Page 11 of Soul of Discretion

Nick remembered well the conversation he’d had with the sneering Augustus Baronne. He’d had to exert all the self-control he’d possessed not to smack the supercilious bastard in the face.

The inspector nodded before looking down at the victim. Nick doubted Jack was innocent in this. “I hate doing this to you guys but I need you two to cut the conference short. It’ll take until tomorrow morning for us to get the coroner’s report and the scene processed, so use tonight as your last night of vacation. Then reopen the case first thing tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison before Nick’s phone beeped again.

He stepped a few feet away and unlocked it. Sure enough, he had a message on crUIzer, but he hadn’t logged in to mark himself as looking to hook up tonight. Strange. He opened the message out of curiosity to find a single thing written from Aristocat69.

8 pm.

“I’ll be damned,” Nick murmured, shocked to hear from the handsome man again. “What?” the inspector asked.

“Nothing, sir.” Nick turned toward the crime scene and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He looked at his watch, noting that it was almost five p.m. There’d be plenty of time for him to go back to his hotel room, shower, and make it to Simon’s.

“Put the word out to our informants. See what they can shake out of the tree,” Nick ordered, and Ben nodded in agreement before pulling out his cell phone. “Sir, this should be enough to get us into Breakforce for a meeting. Maybe they have information we don’t have.”

The inspector started up the side of the ditch and yelled at Nick when he got to the top. “Finish up here and I’ll see you in the office bright and early tomorrow. Also, I’ll put in a few calls to get us into Breakforce.”

It didn’t take Nick and Ben much longer to work their part of the scene. The body appeared to have been dumped days ago, and any possible evidence in the area had washed away in the spring rains.

Jack’s body was taken away to do an autopsy, and the evidence they’d found was boxed up and sent to the office. Soon enough they climbed into Nick’s truck and headed back to their hotel.

“I’ve always wondered what Mr Teeman was doing with the Baronne family. He didn’t fit the mould of somebody involved with the Mafia,” Ben stated. They’d been investigating the Baronnes and conducting surveillance when they’d noticed Jack Teeman for the first time.

“You’re right he didn’t. I doubt he’d been there by choice, but we didn’t have enough evidence to question him before. We need to get our hands on copies of all communications and banking information for Mr Teeman. His condo has to be sealed so that might be the best place to start tomorrow.”

When they got back to the hotel, Nick pulled out his cell phone, opened the crUIzer app, and replied to Simon’s message much the same way as he had the first time. “Agreed.”

Nick couldn’t help but be excited by the thought of being fucked by the gorgeous man again. He understood there could be nothing between them no matter the sparks he felt. Besides the fact that Simon appeared adamant about sampling the wares across the globe, he also lived in England, not exactly conducive for a relationship. Simon was only in it for the fuck, which worked out fine for Nick. He ignored the slight twinge of regret that thought brought as he walked into the shower.

An hour later, Nick was outside Suite 1001 yet again. He admitted his heart beat a little faster at the thought of getting his hands on the sexy Brit. Part of him wondered what had changed. Why did a man who prided himself on never being with the same person twice want a repeat performance? Nick didn’t intend to read more into this; they were two consenting adults scratching an itch and relieving stress at the same time.

He raised his hand and knocked on the hotel room door, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was surprised by how quickly the door opened and the fact he was dragged inside. Simon shoved him up against the wall and unbuttoned Nick’s shirt while nibbling on his stubbled jaw. Nick went from simmering to full-blown need in seconds. He tried to unbutton Simon’s shirt, but his big fingers wouldn’t cooperate so in one quick pull he ripped the front of his lover’s shirt wide open. The sound of buttons hitting the floor echoed in the quiet room.

Nick had no idea how much that one shirt cost, but he’d bet it was worth more than everything he wore and then some. He felt bad for ruining it but the moaning response he got out of Simon was worth it. Soon they were both naked; their clothing strewn across the room and Simon reached out and took Nick’s hand.

He followed Simon to the bedroom. neither of them had said a word and he was comfortable with that. Their bodies spoke volumes: between Simon’s gentle caresses and his soft lips exploring Nick’s body, neither of them needed words.

Simon followed him onto the bed where he hovered over Nick. “You are so damn sexy, Northernsalute.”

Then he did the one thing Nick never expected—he leaned down and claimed Nick’s lips in a passionate kiss. Simon dominated the kiss much like he’d done with Nick’s body during their first encounter, but Nick liked to give as good as he got. He used his tongue to explore Simon’s mouth, mapping every inch and making his lover moan his approval, which spurred Nick on.

Their bodies writhed against each other, skin against hard muscle. Simon’s pale complexion contrasted with Nick’s tanned body beautifully. His blond hair reminded Nick of silk between his fingers. Everything about the man turned him on. He needed more.

“Can I taste you?” Nick asked, not wanting to assume.

Simon’s eyes were golden, his face flushed with excitement. God, he was gorgeous. Simon rolled off him and lay on his back at the head of the bed, legs spread. “Yes. I want your lips and tongue on my cock.”

Nick didn’t have to be told twice. He shifted onto his hands and knees and crawled up from the foot of the bed, gaining himself an appreciative growl from Simon. This position gave him the chance to admire the man who had taken over his thoughts since last night.

“Like what you see?” Simon asked, that cocky grin that drove Nick crazy firmly in place along with something else.

“You know you’re hot, you sexy bastard,” he quipped before lowering his head and licking Simon’s cock from balls to tip.

His lover cried out and dug his fingers into the bedding. The sound of Simon losing control did something primal to Nick. In the next pass, he sucked Simon’s hard cock down his throat, enjoying the way his lips stretched around its girth.

“Oh fuck… yes, babe. Want to keep you.” Simon gasped and Nick knew better than to take words spoken during sex as gospel. One of his golden rules.

God, he even tastes amazing.