A sharp onyx black.Satin along the lapel and side stripe, peak lapel, and double vent.The crisp black shirt fit like it had been made for him alone.Bowtie hanging around his neck, he drew up the pants and fastened them as she walked out of the bathroom in a barely there dark silvered gray lingerie set.
“Shit.”
Lace.It was lace covering her pussy in the smallest triangle possible.Her breasts were pushed up in some lacy bra that was going to have him hard all night.Her lips turned up as she walked toward him.
“You’re looking good, Detective.”
“You’re fucking sexy as hell.”He left the pants undone and prowled toward her, circling her but not actually touching.“You trying to kill me?”
“That would be counterproductive now, wouldn’t it?I wouldn’t get more of that dick I’m addicted to.”
Her Cheshire grin had his dick fighting for escape.Giving in to his need, he gripped that very cock and squeezed, loving how her gaze dropped there.
“It’s always for you, baby.Onlyfor you.”
She quirked an eyebrow.“Better be, because if I find out it’s gone in anyone else or been touched by anyone else, I’ll fucking feed it to you in pieces.”
Lance moved toward her and she locked her knees at the pure predation in his gaze.Fucking panty-melting.Jasmine understood why some women had a thing for men in tuxes.While jeans and a tee were her catnip, there wasn’t any denying how this looked on him.
He caged her in, hands on either side over her head, and bent close.
“We are supposed to get moving, baby and you being all dangerously possessive turns me on.”A deep breath and he dragged his nose along her neck and up along her face.“Seriously fucking turning me on.”
She whimpered as he thrust his thigh between hers, lifting her up on her toes, even in her heels.Her pussy clenched, desperate to have his thick length filling her, stretching her.Lance secured his hand around her throat.
Pulse kicking into high, she licked her lips.He squeezed and she rocked against the granite-hard thigh beneath her.
He lowered his face into hers and held her gaze.“Let’s go.”Another brief squeeze against the flutter of her pulse before he stepped back, and she nearly moaned at the loss of his touch.Lance helped her into her light jacket and they walked down to his vehicle, hand remaining at the small of her back.
She wasn’t sure where they were going and didn’t bother asking, it wouldn’t matter.They’d been demanded to attend so whether it was in a hotel, Dusan’s home, or in some fancy building, she was going to be there.
* * * *
He pulled up to the front of the aquarium and she leaned forward, interest piquing.The valet opened her door and held out his hand.By the time she’d unclicked her seatbelt, Lance had moved around and moved the valet out of his way, so it was Lance’s hand she settled her palm against.
“Thank you.”She didn’t pull away as he tucked her into his side.
“The thought of another’s hands on you, baby, makes me feral.Let’s try to get through the night without me ripping some dumbass’s head off and spitting down his throat, shall we?”
They walked up the steps and beyond the large pillars to step inside.Her breath caught in her throat.
Low lighting, a good majority of it by the lighting in the massive tanks that were lining the room.People mingled and chatted as some danced.Her gaze swept the room, taking in the major players in the city.
“It seems like he’s trying to see if someone outs us.”
Lance nodded as they walked deeper into the room.“You good?”
She understood.They hadn’t gone over all the particulars of why she was where she was at the moment, and given both their lives were on the line, she got his questioning.
“Always.You?”
“Never better.”His fingers brushed over the top of her ass before he guided them to the bar.
That’s where Dusan found them.
The mafia boss wore a tuxedo as well but in her personal opinion, not as well as Lance wore his.Still, the man cut a sharp figure.
“You came.”He sipped from a tumbler as he raked his assessing gaze over her.
