“Got ya.” And I can hear the moment he’s back; it’s like a lock engaging for us. Thomas is my intel, finds anything and everything I need on the job, and sets everything up. So, I just have to get there and snuff them out. We’re a well-oiled machine.
“While I have you, Damian will join us. I haven’t come to him yet, but once he gets settled into the apartment, I will bring it up to him, and I know he’ll take it. He needs an outlet, and this will be it for him.”
Thomas clears his throat. “I think it’s a good idea.”
“Send me details on the next job, and let's get it going quickly. I’m feeling antsy.” I tell him truthfully. Thomas is my best friend and knows as well as I that I need to keep busy.
“Got ya, boss. I’ll send everything over now.”
“Thanks,” I pause for a second, “Thomas, send her home.”
The line goes silent before I hear his reply. Curt and quick. “Okay.” He doesn’t say goodbye; the line goes dead.
Breathing in deeply, I store away the phone. Did I cross a line? Maybe, but I have to make sure we’re protected. I know Thomas isn’t stupid; he’s had women, but with him answering my call on speaker, I can tell his head isn’t all the way there, and I need it all the way in. It’s life or death. “Fuck.” My hands comb through my hair, pushing my hair back, over and over.
I grab my regular cell and have to send Thomas a text.
*Hey. Look, I’m sorry. But we have to be smart about this. I trust you, but I don’t trust everyone else.
I hit send and waited for a few moments. It shows he’s read it. His bubbles pop up, disappear, and pop up once again before they disappear altogether.
Sliding the phone onto my desk, I put all my focus on the file Thomas sent me.
John Jenkins, forty-one years old, is married with two kids. CEO of a pharmaceutical company. Worth eight million. Hired by a partner of his because John is stealing money, dipping his toes in with the Cartels, and threatening to have the partner's family murdered, but not before having him watch his wife and little girls be used first.
My blood boils reading the last part. What kind of sick fucking person says something like that? And I know he’ll do it too. One thing in this life, everyone doesn’t think like me. Money is the root of all evil, the heart of the beast. And men like Jenkins don’t need to be roaming this world.
I comb through every bit of information Thomas has accumulated. One thing about me is that I like to be ready—no surprises or any undiscovered information. If I have to wait weeks, I will. I won’t jump the gun. Everything has to happen in perfect order; one fuck up, and it could cost us all, everything I’ve built for years, imploding in seconds.
The door creaks open, yanking me out of the paperwork on my desk and the laptop with many files open, to see Rowan standing and watching.
“The sun has gone down,” Rowan informs me. With those words, I turn in my chair; the once sunny view is now dark with night. Fuck.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
She shakes her head, walking toward me. “No need to apologize.” As she comes closer to me, her smell hits my nose. It’s addicting, something I hope I never get used to. Roses and vanilla, with a mix of her own scent. She rolls my chair back away from the desk, giving herself room to mount me. As she does, I quickly shut the laptop and move the papers in one motion. Rowan quirks her eyebrow at me, but doesn’t speak, as she straddles me.
My leather chair squeaks under our combined weight, but we both ignore it. It could fall to pieces under us, and we wouldn’t know it, as I capture her mouth, and she feverishly invites me in. Our tongues roam over the others, her mouth with a slight taste of red wine, making it even more intoxicating. Our moans intermingle as she grinds herself on me, my dick waking up.
I need her skin, the feel of her velvetiness. My hands become hasty as I yank her T-shirt from her body, her beautiful, full tits now on display, her tan nipples beading with the cool air, and I attack it. Sucking the bulb into my mouth, my hands roam her body, needing to touch every inch of her.
Rowan throws her head back as I bite her nipple, giving her a slight jolt of pain, and she grinds harder onto my aching cock.
Popping her nipple from between my lips, “On your feet.”
Her hooded eyes, full of arousal, watch my lips as she maneuvers her body from mine, standing. With no other instructions, her sleep shorts fall to the ground.
“Fuck.” It comes out more of a moan as I lean into her slight dusting of hair, breathing her in, my hands squeezing each of my chair’s armrest, the leathers protesting under the pressure. As my tongue slowly run down her slit, I slide into her pussy, tasting her sweet saltiness. I could feast on Rowan for the rest of my days and be a full man.
“Oh, God,” she pants out, loving the way my tongue works her.
Savoring her taste, I stand up. “Unzip me.”
Her hands flash out hurriedly, unbuttoning my jeans, lowering my zipper, and my dick pops out, needing to be freed from the confines.
Rowan drops to her knees behind my desk, wrapping her small hand around the base of my dick, lining it up with her mouth.
My head falls back as her warm and wet mouth sucks me in, her tongue massaging my shaft as she slowly sucks me in and out. Her hand cups my balls and carefully plays with them. As her pressure on my cock becomes harder, my hips buck into her, moving faster. Loving the way her teeth gently graze over my sensitive cock.
