“Insufferable prick,” he mutters.
“That and a few other adjectives,” I agree, watching said prick on the monitors.
My stomach tightens on Koby’s behalf when Jax pulls Leilani into his arms. His lips crash against hers, tongue deep down her throat, and her entire body goes rigid.
“Vaughn’s making his move,” Koby says, his complexion ashen as he jabs the heels of his shaking hands into his eyes. “What’s ours?”
Jax pulls away from the kiss, sending a cocky smile at the camera like he knows we’re watching.
Like he’s proving a point.
“I say we revisit Ryder’s accident idea,” Broadway says, pulling me back to the issue at hand. “Vaughn’s unpredictable. His moves don’t make sense. One day he’s afraid of Noretto and dragging Bianca halfway across the country to hide from the man, then he’s asking him for help.”
Carter nods, his gaze distant as his mind works through the possibilities. “No accidents, but I want Vaughn contained. Ryder, focus on locating the lunatic. Broadway, I want Jax tailed. He’s staying in the city. Find out where and send two of our guys to watch his every move.”
“Sure thing.” Broadway stands, grabs his drink, and heads for the door, a rhythmical spring in his steps.
“You can go, too,” Carter tells me. “Take your girl home. All your eye-fucking over the table makes me uncomfortable. And you.” He juts his chin at Koby, then points at the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”
This doesn’t look good. Carter rarely singles any one of us out; all our conversations are open to everyone’s ears. Not today. I don’t dwell on the fact but squeeze Koby’s shoulder as I leave.
I step back into the low-lit chaos ofScarlett. The music thumps hard enough to rattle my chest as I navigate the throng of bodies crowding the VIP section.
Bianca’s with the girls, legs crossed, a smile on her lips as she listens to Violet recounting some story. The green dress hugs her in all the right places, and that desire scorching my veins slams back into me with a vengeance.
She doesn’t notice me at first, focused on Violet’s words, but when I stop behind her and lean down, her breath hitches.
“It’s time your fine ass finds a different seat.”
She turns, her cheeks flushing. “And where should I sit?”
“My face, Summer.” I offer her my hand. “Come on.”
“Leaving so soon?” Hailey’s gaze darts between us when I help Bianca to her feet.
“Boss’s orders,” I reply, watching as my comment throws the little troublemaker off course.
Bianca gives the girls a wave and follows me out of the building through the back exit. The cool night air does nothing to cool the inferno beneath my skin. The fifteen-minute drive home doesn’t help either. She’s quiet the entire time, but the way her thighs press together doesn’t escape my notice. She knows what’s coming and she can’t wait.
Neither can I. I almost came in my pants when she told me she wants to sit on my face. Every man’s dream.
We step inside my condo, and I spin her around, pressing her against the door. My lips catch hers, finding an outlet for the desperate need.
She gasps and moans, tugging my shirt free from my pants before unbuttoning it from the top.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night. I want you naked and on my face inside a minute.” I grip the hem of her dress, yanking it up as I trail small, biting kisses down her neck.
I toss the dress aside as soon as it’s off, Bianca’s perfect, naked body before me, her skin glowing in the LED lights. Following in my steps, she abandons the unbuttoning task and tugs at my shirt, her touch frantic as she pulls it over my head.
“You’re wearing too much,” she says, fiddling with my belt.
I step back long enough to unbuckle and kick off my pants and boxers, my cock a titanium pole, balls so fucking full after an evening of her teasing. “Better?”
“So much better.” She grabs me at the hilt, pumping slowly.
“Pussy. Face. Now,” I grit out, swatting her hand away.
We stumble down the hallway, kissing, touching like a pair of sex-starved teenagers. The backs of my knees hit the bed and with a single push from Bianca, I fall back, taking her with me.
