“Never better. I’ve been to 5thAvenue, Harry Potter Broadway, and Central Park and-” Clearing my throat cuts her off. Otherwise, we could be here forever.
Her rambling done, I lean over the burner and infuse command into my tone. “Okay Tommy. We did as you asked, and you have a pretty good idea of where your daughter is. We need the nukes’ locations. Now.”
“Daddy, please. I like it here. If the ORA blows up the East Coast, we’ll have to move to Moscow and it’s positively antiquated. I swear, if you support the terrorists, I will never speak to you again, I mean it. You will be dead to me, forever.”
Her father sighs. “I once heard about a warehouse in Middletown, PA. I’m not admitting to anything. Call me, Charlie.”
“I will. Don’t be mad. I love you.” His daughter hisses out her breath, waits for the dial tone, then sounds through the speaker. “Was I okay?”
“Yes. Thank you. Now, I must ask, do you want to go home?” As Dean waits for her answer, he grabs my coffee, drinks half, and makes a face.
After some silence, she speaks to someone in the background, and comes back online. “I’d like to stay in Manhattan and visit NYU, if that’s alright with the Brennans. My father needs time to cool off and umm, Dean? The biggest and scariest of your brothers wants to talk to you.”
“You should’ve waited for the Feds.” Adrian is not only bossy, but he jumps to conclusions.
Balking at his unstated and unfair accusation, I grab the phone. “Hey, Tommy called us, not the other way around.”
“And he had your number, how?” The New York detective has clearly had more than a few ounces of weak coffee, an unfair advantage.
Not one to give up on a fight, I carry on. “It’s not my fault the FBI missed the burner.”
For someone who spent most of the night having the best sex of her life, I congratulate myself on my cleverness.
Without hesitation, Sir Boss-a-lot throws the next punch. “Because it was already in your pocket when they arrived. Am I right?”
“Ah…maybe.” Embarrassed by my lame comeback, my face heats, but Dean winks.
Snickering, he grabs the phone. “We’ll let you know the moment we arrive in Middletown. I assume you’ll call O’Brien and smooth things over?”
“You will wait for him before taking any action.” Apparently, he’s not used to hearing the word, no.
As Dean’s new sidekick, I am honor bound to back him up. “Tommy’s men know me and won’t hurt me. We’ll be able to get more intel if we leave the Feds out if it.”
The two men argue until I get tired of the noise and step into the shower. Eyes closed, I shampoo my hair and…
“Eeek.” My lids pop open as cold hands lift me by the waist.
Chuckling, my naked cop sets me down, my back to his front. His fingers slide up my chest, stop at my breasts, and knead the flesh.
“Mmm. So soft.” Rubbing his hard length between my gluteus maximus, he kisses the super-sensitive spot behind my right ear and nibbles my lobe.
“Oh God.” A bolt of desire strikes my clit and I spread my legs.
“You are so sweet.” Dean pumps the soap dispenser and kneels.
Cheek to my calf muscle, he lifts my heel and massages between my toes. Good lord, I had no idea my feet were so sensitive. I moan and my nub swells as his thumbs dig into the arch.
Finished with my other foot, his teeth nip up the back of my leg and pause at the curve of my ass. “Bend over and place your palms on the tiles.”
Once I comply, he slides his hand between my thighs, opens me fully, and licks my length.
“Dean…” My balance lost, I grab the towel rack when his tongue flattens on the nerve endings.
His hands on my hip, he stands and places his eager tip at my entrance.
“Please.” I back against him and ache for my release but he’s in control.
“Find it, butterfly. Take your pleasure on my finger.”
