The reminder drags our kiss up the scale from child approved to an X rating.
Once my mouth is sticky with enough cherry sheen to last me a few hours, I inch back. Macy groans like she’s seconds from tossing in the towel on this assignment. She won’t, but it’s nice to know she gets as caught up in our kisses as I do.
I conceal my smirk and nod toward the entryway. “I love you. Now scoot. The sooner you get out there, the quicker you’ll be home.”
She smiles like she’s not heard my first three words a trillion times over the past six weeks, returns my declaration, then heads for the door.
I wait for the latch to click into place before I put Mason back into his bassinet. He’s not sleeping through the night yet, but he’ll be out cold for a solid two to four hours. That gives me plenty of time to assist Macy.
As I scan the last face of a diner eating at the five-star restaurant downstairs into ViCAP, a voice echoes from the entryway of oursuite. Our suite is a pompous, multiroom penthouse that takes up an entire floor. Its security features should identify my caller, but I’m still smacked with curiosity.
Macy can’t be back already. Surely. She left only ten minutes ago.
When I wheel back from the desk, I find Macy and the perp she’s meant to be entertaining downstairs. Her target is tall and nervous and can’t stop darting his eyes between Macy and me when she guides him into our suite like he’s a long-lost friend.
He freezes partway in, like he’s walked onto the wrong movie set. “Hey… ah… nice to meet you, but I don’t swing that way.”
Macy drags her teeth over her red-painted lips, all seductive-like, before she purrs, “Really, Hasan? That’s not what I heard.” I slouch low in my chair to enjoy the show when she folds Hasan in two with a stern punch to the stomach before she pinches his shoulder, lowering him to his knees. “I was informed that you take whatever you can get. Even after you’ve been told no.”
Hasan blubbers out a reply I can’t make out since Macy goes straight for the jugular.
By jugular, I mean she presses a knife to his crotch.
“Tell me everything you know about the baby-making syndicate working out of Tijuana. If you give me something good, I might consider letting you walk out of here with a functioning penis.”
“I don’t know anything?—”
Macy wastes no time. She nicks him enough to double the width of his pupils and to have him sobbing like a baby.
Hasan cracks faster than Samuel did, and the information he spills will disband this operation in weeks.
With a smirk that reveals she’s in her element, Macy cuffs Hasan before she walks him to a plainclothes detective waiting in the hall.
I assume her eagerness to cut this sting short is because she couldn’t stomach the thought of being away from Mason for hours on end, but I’m mistaken when she throws me a longing look over her shoulder while saying, “That call I took earlier was from the hospital. They gave me the all clear.”
My tongue thickens so fast that it is difficult to talk, but I persevere. “The trauma team?”
I’m grateful for the loose fit of my dad pants when Macy’s grin turns sultry as she hurriedly removes her stomach extender. “Obstetrician. I am officially cleared for everything.”
“Everything?” Whoever that pubescent teen is should shut the fuck up before he ruins this for me.
Unlike my nasally shriek, Macy’s voice is a seductive purr. “Everything.”
Before I can remind myself that gentle still needs to be in my vocabulary so soon after she was hurt, I race across the room and attack her mouth with the savagery of a shark. Macy doesn’t seem to mind my barbarism. She curls her legs around my waist before grinding down—hard.
I stifle her needy moans when I drag my tongue along the roof of her mouth before dueling it with hers. She tastes like heaven, an erotic mix of sex, sensuality, and strength.
I could survive on her kisses alone.
That’s how perfect they are.
When I weave my fingers through her hair to hold her mouth hostage to mine, the raised scar at the back of her skull reminds me of how lucky I am to have this opportunity.
It was a close call for some time. Grief counselors were on standby, and against my wishes, a priest came into her ICU cubicle to administer sacraments and provide spiritual comfort.
I told them they’d jumped the gun. Macy is stronger than the people who tried to take her down.
She proved me right, as she has time and time again over the past two months.
