“Sounds like a plan,” Desiree said. “In the meantime, I’m going to keep my head down.” She grimaced. “I don’t like being on either of their radars, and I especially don’t need anyone connecting me to the two of you right now.”
“Chickenshit,” Cole muttered.
“I’ll take being metaphorical chickenshit over literal pigshit. Byee!”
The call ended.
Cole chuckled and lowered the phone. “Okay, so I guess we’re?—”
In a flash, his phone was out of his hand and Cole was flat on his back on the mattress. The phone clattered onto the nightstand, and then Will was over him, kissing him insistently.
Cole’s brain record-scratched, but his body caught on. Arms around Will. Lips apart for that deep, demanding kiss. Dick quickly getting hard.
Will broke the kiss and went for Cole’s neck, and his voice came out as a low, sultry drawl. “You can call Lilith when I’m done with you.”
Rational thought elbowed its way in and made it out of Cole’s mouth. “Have to… People are hunting us down and?—”
“And they’re not gonna find us in Bumfuck, Virginia, in the next twenty minutes.” Will pushed himself up and locked eyes with Cole. “This ain’t gonna take long—not with as much as I’ve been wanting you.”
Cole couldn’t breathe. Fuck. He’d been with guys who wanted him before, but not like this.
“Get out of those clothes,” Will ordered. “And let me into that ass.”
Oh. Hell. This demanding—commanding—side of Will was too fucking hot.
What else could Cole do but obey?
“Are you all right, Mr. Dalton?” Lilith raised an eyebrow above her glasses as she watched Cole across her desk.
“I’m fine.” Cole fidgeted gingerly, trying to stop himself from wincing.
Beside him, Will was doing absolutely fuck all to fight that smug grin from taking shape, so Cole kicked him. That did the job.
“Fucker,” Will muttered, rubbing his shin.
Now it was Cole’s turn for a smug grin, which earned him an eyeroll.
Truth was, yes, he was okay, but he was… sore. Will had been accurate when he’d said he wouldn’t last long. That first fuck yesterday morning had been a quickie.
The one last night after they’d driven to New York?Thathad not been a quickie. And Will hadnotbeen gentle.
Still, though Cole was struggling to sit comfortably, he really couldn’t complain.
“So.” He cleared his throat and faced Lilith, who looked both bemused and a little amused. Some heat rushed into his cheeks, which he tried to ignore. “Like I said on the phone, we need a fake of the Puffin. Ideally one that’s as convincing as that one.” He tipped his head toward Lilith’s paperweight.
“I see.”
“Is there any chance we can buy that one from you?” Will gestured at the fake Puffin. “We’re kind of in a bind, you know?”
Lilith nodded and picked up the little bird. “I understand your predicament, and I would certainly offer to let you take this.” She gestured with it. “Unfortunately, Marcus is familiar with this particular fake.”
Will and Cole both sat straighter—ow—and glanced at each other.
“He’s familiar with it?” Will asked. “How?”
Lilith sighed. “Well, the counterfeiter who created it tried to sell it to him before she sold it to me. Marcus nearly bought it, too, but then he noticed something.”
She leaned forward and turned the bird so they could see its front. Tapping the huge flamingo diamond on its chest, she said, “There’s a substantial inclusion in the stone.”
