He chuckles. “Will you smack me for saying your cock is cute?”
I laugh. “Really? You think it’s cute?”
He kisses my head, groaning as I continue to mouth and suck his nipple. “Fucking adorable. Like, so cute I kind of want you to fuck me with it.”
I pull back, turned on. “Are you kidding me?”
He bites his lip, slow to bring his eyes to mine. “No. I don’t think I am. You were vulnerable with me. It’s only fair I do the same.”
My jaw drops. “Fuuuuuck. Are you serious?” I ask, wondering if I could possibly take him now.
“As a heart attack,” he says, trailing his fingers down my chest. “When you’re all hard and ready to blow after you de-entrail Minneapolis, I’ll happily bend over for you.”
I came too hard to go again, but I start looking for my bag and ask, “Can we leave for Minneapolis now?”
He chuckles, pulling me in for another mindless kiss.
“We have breakfast in twenty minutes with Joe and Rand, but after that, we’ll have Rand’s guy drop us off at Teterboro. We’ll be in Minneapolis by dinner.”
“Then let’s get going,” I say, kissing him hard and fast.
I’ve got a madam to kill and a giant Norwegian to fuck.
16
ERIK
Inuzzle the side of Ant’s head, so proud of him. “Your containment skills are improving.”
His cheeks darken, and he looks up at me with bright, shining eyes. “You think so?”
I gesture to the scene before us. Four dead men—including the fucking asshole who broke Ant’s pinky—all precisely rolled in plastic and not a spot of blood anywhere.
“It’s perfection. Also? No hesitation. What’s changed?”
Minneapolis glares at us, trying to shout through her gag. Ant walks up to her and decks her. “Shut up. Erik and I are trying to have a conversation here.”
Rolling his eyes, Ant gestures at her with feigned frustration. “Sorry about that.” Hugging my side, he continues, “As for what’s changed. I finally understand these people can’t touch me anymore. If someone tries to hurt me, you’ll kill them.”
It takes every ounce of my self-control to not pound my chest.
“With extreme prejudice, yes.”
“If, for some reason, you’re not there, Hopper will gladly create a little mayhem.”
“Agreed.”
“And then there’s Anders.”
I nod, tapping my fingertips together. “You can never dismiss Anders in an equation like this.”
Ant lets out a happy sigh as he rolls Minneapolis, who is tied to her ridiculously expensive-looking office chair, back to her desk. “I dunno…I just feel like I’m coming into my own.”
“There does seem to be one element you’ve left off,” I say, straightening the items that got pushed around on her desk when we first came in.
Ant taps his chin, not bothering to hide his smirk. “Oh? What element is that?”
“My big Nordic cock.”
