Her senses went into overload.

She slammed her hands against the couch, digging her fingers into the soft material so she wouldn’t hurt his head as he continued his beautiful assault. The wicked way he continued caressing her combined with the constant pressure of his tongue was too much.

Without warning she surged into orgasm, her hips jolting off the couch and against his face as it slammed into her. Pleasure singed all her nerve endings from the onslaught. She arched back against the couch, loving the little growl of approval he made against her spread lips.

She wasn’t sure how long the orgasm lasted but it seemed to go on forever until finally she fell back against the couch, breathing hard, feeling completely boneless and sated.

When he looked up at her, his expression was primal as he grabbed her hips and shifted her so that she fell back flat against the couch.

Moving like a predator, he covered her body with his, capturing her mouth in a hungry, dominating kiss that left her breathless. She moaned into him, tasting her release, something that was much more erotic than she’d ever imagined.

She reached between them and cupped his covered erection. Soon she was going to strip him down to nothing and give him just as much pleasure as he’d given her.

When he encircled her wrist, stopping her, she jerked back in surprise. “What?” she asked.

He lifted her arm above her head, pinning it against the couch. Just as quickly he did the same to the other, rendering her completely helpless. She loved feeling that way underneath him, knowing he could give her exactly the kind of pleasure she’d fantasized about.

“I told you what I was going to do to you,” he murmured, a dark edge to his voice that made her nipples stand up, begging for attention.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. He’d told her he was going to go down on her until she passed out from sheer exhaustion. But he couldn’t have meant that, right?

He captured her mouth again, holding her arms in place as she writhed against him. Her hard nipples brushed against his shirt, the sensation wildly stimulating as she fantasized about what it would be like to have skin on skin contact.

When he shifted slightly so he could hold her wrists in place with one hand only to cup her mound and start teasing her with his other, she realized he’d been serious about his intentions.

At the thought, another orgasm almost tore from her.

The more time she spent with him, the more it hurt to realize he wasn’t looking for anything serious. But he was so giving and sweet and the fact that he was solely focusing on her pleasure was kind of insane. She knew things between them would be over soon, and it hurt more than she wanted to admit, so she was going to enjoy every second of time with this man.

Chapter 11

“What?” Neal snarled, answering his burner phone on the first ring. He’d received a text from his contact a couple hours ago telling him that Taylor was on her way to the office. His contact had found that out from one of the security team members. So Neal had headed there, ready to follow her after she left. He knew where she lived but doubted she’d be returning to her home. Following her should have been easy enough.

But the incompetent moron he’d hired had fucked everything up by opening fire on Taylor and her security team. He said he’d just wanted to scare them. The company vehicles were all bullet resistant, something his contact knew but Neal hadn’t ordered him to scare Taylor. He’d told the man he’d be taking care of that portion of his plan personally. Neal didn’t want anyone going after her but him at this point and he thought he’d made himself perfectly clear.

Apparently not.

He needed to personally take her so he could get his damn money back, not scare her into fucking hiding.

Now thanks to massive stupidity, Neal was terrified he wouldn’t be able to hunt her down and get his money. He’d have to go on the run if that happened. He didn’t want to flee from the Russians but it would be his only option. Because he wasn’t letting Alexei get his hands on him.

Though he wanted to shout at his contact for his stupidity, Neal took a deep breath and forced himself to hide his anger as he continued. “Were you able to track her or find out anything about where she’s gone?”

There was a long pause. “No. The team has closed ranks. Anyone on this security detail has strict instructions not to talk to anyone about it, per Escobar’s orders.”

Damn it. “Does anyone suspect you’re helping me?”

“No. I only know by chance. I called to talk to one of the guys, supposedly about something else, and asked what the deal was with her and Hugh and the whole situation. He clammed up and said if I had questions to talk to Escobar. He was all apologetic about it, but I’m getting nothing from anyone. I can’t be too eager asking either or they might suspect. And where’s my fucking thank you for the risk I took tonight? I barely got away before the cops showed up.”

Neal’s jaw clenched once. The guy wanted a thank you? He wanted to lash out, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He didn’t respond fast enough because the man continued.

“And where’s my money? I haven’t been paid since before Vegas.” His voice was heated, not that Neal cared.

So that’s what the stupid shooting was about. Neal bet the man wanted more money for his ‘help’. Moron. “I can meet at our regular place soon but it has to be before sunrise. I can’t take the risk of being seen by anyone.” They met at a park on the beach for all their cash drop-offs. It was public enough during the daytime, but at night it was perfect because it was empty of people. And there weren’t any CCTVs anywhere in the direct vicinity. Ideal for what he planned to do next.

“I can be there in an hour. After this I’m done. I can’t keep taking risks for you.” His contact’s voice had lost some of its heat.

“I understand. I’ll be leaving town soon anyway.” Which was true. Neal would be leaving town as soon as he killed this moron and got what he needed from Taylor. If anyone else got in the way he’d kill them too. He hoped it didn’t come to that though because more dead bodies was a hassle.

As soon as they disconnected Neal grabbed a suppressor from his bag. He could attempt to kill the man with a knife, but a gun would be easier. The guy might be security personnel but he wasn’t fucking bulletproof. He didn’t think Neal had a reason to kill him so he wouldn’t be ready for an attack. Even if the guy was wearing a Kevlar vest, Neal wasn’t taking any chances. He’d shoot him right in the head.

He would just hide in the trees and kill him when he got close enough. The body would be found once the park opened, probably when an early morning jogger stumbled on him. Not that he cared now. He was going to be out of the country soon, leaving everything behind. After this, he’d get his money from Taylor then kill her. If he couldn’t get the money, he was gone, dropping off the radar for good.

Alexei might be a scary bastard, but Neal was only one man. Surely they wouldn’t spend years of resources on him. If he could just stay on the move for a while, never settling anywhere, maybe he could really outrun everyone.

Chapter 12

Wearing a towel, Roman exited the bathroom to find the bed he’d shared with Taylor empty. He started to frown when the scent of coffee hit him. Waking up next to an incredibly sexy woman—who wore Wonder Woman panties, something he was still laughing about—and now coffee was already made, felt almost perfect. Especially since he didn’t have to worry about his brother stealing his coffee.

Despite all the crap going on, being with Taylor was right where Roman wanted to be. He loved his job and his life, but right now he didn’t want to be anywhere else but with her. The rightness of it, especially so soon after meeting her, floored him. What terrified him more; he couldn’t see going back to his life without her in it. It would be like going from living in color to black and white. The thought was extreme but…she’d gotten under his skin. He shook that thought off and dressed. He didn’t have time to analyze whatever was going on between them.