Page 41 of Veiled Vengeance

She lifts my shirt and skims her fingertips over my abs. When she moans, I open my mouth and bite down on her lip, drawing a small drop of blood. She wiggles in an attempt to get closer, and the motion rubs her pussy against my hard cock.

“We got Chinese!” Hayes shouts as the front door opens.

My hands release her tits, and I wrap my arms around her in an embrace. She blows out a breath of frustration and calls out, “Sounds good! We’ll be right there!”

“Don’t forget to come out clothed!” Dahlia yells back with a snicker.

Spencer’s cheeks turn red. “Oh my God.” She giggles as she buries her face in my chest.

“No need to be embarrassed, Mama. This is all very natural.”

She shakes her head. “It’s bad enough that I know they heard me with Asher the other night.”

I place my hand under her chin and guide her gaze to mine. “If I thought you’d be into it, I’d make you scream my name over and over while Hayes and Dahlia eat lunch on the other side of the door.”

Spencer bites her lip, testing my control, but when her stomach grumbles, I set aside all plans of tasting her delectable pussy.

I grab her hand and lead her to the door. Tossing back a wink, I tease, “Let’s get you fed. I know what happens when you get hangry.”

She frowns. “You’ve never seen me hangry.”

We eat and spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other’s arms, while Dahlia and Hayes keep to themselves.

When Asher and Zane get back from work long after the sun has disappeared below the horizon, they find me and Spencer lying on the new bed, watching a true crime documentary about the serial killer, John the Baptist. It blows my mind that this kind of thing is what relaxes my sweet, innocent Spencer.

Spencer perks up when they walk into the room. “Y’all are back!”

A smile spreads over Asher’s face, and he sheds his sling and tie, before flinging off his nice shoes. He lies next to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead. “Yeah, Princess. We’re back.”

Spencer settles into the strength of his arms with a content upturn of her lips. She leans into his large frame and soaks up the security he gives her.

Zane strips down and changes into a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He climbs over me to get to Spencer, elbowing me out of the way. She sits up and opens her arms to him. They exchange a brief kiss and lie back down in a restful position.

“How was your day, Angel? What did you and Rio do?”

She releases a tranquil sigh. “Nothing. I should hate it—part of me wants to go running in the morning still, and keep to my routine. But relaxing all day has its appeal as well.”

I direct my question to Asher. “How did it go?”

Spencer doesn’t miss my purposeful lack of clarity. “How did what go?”

Asher sighs and leans back into the pillows. “Berkowitz tried to deny it until I showed him the evidence. IA has him now. I’m sure the Director and the DA will want to rush the trial.”

Spencer leans into Asher’s space. “What happened with Berkowitz?”

“His name was on Anthony’s list,” Zane answers.

Spencer’s expression turns implacable. There’s no warning before her hand whips out and smacks us each on the arm.

“Hey!” Asher shouts.

“¡Eso dolió!”That hurt.

“What was that for?” Zane complains.

¡Mierda!Mama knows how to make a playful swat sting.

“That’s for keepinganotherthing from me. You should have told me Isaac Berkowitz was on the list. And you should have told me you were confronting him today. You shouldn’t have done it alone! If we’re in this together, if we want this”—she gestures to all four of us—“to work, then honesty is key. I thought that was established the other night, but it seems y’all needed a reminder.” She crosses her arms with a dignified grunt.

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