“Not in tone. They’re just frequent.”
“Guess he’s thinking about her a lot. Did Six get her phone records?”
“You think he was contacting her on her personal phone?”
“Based on these emails, I want to see his house, at the very least.” I bet we’ll find some interesting things. “And I want allhisemails.” Six only sent through ones that are directly connected to Veronica. But I wonder if Colin is talking about her to others. And whether he’s emailing anyone else this frequently.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll go ask him—”
“I can go. I need to stretch my legs.” Sitting for long periods of time makes me stir crazy. Unless we’re snuggling on the couch and having a movie marathon, it’s my least favourite activity. “You want a coffee on my way back?” It’s close to seven in the evening, and hopefully almost time for us to head home, but I don’t mind playing a little caffeine Russian roulette. Staying up late just means more time with him.
“Sure.”
I’m almost out the door when Kendrick calls my name. He’s looking at me with a strange expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitates, then shakes his head with a small smile that’s almost shy. “Nothing. Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.”
Six hasn’t poked his head in to let us know he’s leaving, like he always does, so he has to be here somewhere. His office door is closed but not locked, so I waltz right in.
And immediately freeze on the threshold. Oops.
Six has Greer bent over his desk, and they definitely aren’t working. I assume. Greer is hunched forward, knuckles white over the edge, his eyes closed, and the bottom of his white shirt shoved in his mouth, exposing his rock-hard stomach. A deep groan falls from his lips every time Six thrusts into him.
“Hey, guys. Do you want me to—”
“Nah, come on in,” Six says casually. “He loves an audience. Don’t you, L?”
Greer doesn’t answer. Can’t. I doubt that Six will be impressed if he spits out his shirt. And Greer is nothing if not obedient when it comes to Six. Everyone else is another story, of course. Greer willingly submits to his partner and has no qualms about doing it in front of people. Why would he? It doesn’t take away how much of an asshole he is, or his unshakeable confidence when flipping the entire world off. Getting on his knees doesn’t weaken him in any way, and I think he likes how it can make people underestimate him.
“I’m just here to give you more work,” I reply. “Sure you want me to stay?”
Six grins and then rolls his hips, rattling the desk and making Greer whine low in his throat. “What do you need, Spence?”
I drop into Greer’s empty chair and hook my ankle on my knee, lacing my hands behind my back and stretching out. “Need you to look into one of Veronica Ferguson’s coworkers. We think he might have had an unsavoury interest in her, so we want to see who he’s been talking to, and about what.”
“Send me an email with a name, and I’ll get it for you tomorrow.” Six stops moving, a hand idly caressing Greer’s chest. Greer’s angry muffling sounds like he’s trying to swear. There was definitely an “asshole” in there somewhere. “What did you just say to me?” Six asks, like he’s giving Greer a chance to take it back. He’s not going to, and we all know it.
Greer stills.
Six taps his way up Greer’s spine, humming a light tune before landing on his nape. The same grip Kendrick had on me not that long ago. The way that Greer responds is worlds different. The tension leaves his face at the same time that his mouth opens, the shirt falling. Putting his trust completely in a man who has him at a disadvantage, whocouldkill him in the blink of an eye.
“Apologise.”
Greer doesn’t hesitate or fight him. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t believe you. Say it again.”
“I’m sorry.”
Six uses a hold on Greer’s shoulder to drag him up so that he’s half standing and pressed against Six’s chest. Greer is completely clothed, his pants tented and straining from his hard cock. I’m glad that he doesn’t have it out. I have zero interest in seeing his parts. The only man I want to see naked is Kendrick, and he’s never been shy about taking off his clothes in front of me. He never denies me when I ask.
Six presses his lips to Greer’s ear. “Again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you deserve for me to finish this?”
