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He reaches around, and I spread my legs a little wider to give him access. “I love how you touch me,” I bite out. “I love how you feel inside me.”

“I love you,” he replies to that, starting a gentle strumming across my clit.

I open my mouth to say it too, but hold back. I’m not sure why. “Make me come,” I urge instead. “Make me yours.”

“You are mine.”

The motion of his fingers against the almost raw nerve endings is as soothing as it is stimulating—it’s like the pressure they provide turns the painful edge the need had become into a lever that starts cranking something low inside my belly. It creeps up with each contrasting brush of his fingers and thrust of his cock, until I’m panting and prickled all over with sweat.

“Come, now.”

I fall apart instantly, though whether it’s because I knew he wanted it or he could tell that it was just about to happen anyway, it’s impossible to know. His shout of release rings in my ears, even though I’m miles away, and when I come back into my body everything is shaking. His arm comes up, weaving through my breasts to firmly plant a hand over my sternum, and he lifts me back against him. He turns my head to the side and kisses me slowly, thoroughly.

When I can trust my legs again, I turn in his hold and wrap my arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss. We stay connected like that until we both come down from the orgasm, with tender licks and nibbles and the taste of each other. I pull back, letting my hands trail down the sides of his shirt, then sneaking inside so I can press them against his lower back under the fabric.

“I still owe you another spanking for that comment aboutsomeone like me.”

When I look up, I see that he’s staring at my ass in the mirror. I smile and nuzzle against his chest. I can still vaguely feel the pounding heat on my skin. “I’ll take a rain check.”

36

Mac

I can’t believe I’m considering this.

“Yeah, he’s not take-a-couple-of-bribes-a-year rich. And he’s definitely not public-servant rich.”

Dimitri whistles as Wes shares his screen. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Could it be generational? Inheritance?” I ask.

Wes shrugs. “I looked back a few generations, and his family has money, but that only accounts for maybe 10% of this. It’s hard to know for sure, but this might actually have been the family business—his father, who was also briefly the mayor here, received irregular, large lump sums that he started funneling offshore in the 90’s.”

I blow out a breath and lace my fingers behind my head as I lean back in my chair. “So, Mayor Anderson is probably in on the weapons scheme. That explains why Rossi wouldn’t go to the cops. If he works for or with Anderson, he wouldn’t want to go running to him to clean up every mess, not when it makes him look incompetent and he’s got his own contacts.”

Wes nods and stands as he drains the rest of his energy drink. “And if he is in on it, this just got a lot more fucking complicated. We can’t just assassinate a public official. It draws media attention. Higher authorities of law, like the FBI… that sort of thing.”

Dimitri sighs. “Hereyou cannot.”

Wes and I exchange a look. Dimitri is so tight-lipped about his past, I collect the factoids like breadcrumbs and I know Wes does, too.

“What the bloody hell is going on in Russia?” Wes asks as he goes to the built-ins on the wall of the study and opens one of the bottom cabinets, revealing a safe and a mini fridge.

“A blanket of snow hides many sins.”

I snort and Wes straightens, new drink in hand. “That was fucking poetry, mate.”

Dimitri hmmphs.

“When did you get a mini fridge?” I ask.

Wes cracks the drink and takes a sip, finishing with a littleahh. “Day before yesterday. I’m all about peak efficiency.”

“I know you’ve got short legs, but it’s only like 40 steps to the kitchen. What’s that, like, half a mile for you—”

“Can we get back to the job?” Dimitri mutters some colorful Russian insults under his breath—penis from the mountains. That’s new. “The money alone is not proof, but it is strong evidence. We need something more concrete that ties Anderson to the sale, or to this business with Rossi.”

“That’s going to be tricky. All those weeks of research and his name never even came up once. If he’s in this, he’s well-hidden,” Wes points out.

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