Chapter 15
Suds
Once we’ve worked out our plan’s details, Sam calls her mom. The moment she returns, I motion her and Chrissy out the door.
In the elevator, my wife grimaces and I squeeze her hand. “How’s Mikey? Are we all set for sitters?”
Heaving a heavy sigh, she rolls her eyes. “Yeah, Mom’s spoiling him rotten. On the positive side, Dad has three policemen circling the block and Uncle Vinny’s sent some thugs to watch the house, as well.”
“Sounds like fun. Sorry we missed it.” I nibble her nose until she smiles.
“God, I cannot wait until we solve the case.”
“Having second thoughts about being a private eye? You still could take the job with the FBI.” I study her face for any indication she’s ready to give it up but her chin juts forward.
With her beautiful brown orbs capturing mine, she pokes my chest. “Not happening. I do not like answering to the man, unless of course, it happens to be a very hot ex-Navy SEAL.”
“Babe.” I have no idea when we’ll be alone again. In my mind, lack of sex is an emergency, so I don’t feel guilty pulling the knob that stops us between floors.
The black centers of her eyes widen, she laces her fingers behind my neck, and pulls me down for a kiss. The taste of strawberry sets my blood on fire and as I press her against the wall, she kicks off a shoe. The same leg frees from her jeans and undies. Then, she locks both ankles at my lower back.
“Damn girl, slow down.” Shaking, I fumble with my belt, unzip, and as my cock springs free, I place the tip at her core.
Without hesitation, she takes me to the hilt and holy hell, I am a lost man.
She’s wet as fuck and I’m hard as any randy teen. With a finger to her clit, I dive deep. While she bounces up and down, a primal need hits my spinal cord, Head back, she screams, and I buck all fierce-like. With her sharp nails biting into my waist, I balance her ass on the railing and plunge once again into her slick, hot core.
“God, I’m… oh shit.” She comes with this amazing shudder.
Close to my release, I thrust as she holds on for the ride, gripping my butt cheeks. Then, I fucking come with so much force, I shout.
I’m just starting to return to earth when the elevator jerks, to life.
“No, no, no. Not yet.” Balancing on one foot, my half-undressed wife struggles with her clothes.
Laughing, I grab her ankle and help her slip into her pants. Together we zip up and by the time we reach the bottom floor, we’re mostly decent. Faces red, we cross the lobby, ignore Slate’s smirk, and enter the coffee shop.
Taking a deep breath, I turn on my comm unit, place my hand on her lower back and stand in line behind a busload of tourists.
“You good, sugar?”
“Mmm-hmm. Never better.” Bending over she snickers and ties her shoe. On the way up, she tucks in her shirt, and opens an app on her phone.
About five people away from placing our order, she slips her arms around my neck, tugs me to her height, and whispers, “It’s them. Game on.”
I follow her gaze and sure enough, there’s an SUV, idling right outside the café’s entrance.
Slate, who’s been talking to the guard, cuts in line to join us. Before he can ask what took us so long, Jason pops up on Sam’s screen. “There is an eighty-seven percent probability the car at your location was purchased by the United States government.”
“That’s good enough for me.” With no other warning, Slate shoves me to the plate glass.
I hit hard, fall to the floor, and hope the cracking sound isn’t a disc.
Rolling to my knees I stand as he pulls his fist back aiming for my face. “You crazy mother fucker. I’m done doing you favors.”
“Stop!” Sam chops down on his arm then pushes us apart.
My boss grabs my collar and cuts off my air supply. “You’re finished. You hear me? This time you went too far.”
