His warm release spilled into her with abandon. Hips shuddering, he rode out his orgasm with erratic thrusts. Jessie was panting, stealing kisses between gulps of air, then nuzzling their faces together.
“You know…that only counts as one,” she murmured, punch drunk.
“Oh, my apologies, did you think I was done paying you?” he teased. Her mouth moved but the oxygen required to speak escaped her. Instead, she followed his movement as he speared a hand between them. One to the back of her head, he eased her back till she was draped over the desk. The other she felt as he returned to circling her needy clit. He raked the hand from behind her head down her throat to her chest where he tugged down the front of her dress. “We agreed on two orgasms and a pretty please, and Bonesaws always pays fair price.”
If he didn’t immediately pluck her nipple at the same time he pressed his knotjust a little bitdeeper into her, she would have laughed at his terrible joke. It made her belly twist up. Butterflies and moths took up residence inside her chest, a blush burning across her face for good measure.I don’t think it’s wrong to be this deep this soon…when you were fucking made for me, Jessie Bonesaw.He toyed with her clit with expertise, that knot buriedin her leaving her boneless. It only took a few playful thrusts, a brush of his thumb against her nipple, and a “that’s my girl.”
Katarina broke for him a second time. A deliciously agonizing, unending sensation coated every inch of her body. She was more goosebump than flesh as her walls fluttered around his knot. It softened steadily with every clench of her body. Jessie eased her through it, making sure not to overwork her already sensitive clit. And when his knot softened enough to fall out of her, he leaned over her to press a tender kiss to her stomach.
“Now, once you’ve counted your fee, I can show you around the office.”
“You fucker,” she chortled breathlessly. Jessie threw his head back and the sound of his boisterous laughter was the sweetest sound she’d heard in a long time.
Chapter Twenty-five:
~Jessie~
JessiesatdowninKnox’s office, Nik out on the floor with Knox’s right hand, the two discussing what was found in the woods with Rex. Knox rounded his massive cherrywood desk, sinking down into his chair with a sigh. “A bomb that can disrupt the shield of King’s Fall? Well, I’d know a few people who might be interested in such a device and would appreciate the clean operation Big Bobby had…if only he’d paid his bills, we’d never know about it, either.”
“So, you weren’t on the market for such a thing?” Jessie cocked a brow, throwing one leg over the other. After a long day at the office, he sent Katarina home with the kiddo. He had one of his boys sitting in his car on the corner near the house, keeping an eye on it till he got back. While he didn’t worry about Katarina taking care of herself, he was worried about her when Isabella was on the line. Thus, the extra set of hands…just in case.
“Me? It may shock you to know, but my work tends to do best with the Lich happy in the woods,” Knox chortled.
“How does that work? He knows about you, right?”
“As does the Lord Commander, and Lord Fowler, as do all the council. The other councilors merely turn a blind eye as my legitimate business makes them money. And the Lich…we came to an understanding.” Knox shrugged as he sat back in his seat, hands folded over his stomach. He wore a black and purple suit with gold buttons and a pocket watch chain dangling from his stylish vest pocket. While Jessie was in a clean shirt and jeans, he still looked like a mechanic.Just a freshly scrubbed one.
“How’d that go?” Jessie snickered.
“He showed up at my house late one night. We had a nice long chat over wine.” Knox smirked.
“Just like that?” Jessie blurted out, baffled. Knox wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, putting his hands out in a ‘what can I say’ motion. Jessie snorted, rolling his eyes. “Zrazduel, you’re something else.”
“I get that a lot.” The pair shared a deep gut laugh as Jessie relaxed back in his seat. “Frankie has yet to return, so either Bobby’s truly gone poof…or things have gone awry.”
You can say that again.Jessie grimaced as he folded his hands into his lap. “Have you been down to his lot recently? How is the business going with the boss man on the run?”
Knox snapped his fingers and the screen of illusions behind him changed. They stared at an entire car lot full of people cleaning up from a long day. Cars were being parked, the doors were being wiped down, and there was an organized woman with a clipboard barking orders across the asphalt.
“Strange, seeing as boss man is missing.” Jessie squinted at the screens, looking for a tell.
“Except.” Knox snapped his fingers and the tapes rewound. They watched in real time as a day of sales was played in reverse till it was the night before. Three cars came speeding in, lights cutting off within a second of passing through the front gate. Three people were dragged out of the SUVs, and in the hazy, pixelated illusion, they saw three people brought to the front of the building.
“Is that who I think it is?” Jessie hissed. He watched a bald-headed human jump out of the vehicle, yelling while still on the phone. Jessie narrowed his eyes as he watched Pierre Simmone leveling a wand at the crew. He held his breath. Time ticked by slowly as the three people were slowly un-blindfolded, asked a question...and when the answer didn’t please Pierre, they wereblasted by the wand. He watched three people hit in the forehead with a force blast that snapped their necks. One by one they collapsed to the ground in a giant heap.
“Pierre was under arrest for less than 12 hours. Who freed him? Blightwood was trying to use him to get dirt on me.” Jessie scowled deeply.
“Unsure, but whoever it was made Blightwood unclench his talons. Whoever Pierre is working for either is important in the council or has friends in there.” Knox snapped his fingers again and the illusion returned to central park. Jessie hated the feeling that knowledge left in his belly. It made his teeth ache and his stomach twist.Whoever designed this or whoever is bankrolling this business won’t stop till they have their prototype back...and all loose ends cleaned up.He took a deep breath through his nose before climbing to his hooves.
“Thanks, Zrazduel, if Frankie comes home before I speak to you next, can you let me know what Bobby says? I’m going to go talk to Pierre.” Jessie extended a hand to Knox.
“A pleasure as always, Bonesaw. Thank you once more for your expedient delivery and services,” Knox snickered, shaking his hand with a firm single flick then returning to his office work. “And, as always, if you or your boys ever want to come for a night on the town, let me know. I’ll give you the VIP treatment.”
Jessie snorted. He left the office, following the flow of the hallways out to the casino floors. He had no plans to come drinking with the Devil. Though, one never knew if he would need that offer, so he never saidnoexactly. As he came out of the staff hallway, he found Nik and Rex sitting at a booth, Knox’s ogre head of security Zavros leaning cooly next to them. Zavros and Rex were deep in conversation, but Nik’s eyes were drooping.
Time for bed.He pulled out his phone, checking real quick he didn’t have any exciting news awaiting him. Thankfully, he found just a message from Katarina.
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