“It would take months for an assassin to break into the DEA database and decode the right files. By then, Consuelo will be behind bars, and the bounty dropped. An assassin wouldn’t even bother because he wouldn’t be paid.”
She crossed her arms. “Sounds like you have everything figured out.”
“I do.” He kissed her forehead. “If I feel your life is in danger, I’ll send for help. Federal agents will watch your home, as well as my parents’, or all of you will go into protective custody until the threat passes.”
Heat flamed in her cheeks. “Harold would be proud of you. I won’t say a word, but you should tell your parents once this is over with.”
“I’m the black sheep, remember? I doubt they’ll believe me.”
“It will take some convincing, but they will. Besides, the drug bust made national news. Consuelo’s arrest and trial will too. If you’re on TV or in the newspapers, how could they not believe you? You’re a hero.”
His eyebrows skyrocketed. “Hero? No one has called me that before.”
She lightly poked his chest. “Well, get used to it,hero. I’ve waited ten damn years for you to face your demons. I won’t lose you again. Got that?”
“Got it.”
Chapter Seven
“Ican’t believe youthreatened Santa wouldn’t come if he didn’t go to bed,” Jarrett whispered as Marissa closed the door to Jason’s bedroom. “You’re a naughty girl for lying on Christmas Eve.”
She winked. “It worked last year and the year before.”
“I see. You’re naughtier than I expected.” He nibbled her earlobe until a sweet gasp escaped her mouth.
“Jarrett, wait. Not outside my son’s room. C’mon.” She dragged him into her bedroom and pushed him against the door. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“So are you.” He cupped her ass and dragged her up his body. Oh, hell. He’d never get enough of her. Those legs and her breasts—fuck. As she wrapped her long limbs around him, he seized her lips and pushed away from the door.
“The bed,” she mumbled the words against his mouth.
He laid her down and topped her. “Lift your arms, baby.” He jerked off her sweater and groaned. The overhead light cast a golden glow across her smooth skin and curly hair. A sexy red-and-green striped bra cradled her breasts. He licked one of her taut nipples from atop the fabric and moaned from the scent of sugar cookies.
Marissa gasped and arched her back, pressing her breasts against his face.
“You’re killing me.” He nuzzled her chest before sliding his hands to her back and freeing the bra clasp. Her breasts bounced free and grazed his chest. His cock throbbed so painfully against his zipper that he lurched forward and dry humped her.
