“Sounds an awful lot like a date.” Mickey pushed Roger back. He couldn’t think clearly when he was that close.
“So?”
“I don’t date.”
“I bet you don’t usually let guys go down on you in dirty bathrooms either,” Roger pointed out, his hands on his hips. “But you just did. And I want some more of that sweet dick, and you definitely want some more of me.”
Mickey made a face. He hated that Roger was right. He also hated how beautiful he was, apparently as insatiable as he was annoying.
This was such a terrible idea.
But Cold trusted Roger; didn’t that mean Mickey could too? He still had his reservations about mixing business and pleasure, but Roger was special. No one had ever made Mickey feel so powerful or turned on before, and he knew he wanted to taste that intoxicating rush again.
“If the job goes well—” he began.
“It will,” Roger swore.
“And if you don’t fuck anything else up, I’ll get us a room and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight. How’s that for a date?”
“Why, Mickey,” Roger drawled. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
Chapter 4
When they came out of the bathroom, Jules was waiting immediately outside. He gave them both a suspicious glare, but he said nothing except, “Come on.”
Mickey and Roger followed him back into the office. Pym and Cold were gone, and Alistair now sat behind the desk.
“We’re gonna hit the restaurant tonight right before closing,” Jules rumbled, waving for them to sit down.
“Tonight?” Mickey was surprised. “Damn, that’s fast.”
“Oh, very fast,” Roger agreed. He looked positively gleeful, no doubt thinking about the date Mickey had promised him.
“Shouldn’t be no customers,” Jules continued. “Just some Luchesi men and kitchen staff, including our boy Galavant. He’s gonna leave the backdoor open for us to sneak right on in.”
“How many men?” Roger asked, pretty serious for someone who’d taken a mouthful a few minutes ago.
“At least six. Maybe more if they’re movin’ that money.”
“Which they might be,” Alistair chimed in. “If the brothers are trying to close ranks, it makes sense they’d start collecting all their coin. Ragazzi’s is the bulk of their undeclared wealth.”
“So, they’re gonna try to move the big cash in house somewhere safe before somebody else hits them?” Mickey mused.
It was all he could do not to stare at Roger’s lips and remember what they felt like wrapped around his cock.
Damn him.
“Precisely,” Alistair confirmed.
“Too bad for them,” Roger said. “We’re gonna hit them before they have a chance to move a cent.”
“So we hope.” Alistair looked up from the computer. “The brothers are certainly paranoid of each other now, but I doubt they’d risk moving so much cash during regular business hours.”
“They’d probably do it tonight, right when we wanna hit ‘em.” Mickey snorted. “We should be expecting a nice crowd.”
“Why don’t we just go when the restaurant is open?” Roger asked. “I mean, there might be a little bit of panic, maybe a few unexpected casualties…”
“No,” Jules said firmly. “Boss said at closing.”
