A sniff of distaste.“Of course.Unlike my children, I know the meaning of dressing for your success.”
“My woman?”
Lance glanced over his shoulder at the woman in question.Jasmine lay sprawled nude over the queen mattress in the bedroom.A light blanket draped over her, covering her firm ass and part of her lower back.She slept on her stomach, arms bent and beneath the pillow supporting her head.Her skin glowed and he grinned even as his heart thumped in a possessive way, flipping and calling for him to head over to her, hang up the phone and drill his cock as far as he could inside that tight pussy until she couldn’t imagine what it was like to not feel him in her.
“Of course she will be with you.”
The smooth delivery had him suspicious, more than he already had been.There was something going on that he wanted to shock Lance with.Problem was, with a man like Dusan, that could be anything from ordering him to kill a man, having one shot in front of him or any other myriad of shit that he could demand.
“We’ll be there in an hour.”
Everything inside him wanted to hang up on the man but he knew better.A poised few seconds before a low grunt and the call was done.He huffed and made sure the phone was off before placing it on the oak bedside table, next to hers where it leaned against the brass base of her lamp.
Sinking to the mattress, he reached out a hand and placed it on the small of her back.Not even a full second later, he found himself looking up the barrel of her sidearm, her gaze sharp andverymuch aware.
Lance hiked an eyebrow.“I left the bed maybe ten minutes ago.Did you already forget me?”
A slow blink but no verbal response to his question.Instead, she rose to a seated position, her full breasts distracting him for a few seconds with their dark nipples that hardened beneath his perusal.He slid his gaze down her toned body, admiring the lean muscles that flexed and moved with her.
Shifting her legs, she moved them to the side he sat on but had them so she could slip off behind him.Didn’t stop the flash of her pussy that he definitely ogled.Still silent, she set her weapon on the small table before striding from the room without care she was naked and headed into the bathroom.When the water turned on, he moaned and flopped to his side.
He watched her from below lowered lids as she walked back in the room, a towel tucked above her breasts.
Without a word, she moved by him and bent to grab her phone and gun then padded out on silent feet.The moment she was back in the hallway, he reached down and gripped his dick, squeezing hard trying to push his hunger for her down.
“Fuck.”He pushed to his feet and walked out to find her in the kitchen, unwrapping a Hot Pocket type of food.
She held it up and popped an eyebrow.He shook his head, not wanting to eat that.While it heated in the microwave, she got herself a tall glass of cold water.
“Dusan has an event tonight we have been ordered to attend.”
He watched her throat move as she swallowed.“Okay.”Glass on the countertop, she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.“What kind of event?”
“Fancy.”
The microwave beeped and she turned to it, pulling out the pastry and huffing slightly as she pulled it from the sleeve.He groaned when she took a large bite.Eyes wide and watery, she opened her mouth and fanned a hand before it like that was going to help cool it down.
“Coulda waited a second or three.”His deadpan remark was met with a narrowing gaze.
“Hungry.”She barely waited before taking another bite.This time the moan of pleasure kicked his cock to high gear.
“I’m going to shower.It’s fancy and I have to go back to my place and get a tux.”
He pulled one out in the shower, because otherwise it was going to be a hell of a night, then frowned as he stepped out and heard Jasmine talking to someone.Towel around his waist, he peered through the doorway and watched her nod to someone at the front door before she closed it on him.
While his woman had on more than a towel, she wasn’t wearing all that much.She walked back toward him, picking up a garment bag on her way.
“What’s that?”
“Tom Ford.”She brushed by him and hung the garment bag on the doorframe.Facing him, she raked her gaze over him and smirked.“Personally I’d rather you stay in the towel.”
Said towel began to lift as his cock swelled.
“I’d prefer you naked and on my dick.”
“Pencil me in for later.”A wink and she vanished in the bathroom.
He definitely would do that.Once he tugged on a pair of black boxer briefs, he unzipped the bag and whistled low.“Love me some Italian wool.”
