Leaving him standing in the kitchen, I turn on my heel and head for the stairs.I’m halfway up when I hear his heavier footsteps rush up behind me, and suddenly I’m swept off my feet.
He carries me into the bedroom where he lets himself fall back on the bed, taking me with him.His hands immediately slip under my sweater, sweeping it up and over my head.Next, he unhooks my bra before rolling us over so he’s on top.His kiss is thorough as his hands snatch away the lacy fabric and then reach down for the buttons on my jeans.
I love the way he growls in my mouth when his touch encounters a part of me he likes, as he does when he slips a hand down the front of my panties and his fingertips encounter my slick folds.
Abruptly, he rips his mouth from mine and sits up, tugging my jeans and underwear down my hips.I squirm in anticipation, waiting for him to get naked as well.Instead, he lowers himself—fully dressed—between my naked thighs, pushes my knees out so I’m spread wider, and latches his mouth to my aching core.
I’m quickly overwhelmed by the lashing of his tongue, the tug of his lips, and the deep penetration of his fingers.Lost in an avalanche of sensations, I grind myself into him, pleading and reaching for completion.When it comes, my body jerks with the violence of it, leaving me shaking and gasping for air.
When I finally catch my breath and open my eyes to look down, I find Hugo’s blue eyes looking back.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles.
It’s obvious he observed me through the throes of my orgasm, and self-awareness immediately creeps in.But before I can reclaim some modesty, he lowers his head and gently licks along my crease, flicking my sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.
Then with a smile on his lips, he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“I could live on the taste of you.”
Chapter19
Hugo
I peekinto the large meeting room where Bess and Phil are focused on a laptop on the boardroom table in front of them.They don’t even notice me.
I’m on my way to Savvy’s office.Apparently, Special Agent Mancuso showed up a few minutes ago, and Althof is on his way back.I’m crossing my fingers the fed is bringing us some good news, because we’ve been spinning our wheels most of the morning.
Mancuso gets to his feet as soon as I walk into the office.
“Hi,” he says, holding out his hand.“I don’t think we’ve met yet.Jason Mancuso.”
“No, we haven’t.Hugo Alexander.”
His handshake is firm, but he doesn’t try to break my fingers, which counts in his favor.I hate guys who are trying to prove themselves that way.They may as well whip out their dick and a measuring tape.Dumb
“What did I miss?”
“Not much yet,” Savvy notes.“We’ll wait for Althof to get here instead of repeating things.”
No sooner has she spoken, when Rick walks in, breathing heavy like he’s been running.
“Tell me,” he prompts, not bothering with introductions or greetings.
I don’t blame him.I know he’s been going nonstop since this case landed on his desk, and probably feels like he’s chasing his tail.Other than a dead firebug, the witness accounts of a drunk, and a lot of theories, hearsay, and assumptions, there isn’t a hell of a lot of concrete evidence to hang this case on.Hell, we can’t even put our hands on people we’d like to question.
“One of the Seattle Gang Task Force’s CIs came through with an interesting bit of information,” Mancuso starts.“As I assume you know, the Lotus Squad was founded by the Lee brothers, Mike, Shane, and Joon.Shane, the middle brother, has always taken the lead, with Mike, the oldest, managing the business side.From what we can tell, the younger one, Joon, didn’t really have a set role within the organization.If anything, he was an enforcer.The muscle, if you will.”
“Was?”Savvy picks up on.
The agent turns to her and confirms, “Was.He fell off the face of the earth twenty-one years ago.Just disappeared.Plenty of rumors went around at the time—he’d stolen money and taken off, the brothers had a falling out, a rival gang took him down—but nothing was ever confirmed and no sign of him was ever found.”
I immediately think of Ken Choi, and the secret he supposedly spilled to a cellmate that prompted his own gang to come after him.I also wonder what, if anything, Bess might know about the missing Lee brother.
“You think Choi knows something about the disappearance,” I suggest to Mancuso.
“Iknowhe does,” is the answer.“And what’s more, Shane Lee thinks he does.The CI overheard him order Ken Choi be found and brought to him alive, and to use whatever means to flush him out of hiding.”
“And they’re trying to use his sister to do that,” I observe.
