Leaning forward, Blake kissed Brooke again deeply, caressing Brooke’s breasts with one hand as she fucked the moaning femme with the other. “Sssshhhh, baby. Feel what your body is telling you,” she soothed, her soft words at odds with her mastery of Brooke’s body. “Thisgame, I’m not going to lose.” She pulled her fingers from Brooke’s inflamed, swollen pussy before sliding down her body.
“B-B-Blake,” Brooke managed, weeping with her uncontrollable need as Blake spread her legs wide and pushed her knees up into the air. “Oh,God! Why are you doing this? It’s… I’m—”
“Sssshhhh,” whispered Blake again, lowering her head as she wrapped her arms around Brooke’s calves. “This beautiful pussy not only looks needy, but delicious, too. Youwantthis, Brooke. My tough baby has always wanted to find someone who can master the game board she plays on until she has no choice but to surrender. Therefore, prepare to be consumed until your whole world is devoured by an alternate reality, where the only thing that exists is you coming until you have no idea if there is any way you will even survive.” She lowered her head.
When Brooke felt the touch of Blake’s mouth and tongue on her pussy, licking her slit and nibbling her rigid clit, she shrieked as Blake expertly played with her. When the team lead slid her fingers into Brooke’s tight, inflamed channel once again as she worked her with her mouth, Brooke wailed—her body shaking and clenching down on Blake as her hips pumped, seekingthe elusive peak that abruptly appeared on the horizon, even knowing it would leave her shattered.
If there was one thing an almost insensible Brooke was learning, it was that Blake Seibert indisputably knew her way around a woman’s body. The aggravating smartass had disappeared, to be replaced with a dominant, predatory marauder determined to claim and conquer.
Sucking Brooke’s clit into her mouth, biting down firmly as she thrust her fingers even more rapidly into her femme’s body, Blake growled as Brooke begged for mercy, gasping out her pleas as Blake increased both the speed of her thrusts and the pressure of her mouth. “Blake! Blake!” Brooke shrieked when she reached the pinnacle, a frightening place where she knew she would fall into an unknown abyss that would change her forever.
As her fingers worked even faster and harder, Blake released her clit for a scant moment to order, “Come for me, baby.Now!” before sealing her mouth back over Brooke’s clit and sucking vigorously.
Screaming, Brooke felt her entire body immediately explode as the strongest, most volatile orgasm she had ever had in her life took her to a place she never knew existed. On its heels, orgasm after orgasm burst from her as she continued to scream, her whole being seized in a riot of feeling and release as Blake held her down, refusing to let her move despite her cries for mercy. On and on it went, Brooke’s body seizing and shaking with every earth-shattering climax Blake’s mouth and fingers pulled out of her, until her vision grayed out before her world went completely dark.
When she came to, she found herself being held snugly in Blake’s strong arms, lying on clean sheets with her body bathed and her hair pulled back into a hair tie.The girls told me this is what they do, she thought drowsily as she came back to herself,because if a woman is going to trust them with her body, they take care of her in return.
“You weren’t supposed to do that, Seibert,” she whispered quietly as she tried to stir herself awake. Blake chuckled and kissed her temple, holding her tightly. “How am I supposed to getmydessert if you don’t play by the rules?”
Bursting out laughing, Blake scoffed playfully, “You’re going to tell me you always play by the rules, my tigress? I hardly think so. Besides,” she dropped a kiss on Brooke’s lips, “I got what I needed. You can play tomorrow.” Brooke tasted herself on Blake’s mouth.
There was a comfortable silence for a moment before she breathed, “You mean it, don’t you? About never letting me go?” She sank further into Blake’s warm embrace.
“I mean it. Just as I meant it when I said I loved you. Youareeverything I’ve wanted for my entire life, baby. And I will be goddamned if those skanky fuckers from Reflex Rebranding willeverhurt you. You have my word.”
Blake kissed Brooke once more, tucked her femme more firmly into her, and pulled the blankets up over them. “Now, even though I know it’s early for you, a good night’s sleep for the both of us is probably not a bad idea. Like I said, I’m meeting with the rest of the management team at six a.m. tomorrow to find out what Trill, Drew, and Teagan have found out. They want you there, too.” She paused, then growled menacingly. “I have a feeling that, whatever they’ve found, the news is going to piss me right the fuck off.”
“Blake, I’ve already told you…therehasto be way more to this entire clusterfuck than what we’ve seen on the surface so far. I feel it in my bones.”
“So do I, baby. So do I.”
