He held her gaze and assessed her.“How is it you kept her from me, Lance?She is brash, yes, and totally without the respect I see in my women, but she is also not one who spends her days going to spas and spending money.She works like a man, behaves like one.”
Lance grabbed her ass and planted a kiss on her neck.She shivered as he scraped his teeth along her pulse, knowing he felt it.Holy shit that was potent, and it hadn’t even been on her mouth.
“Not all the time she doesn’t.”
All the men roared in laughter.
“I’m sure she knows how to ride your face and take your cock like a pro.”
He vibrated behind her.“You’ll never know because I’llnevershare her.”
Relaxing into his ironclad hold, Jasmine sighed.“What’s it going to be?”So much for her plans of laying low.
“We will talk tomorrow.Early.You know the time and place, Lance.Let’s go home.”He snapped his fingers and as one all the men turned except for Michel.At least not until his father smacked him in the back of the head.
After another glare, one she wasn’t sure was for her or the sexy detective still curved around her like she was his everything, he stalked off after his father.
Alone in the alley once more, she angled back to him so they were face to face.She knew a siren’s smile turned up her lips, she skimmed her hand down his chest until she gripped his cock, then she squeezed until she had his attention.
Holy fuck, the man had a size on him she would love to try out.His eyes roved over her face like he had permission to eye-fuck her.
“Wanna keep holding onto that, baby?Or are we going to get out of this alley and start making up for lost time?”
She dragged her tongue along her lower lip and loved how his eyes darkened with heat.“I’ve not held it for so long.You know I go through withdrawals.”She began stroking him.His large frame shuddered seconds before he curved his hand around the back of her neck.Strong fingers bit into her flesh, marking her.Claiming her.
Problem was, she didn’t mind.
“I have no problem fucking you here.”His words were rasped.
“Is that fucking me?Or fucking me over?”
He lowered his face and brushed his mouth along the corner of hers.“We need to talk, but they’re still watching us.”
Yeah, she wasn’t an idiot.
Nipping at his lip, she sucked it into her mouth and ate his groan as he grabbed her hips, smashing their bodies together.Need sizzled through her, so powerful she almost forgot she stood in a darkened alley with a man she’d once propositioned mostly so he wouldn’t arrest her.
Another bite to his lip and she pulled back to see his eyes.“Your place, because I’m not taking you to mine.”She released his cock and put a couple of steps between them.
Chapter Three
Trusting you is my decision,
but proving me right is your choice.
Back at his place, Lance ran a check for listening devices, even though the steps he’d left in place to make sure no one had entered while he’d been out meeting Michel then Dusan were still in place.He couldn’t afford not to be extra vigilant.While he did, Jasmine leaned against the wall.Not the door, but the wall that was behind cement, not trusting just a small bit of wood to keep her safe if a shot came.He admired her for that.
He was bothered by a few things.First was that she didn’t speak and didn’t seem to be in any rush to do so.The second and far more important aspect was the intensity of his attraction to her.
Content with his check, he exhaled and rested his head against the wall.“Can I get you anything?Drink?I have water, beer, and juice.”
His place wasn’t that big, and he didn’t spend a lot of what was given to him.Part of his way to not get comfortable with the life.
“No.”
He stared at her before pushing away from the wall and heading to the kitchen for a drink.She may not want or need one, but he sure the fuck did.Popping the top on his beer, he strolled back into the living room.Jasmine hadn’t moved.
“I need your help.”
