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"Good girl." I grind my thumb against her clit, rocking her against me. She whines my name, unable to stop the way she moves with me, unable to keep herself from chasing the pleasure. Her head tips back, a loud cry expelling from her lips as she shatters a final time.
I drop her on me and hold her there, growling as she pulls me over with her this time. She takes everything I have, draining me dry as she shudders and shakes in my arms, glowing like the goddess she is.
When she slumps against my chest, I pull her close, holding her to my heart.
"I love you, Trouble," I breathe against her ear.
Her happy sigh is the sweetest response.
Chapter Nine
Leia
The next few days pass in a blur. I spend my mornings daydreaming about Colter and my nights in his bed. We don't hear anything from Gavin, but Elysa tells me he got called out of town on Saturday, so I'm not surprised.
It allows me to focus on looking into the players I know he's been in contact with. I spend most of Monday digging into Bruce Gordon and Jimmy Brinks, trying to rule out any other possible explanation, like gambling addictions. There are rumors about Bruce Gordon, but nothing I can substantiate. There's nothing on Jimmy Brinks, though. The man hasn't even been to a casino that I can find.
I leave work early on Tuesday with a headache after scouring the internet all day. Dillon calls me on the way home.
"I called your office, but Elysa said you'd already left," he says.
"Yeah, I just left a few minutes ago. What's up?"
"I've got some information on Gavin Cochran."
"What did you find?" I ask, gripping the steering wheel as a bolt of excitement shoots through me. I try shoving it back into a little box, knowing it could be nothing, but we're due for a break here.
"Have you ever heard of Dominic Grigori?"
"No?"
"Me either," Dillon mutters. "He and Gavin were partners back in NYC. Dominic was busted for insider trading a few years ago. You'll never guess why."
"Um, because he sucks?"
"Smart ass," Dillon says, making me smile. "His cousin was clerking for the Supreme Court and put a little bug in his ear on Murphy v. National Collegiate Athletic Association before the opinion was made public. He bought up a bunch of stock in companies poised to enter the sportsbook arena if a favorable decision came down from the court. Had he not bragged to the wrong person, he would have stood to make millions when their sportsbooks went live."
"Wow," I whisper. "Was Gavin involved?"
"He was never charged." Dillon hesitates. "But I looked into his fortune. He invested heavily in casinos and sportsbooks. He's taken a big hit over the last few years."
"How big?"
"One of the companies he sank a lot of money into in Jersey was raided by the government."
"So really big then," I mutter, slowing at a stop sign on Broadway.
"Yep."
"Do you think he's working with anyone?"
"He may have his buddies tied up in this, but if he does, I'm guessing he's the one pulling the strings," Dillon says. "If you ask me, I think he's looking for a surefire way to gain a foothold on sports betting. Once he irons out the kinks, he'll take it to his buddies, and they'll front the capital when he launches his own sportsbook. He'll be able to offer something his competitors can't and will sweep the board. Either that, or he'll sell the scheme to someone to recoup what he lost. Either way, he comes up smelling like roses."
"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of," I sigh. Either way, it's not good. And as of now, we have no proof that he's even committed a crime. All we have are pictures of him giving Bruce Gordon money. That's not illegal. Unless he confesses or one of the players he approaches does, we've got nothing.
"Keep me in the loop on this," Dillon says. "And don't do anything foolish, Leia. Your parents have been through enough already with Adalynn and Charlie. Don't give them another reason to worry."
"I won't, I promise."
