She moved up and down, sucking him as she found her perfect rhythm. Each time she got to the top, Mac would flick and twirl her tongue around his most sensitive spot.
“Fuck.” He huffed out a breath. “I’m not gonna last long, you keep that up.”
She smiled around him.That’s kind of the point.
With a little more speed, Mac’s head bobbed up and down between his thighs. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as was possible, she added in her fist while sucking him off with the perfect amount of pressure.
Coop’s breathing became uneven and more labored. With each new stroke, she could feel him grow impossibly harder.
“Ah, shit, Mac. I’m close. If you don’t want to—”
Mac sucked him in harder. Took him deeper. And when she felt him jerk forward, she opened herself even more, ready to savor everything his body had to give.
“McKenna!”
Coop shouted her name into the wide-open air as he came. Mac felt his hot seed spurt against the back of her throat, and she swallowed. She kept swallowing until he was spent, his body depleting every single drop of pleasure inside her.
Raising her head, Mac licked her swollen lips as she stared up into a set of heavy-lidded, satiated eyes.
“For the record”—his words escaped between heaving breaths—“this is the best idea…you’ve ever had.”
Mac smiled wide. Seeing this man happy, knowingshe’dbrought him so much pleasure, she couldn’t agree more.
* * *
“Where the fuck are they?”
“Jesus.” He held the phone from his head to keep his eardrum from busting. “My guy’s working on it.”
“Your guys?” The man huffed angrily. “Yourguysare the ones who let them get away in the first place.”
“That couldn’t be helped.”
“It could have if you’d waited to take Marino out instead of doing it in broad fucking daylight with Abigail and her boys standing right next to him.”
In hindsight, that probably was a rash decision. He was just so sick of the whole damn thing and wanted it over with, already.
He kept his voice calm, hoping it would rub off on the man nearly panicking on the other end of the call.
“There was no way to predict they’d bring in their own clean-up crew.”
“It wasn’t a goddamn cleaning crew,” the man growled. “It was Homeland Fucking Security.”
“I understand that, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. Look at it this way, we’re closer to ending this thing than we were a week ago. You wanted Luca out of the picture, he’s out. As for the other two, they’re going to show up eventually.”
“Eventually isn’t soon enough. The feds are closing in fast. I need her to take me to that money,now.”
“How do you even know she still has it? That was over eleven years ago. She’s probably spent it by now.”
“If she’d spent it, she wouldn’t have come to the funeral like you told her to.”
He thought for a moment. “You have a point.”
“No shit.” There was a long pause. “What about her phone? Shouldn’t your people have been able to track it by now?
“That’s what I called to tell you. They tracked her phone to her apartment in Dallas. I already have a guy there. He went there, earlier. She wasn’t there, but he tossed the place and found her phone in one of her drawers. She ditched it.”
“She’s laying low, you idiot. Of course she didn’t take it with her.”