Chapter 8
“Reflex Rebranding Group.” After the APS daily management meeting started the next morning, Trill’s fingers flew over the keyboard of her laptop, immediately beginning to share what she’d found out about the four partners. “Real names: Thom Berber, Clay Langston, Jack Norris, and Rob Kilgore. No fucking surprise that each of them has a rap sheet.” Brooke’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. “While there’s never been any evidence they’ve been involved in any type of violent crime, at least on paper, these boys seem to have an inability to keep their hands off what doesn’t belong to them.”
Brooke was sitting with the management team, as well as Kelly and Piper, in the larger of the two conference rooms at APS to find out what Trill and the others had discovered regarding Reflex Rebranding Group. Already, her heart was hammering in her chest from Trill’s initial statement. Even though it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out these weren’t nice guys, especially if they were embezzlers, hearing they’d all been to prison in the past startled her.
The Geek Crew team lead peered at her screen. “Embezzlement, larceny, fraud…you name it. It’s all white-collar shit, but none of it is sitting well with me. The last piece of intel I was waiting to come back,” she nodded at Blake, “was on a money laundering scam Kilgore was involved in up to his earlobes about fifteen years ago.
“Apparently, he had a sweet deal going down in South Florida utilizing casino transactions: he would buy chips with dirty money, gamble minimally, then cash out the chips, claiming the funds as gambling winnings. He would then passthose along to the ‘layering’ guy—the one who obscures the origin and ownership of the money—before the money was finally reintegrated into legitimate society at the end. Money laundering is always accomplished using those three stages: placement, layering, and integration. Kilgore subsequently disappeared when that particular house of cards collapsed. I haven’t been able to find evidence he’s been involved in any additional money laundering schemes since then. At least not yet.”
Drew was on her ultra-secure DarkMatter Katim phone. Looking up, she said, “This is where me and my crew come in. After Dara and Ari did some poking around, they found there are rumors in Purgatory that the four of them—Berber, Langston, Norris, and Kilgore—are scoring as money mules.” She looked at a puzzled Brooke and explained, “A money mule, little sis, is someone who transfers or moves illegally acquired funds on behalf of someone else. My team and I are still digging. However, it sounds like these guys just might be involved in a whole hell of a lot more than only embezzlement.”
Her mind whirling a thousand miles per minute, Blake turned to Teagan. “Anything on your end?”
Teagan shook her head. “So far, not much. Remy and I suspect most of what they’ve stolen from their ‘rescues’ has been physical product and equipment, offloaded for cash. No online paper trail, which isn’t to say that one doesn’t exist somewhere. If there is, Rem will find it, but I’m with Trill. I think we all are.” She rubbed her forehead. “There’s a way bigger story here. We just need to figure out what it is.”
“Especially with the whole money mule situation,” Drew broke in. “The thing is, you’ll never convince me that transporting for someone else is all those four are doing. When it comes to money laundering, mules earn awaysmaller piece of the pie. Not to mention, many mules are so fucking clueless,they aren’t even aware they’re being used for illegal transport in the first place. Reflex Rebranding is also not the type of outfit to settle for a pittance, from what we’ve seen. It stands to reason, then, that there is a lot more going on under the hood than what we’ve discovered so far.” The room was silent for a moment.
Looking soberly at Brooke, Kelly said quietly, “My bitch, the fuck I like even thethoughtof you being anywhere near these dicks.” She held up her hand when Brooke immediately started to object. “Trust me, I get where you’re coming from, homeslice, especially when it comes to your two clients. Each of us would feel the same way you do, knowing what those two stand to lose, on top of everything they’ve already been through. But we have to make one hundred percent certainyouare as protected as we can make you because these fuckerswill not play.”
“If Reflex gets even an inkling that you are associated with APS,” chimed in Piper bluntly, “they will shoot first and ask questions later. You don’t deal with the underbelly of society like we do, honey. As intelligent as you are, the way criminals think is not something you’re familiar with…nor would we expect you to be. It’s not inconceivable that you would never see a threat coming because of that.”
Brooke clutched Blake’s hand. “I do ninety percent of my work from home,” she said slowly. “Since the lease on my old apartment isn’t up for another four months, maybe I need to move back there so I’m not anywhere near the APS headquarters complex or apartments. That way, no one gets suspicious.”
“And that would be afuck no,” growled Blake, just as blunt as Piper had been. She reached over to lift Brooke into her lap.
“We can do for you what we did for Alyssa when she was being stalked by that obsessive piece of shit, Ivan Olsen. A few APS associates established a presence at her parents’ house, where she had been staying, so he wouldn’t suspect she had actually moved in with Jaime. Although I don’t think the Reflexguys will be monitoring you as closely as Olsen did Lys—if at all—giving the impression that your apartment is occupied is still a smart thing to do.”
