The punch hurt, he saw it when she flinched.“I don’t trust the government.That’s what WitSec is.I refuse to give people that much control over me again.Especially a group that can change their mind in an instant and leave me exposed, alone and helpless.They help as long as you have something to barter with but if you are an inconvenience, or they don’t like you, you’re cut loose.”
He understood that but still, it chaffed to think of her having to have been out on her own for this long.
“You’re good.”
A sexy smirk.“I’m fucking incredible.”
“I tailed you.”
“And I found out.”A shrug.“Here we are.”
He closed the distance she’d created and continued backing her up until the wall behind her stopped farther retreat.
“It’s not going to be pretty.”
“Never expected it to be.”
“What happens when this is over?”He pulled her shirt from her pants and inched it up her body.
“I go somewhere else.I suspect you have something waiting for you back where you belong.”
He didn’t know about that anymore.He’d busted his ass to make detective, sure.But this undercover op had changed a lot of his perspectives.All the dirty cops there were, how justice wasn’t blind, and more.
Removing her shirt, he stared at her breasts in the plain white bra she had on.How could one thing be so sexy?
“Maybe.”That was the only allowance he would give.“Right now, I think you should ride my cock and tell me what the plan is.”
She leaned forward and nipped his lower lip.“I like that idea.Strip.”
An order he had no problem following.
* * * *
At the end of their days without Dusan back in their life, they lay together on Lance’s bed, Jasmine slumbering against him.Her mouth was by his nipple and each exhale put him in another level of hell.His body ached for her but he also knew she didn’t get the best sleep so he left her alone, slowly extracting himself from her body.He carefully drew a pair of workout pants on over his morning wood and walked to his kitchen.
He had started the coffee when the door swung open and he found Dusan along with his two bodyguards standing there.
“You do know there is such a thing as knocking, right?”He walked out of the kitchen and watched as the bodyguards looked down at his cock then back to his face.“We still have this day.”
Dusan shrugged.“Plans have changed.Where’s your woman?”
“Right here, wondering why the fuck you’ve busted in here when I’ve not gotten my cock this morning?”Jasmine’s voice pulled their focus.
He glanced to his left and saw her there, sheet tucked under her arms and a gun in one hand.Her hair was a tangled mess that spoke of being loved hard and often, and it made him want to bend her over and let that hot pussy suck him in once more.
Dusan’s lips curved up.“You like sex?Maybe my men want a turn.”
Anger spit through Lance.
Jasmine snorted.“I’d hate for your son to lose the only smart person in his life.”She gestured with the gun.“You tell them to come after me like I’m slut on the auction block and I will put a bullet between your eyes.Then fight them.Either way, you die first.”
“I have mentioned to you, Lance, how bloodthirsty your woman is, right?”
Lance moved toward her.“I’m aware.Where are we going?”
“A place you need more clothing than this.”
“But casual?”
