked, drawing a moan of delight from her.
Matto slipped his hand behind her back and the tightness of her bra loosened. He drew the straps down her arms and tossed her bra aside. Her panties followed, stripped down her legs with brisk efficiency.
“Do you have condoms?” she asked.
“A box.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “We won’t run out in a hurry.”
His mouth cut off her bark of amusement, and she sank back into a world of sensations. Arousal ripped through her and dampness seeped between her thighs.
“Now,” she demanded. “Now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, sexy lady.”
“You won’t. I’ve been imagining this throughout dinner.”
“A woman who knows what she wants.” He parted her legs with his thigh and lifted her butt. Seconds later, his mouth and tongue danced along her slit. A finger slid into her channel, working in concert with his tongue teasing her clit. He curled his finger and stroked her inner wall. For a second, nothing, then he hit the perfect spot.
“Matto.” Her voice trembled as he pushed her higher, faster. She shuddered while his talented fingers massaged and played her like an instrument. His mouth closed over her swollen clit. When she expected a hard suck, he gave her gentleness. Spot-on pressure. She soared and swooped, freed from everything except the pleasure of the sensual frolic.
Her nub prickled, and when he rubbed that special spot again, the blissful sensation bloomed, spilling over to rapid pulses. Her channel flexed and grasped his finger. A moan escaped her, and Matto eased away. He rose up her body and kissed her. A passionate kiss. A tangle of tongues.
Renee rubbed against him, dazed with joy and relaxed under his touch. His cock brushed her stomach and left a damp trail.
Matto parted their lips and reached to open a drawer. He pulled out a condom, his gaze never leaving hers as he rolled the latex onto his shaft.
“Ready?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Yes.” She smiled at him, eager to experience the stretch of his possession. A large man, every part of him was in proportion.
