“Yeah.” His expression was grim though, not exactly lining up with the concept of ‘good news’. “Clayton Gibson, one of my guys, was found dead earlier this morning at a park. Shot six times in the face and chest. He had a vest on, which is odd enough, and… Anyway, I did some checking into his financials—deep checking—and it looks like he was Lynch’s partner. He’d been taking extra payoffs from Lynch, through the company, but to an offshore account. It was in his sister’s name, which is why we missed it the first time, but once I started looking harder it wasn’t difficult to figure out what he’s been up to. There’s more evidence against him, including some credit card receipts from Vegas during the time frame you were there. I’ve already emailed you and the police everything we’ve found, but I’m pretty sure he was Lynch’s partner.”

She leaned back against the seat, stunned, and a little numb. She hadn’t known Gibson well but they’d traveled together before for work. He’d been on Neal’s security detail many times and whenever she’d traveled with him or Hugh she’d chatted with the guy. He’d seemed normal enough. She should feel relieved that one of her problems was gone but she felt…ugh. She just felt depressed.

Sighing, she leaned her head on Roman’s shoulder. “As soon as we hear from the Russian enforcer,” which felt weird saying out loud, “and I take care of everything, then what?”

“Then we call the cops on Lynch,” Roman said.

“What if—”

Escobar shook his head, cutting her off as if he knew what she was going to ask. “The guys you saw back at the parking lot, they’re going to be watching the marina too. Just because the Russians are watching doesn’t mean we can’t too. Once we get a bead on Neal, that fucker isn’t going anywhere.”

“You don’t think we should just call the police on him?” She didn’t, but she really needed to hear them say it too. If they called the cops and Neal was arrested and the Russian mob didn’t get their money—yeah, she wasn’t taking a chance they took it out on her for losing their money.

Roman and Escobar both snorted at the same time, the unified reaction making her smile even in the middle of the most craptastic situation she could have imagined.

Chapter 14

Roman knocked on the door of the bathroom Taylor was in. The luxury condo Wyatt had put them in was huge, with four rooms and the place spanning the entire floor. More importantly, it was secure. Apparently Wyatt owned it so he was putting it to good use.

“Come in,” Taylor called out. She looked up when he stepped inside and caught his gaze in the mirror. She’d pulled her shirt up and was attempting to put on another bandage by herself. He hated that she’d been hurt but she never mentioned it or acted injured so he’d almost forgotten about it. For a civilian, she’d been handling things so damn well it impressed him.

“I’ll do that.” Shutting the door behind him, he crossed the distance to her.

She turned to face him, her lips pulling up at the corners. “I can do it.”

“I know, but it gives me an excuse to touch you,” he murmured.

She made a pleased sound, but didn’t respond as he started cleaning the small wound. He still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten. That being a relative term considering she’d been shot in the first place. At that thought he had more fantasies of strangling Neal Lynch.

“Can you lift your shirt higher?” he asked as he grabbed one of the white gauzy pads from the first aid kit. It had pretty much scabbed over but it was better to keep it covered while it was healing.

Wordlessly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. His fingers froze on the pad for a moment as his eyes fell to her bra and the gorgeous breasts it encased. The scraps of lace didn’t do much to hide anything. Last night he’d seen every inch of her, had finally been able to savor sucking on those light brown nipples and full breasts while listening to her moan. He wasn’t going to bother asking her what she was doing because it was pretty damn obvious.

And he was done with showing restraint. He shifted uncomfortably, his erection pushing insistently against his pants. “Escobar went to grab food and Garza is standing guard outside the condo. We’ve got about an hour until Wyatt’s team gets here,” he said, his voice surprisingly even for the lust surging through him. Moving quickly he secured the pad with the white adhesive roll from the kit.

Her responding grin was like a punch to his solar plexus. “What can we do in an hour?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

The rational part of his brain told him to move slowly, to give her foreplay but after last night, after having a taste of her, of hearing how she sounded when she climaxed… Foreplay could come later. He needed to be inside her, feel her close around him. Reaching for the button of her dark jeans, he said, “Tell me if I hurt you.”

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head, her movements almost frantic, mirroring the way he felt. Moments later they were both naked and before he could stop her—not that he wanted to—she was on her knees in front of him, her fingers wrapped around his erection.

The smile on her face as she looked at his cock and licked her lips was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. When she leaned forward and wrapped that sexy mouth around his hard length, he groaned, letting his head fall back. But just for a second because he wanted to watch. He grasped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

Through heavy-lidded eyes he stared down at her, mesmerized as she sucked him deep in her mouth, making appreciative sounds as she stroked. When she shifted slightly, leaning forward to take him deeper, her hair fell from her shoulders. He dragged his fingers through her hair, loosely holding the back of her head as she moved.

His lower spine tingled as pleasure pulsed through him in waves. God, her mouth. Just the feel of her teasing him like this was almost too much. But watching his cock disappear in and out of her mouth—She gently cupped his balls and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Fucking embarrassing, but damn, being naked with Taylor took away all his typical control.

He needed to get it back. To get her off before he came. Though it was almost painful to stop her, he rolled his hips back, pulling away from her.

She made a protesting sound, but when he reached under her arms and lifted her up, the heat in her bright eyes nearly undid him.

Unable to find his voice he reached between their bodies, cupping her mound. He felt her slickness even before he’d pushed a finger inside her. She coated him, the proof of her desire flooring him. She was this turned on for him, after going down on him.

Her fingers dug into his chest as she arched into his hold. He wanted nothing more than to capture her mouth with his and plunge his cock deep inside her. But he knew if he started kissing her he’d take her right here and now on the floor or counter. Which he planned to do, but he needed to get back some control first.

“Turn toward the mirror,” he ordered.

She paused for a second but did as he said. Grabbing a condom from his pants, he ripped it open and quickly rolled it on as he turned to face her.

Her hands were on the counter and her legs spread as she watched him in the mirror. Moving behind her, he grabbed one of her hips and reached around to her front as he pulled her flush against his chest. Sliding his hand up her flat stomach he stopped under one of her breasts before cupping it.

He kept his gaze on her face, watching as she tracked his movements. Her breathing hitched up a notch when he flicked his thumb over her already hard nipple. Oh yeah, it wasn’t going to take long to push her over the edge. Or him.