Jax framed her face between his palms and kissed her deeply again. She wanted more—wanted all of him.
“I need you,” she said. “Please, Jax...”
A growl came from low in his throat. He stroked and teased, didn’t stop until she was pleading, begging him to take her. His heavy weight pressed her down in the mattress, skin to skin, hard muscle to feminine softness.
Pleasure rolled through her, sweet and thrilling as he finally claimed her, his movements sure and deep. Even with the difference in their size, somehow her body meshed perfectly with his. She picked up the rhythm he set and heard his low growl of passion.
He increased the pace, took her and took her. A shattering climax struck, sending her over the edge, but Jax didn’t slow. Instead, he drove her up to a second towering peak before his muscles tightened and he followed her to release.
Mindy clung to him, her skin damp, soft pleasure pulsing through her as, little by little, they began to spiral down. She could feel the thudding of his heart, felt the brush of his lips in a last soft kiss, before he left to dispose of protection. When he returned, he cuddled her against him spoon-fashion and just held her.
“That was amazing,” she said.
Jax chuckled. “I’d take you again, but you’ve had one helluva day.”
She flushed, pleased to know he wanted her again so soon. She loved the way he felt wrapped around her, loved that he made her feel so safe. She was drowsy but not really sleepy. She wasn’t used to having sex more than once, but with Jax the idea shot a surge of heat right to her core.
“Maybe having some dinner would help you regain your strength,” she said with a smile, surprised she felt comfortable enough to tease him.
Faint laughter rumbled through him. “That sounds like a challenge.” He kissed the side of her neck, lightly nipped an earlobe. “Dinner’s done. Why don’t we wait, heat it up a little later?”
Mindy smiled, rolled onto her back and laced her fingers in his short dark hair. “Why don’t we heat things up right now?”
Jax laughed and kissed her.
The second round of lovemaking was as good as the first. Everything would have been perfect, except that someone might be trying to kidnap—or maybe even kill—her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“IWANTTOknow what you’re doing to find that flash drive.” Susan DeMarco sat across from Elliot Russo in the living room of an elegant suite at the Houston St. Regis Hotel. She had flown down in the company jet ostensibly on business, but in reality it was purely an excuse to get away from her overbearing husband and relieve some of her own sexual tension.
“If that joker from her office hadn’t interfered, the girl would have handed the drive over—I can guarantee you that.”
“Thatjokeris Jaxon Ryker. He’s a navy SEAL. Your men should have been smart enough not to take him on.”
Elliot clenched his jaw but made no reply.
“Apparently, you didn’t have any better luck at her apartment,” she said.
“The men looked hard. They took every drive they could find, but I checked them out and none of them was the right one.”
“That only makes things worse. Do you know what will happen if the information on that flash drive gets out? Jonathan will divorce me, and I’ll lose everything.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know she has it. If she knew, she could have blackmailed you months ago.”
“I can’t take that chance. Ryan swore he only made one copy of the video, and she was the only person besides him who had access. She has to be the one who has it.”
“Why don’t you try offering her money? She’s a fucking receptionist. She can’t exactly be rolling in dough. She took the side job with Shipman to make some extra cash. Offer her ten thousand. For someone in her position, that’s a lot of money.”
“It’s common knowledge how much Jonathan is worth. If I offer her ten thousand, she’ll want a hundred at the very least. And whatever I give her will never be enough. There’s no way to know if we have all the copies. We need to finish what we started. Force her to give us the drive, then get rid of her. With her and Ryan both out of the way, it’s over and done.”
Elliot’s sensuous lips thinned. She figured he was silently berating her for being stupid enough to let Ryan make a video of them having sex in the first place. But it had been such a lark at the time, and he had destroyed the evidence right in front of her. At least he’d pretended he had.
She sighed. Elliot was tough and clever, dark and good-looking. He knew people who could handle things, people who would do just about anything for money. As long as she kept him in plenty of cash and sexually satisfied, he was happy to do her bidding.
Susan ran a manicured nail down his cheek. “You took care of it before. I trust you to handle it again.”
Elliot’s expression filled with dark intent. “I’m the one you could always count on. You know that...even if you forgot for a while.”
