“Well, no shit, baby.Have you seen the way the men in this place look at you?I want you wearing my name all over so they stop looking.”
She gasped when he hit deep and her hips canted, allowing him deeper access.He bent his head and sucked on her neck, planning on doing exactly that.Putting his mark there so everyone knew this woman was taken.
Mine.
She shuddered, coming once more around his dick.He pulled out, eyes on his cock as he did, watching their combined pleasure on his skin and hers.Scooping some off with his fingers, he pushed them back inside her.She didn’t argue.
Lance put his fingers to her mouth and she opened and cleaned them off before holding his gaze as she sank to her knees and deep throated him.
“Fucking hell!”He slammed his palms on the door behind her.
She didn’t tarry.She cleaned him off and tucked him carefully back in his tuxedo pants and rose smoothly back to her feet.
“Wouldn’t want you to mess up that tuxedo.”She patted his cheek, reached behind her and unlocked the door.
He didn’t move back, which would have allowed her to open the door.No.Instead he pushed closer and kissed her, sweeping his tongue through her mouth, picking up on their combined tastes.“This ass is mine tonight.”
“Yes.”She panted against his mouth.
“Let’s get back out there.”He drew her away from the door and together they exited the room, side by side, his hand possessively on her hip and on the side of her that didn’t hide the mark he put on her neck.
Damn woman makes me feral.
Chapter Seven
The muzzle tapped three times against his forehead before the heavy sigh came.“I really want to kill you.”
Lance nearly tensed as he looked up at Dusan from his seated position as he looked over some spreadsheets about the business.He stared at the man holding the Glock.Ungloved and in his typical suit.While Lance wasn’t strapped down in a chair, he was at a distinct disadvantage.His own weapon was tucked in the back of his waistband.
“Not that I have a say in the matter but personally, I’d prefer you didn’t.Might I know what it was your son says I did this time?”His breath quickened and he worked to bring it back down.
Normally he would have simply gone along, but now, every fucking second here was one away from Jasmine and a chance he wouldn’t make it back to her.
I’m not okay with that.
Generally, he wasn’t one who believed in all that mumbo jumbo about destiny and such things but with Jasmine, he couldn’t help but feel this was another try for the both of them.Also, it partially justified in his mind how he’d reacted to her when she’d propositioned him and he had tried his hardest to appear unaffected by the brash woman who by all accounts had been a whore and druggie who used her sister for her own benefit.
He'd felt something that day and he sure as hell felt something for her now.
“He says you met with some of the cops from the benefit yesterday.”
Cracking his neck, Lance nodded.“We did.Wasn’t that the point of the event?Connections?”
Dusan pushed the muzzle against his forehead once more and scowled.With a heavy sigh, he stepped back and lowered his large body down to a tall-backed blue leather chair.
“What did you discuss?”
“We spoke about snowboarding and Whistler.”Lance returned his gaze to his lap as he finished perusing the spreadsheets.
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”He frowned as he looked over the inventory for the most recent shipment.“Were you expecting it to be something more exciting?”Clicking into another spreadsheet, he typed in the code he was searching for.
“I’m suspicious.”
“I have nothing to hide.”And he didn’t—that’s all it had been, talking about winter sports and visiting Whistler.“I do have a question, however.”He angled the large computer screen toward his boss.“The count of what was delivered doesn’t match what had been ordered and claimed shipped.For this item here.”He used a pen tip to point out the order.
It was guns, which were listed as auto parts.Front and rear axle shafts.
