Page 28 of Unexpected Redemption

He looks even sexier. Head thrown back. Veins bulging in his neck. Jaw clenched. Eyes slammed closed.

Eventually, we both grow still, sweat pours down my back and between my breasts. When I lick my lips, I taste the salty wetness of my perspiration.

On the inside, though, all I feel . . . is peace.

And also sated, but mostly peace.

He turns off the vibrator, setting it on the table.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“You’re such a good girl. I’m so damn proud of you, Lettie. So proud. You did so well.”

My eyes fasten shut, and I let my head sag on his shoulder, simply soaking up the contentment and joy.

We stay joined, breathing leveling out, and hands lovingly entangled.

It’s perfection.

At some point, Tomer pokes his head through my fog of bliss. “Lettie, is that lube still tingling down there?”

At his prompting, I focus my attention between my thighs. “Um. Yes. It is.”

My eyes spring open when I hear the click of the vibrator.

“One more. Just to be sure.”

Chapter 5

VIP butt kissing

TOMER

My knuckles rap at the slightly ajar door to Shep’s office.

“Come in,” he calls, tension braided throughout his tone.

When I enter, he’s at his desk with his laptop open in front of him. By his expression, he’s unimpressed with what he’s watching.

Scratch that. Not watching but listening. He’s got one earbud in. Then again, I suppose listening doesn’t preclude him from looking.

Why am I overanalyzing this?

Silently, I take the seat across from his desk, waiting for him to acknowledge me or drift his attention from the screen.

And I wait some more.

“What are you working on, Shep?” I prompt once my patience is exhausted.

Took three seconds, which isn’t too shabby, all things considered.

He taps a key on the laptop, removes the earpiece, and finally meets my eyes over the top of his screen. “I’m relistening to the recording, hoping to find something I missed.”

Last night, Shep went to pay our Russian friend Yuri a visit, presumably at his strip club. And byfriend, I mean the scourge of society who we allow to keep breathing because he’s occasionally useful and allegedly keeps his nose clean.

The gift of oxygen we bestow on him may expire soon unless he helps us find the fucker who abducted and assaulted Lettie. Judging by the look on Shep’s face, Yuri’s days are numbered.

Yevdokim Ivanovich—my primary target at present—wasoris Yuri’s employee. We’re unclear about their status. Yev has long been Yuri’s right-hand man and the muscle he uses for protection or intimidation, whatever the need.Therefore, it stands to reason that Yuri will know where he is or how to find him.

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