“I’m on board now. I’m committed. We spend a lot of time together. You got me covered.”
Cash ran his hand the length of his face. If only that were true.
“The dream was that bad?” Dev asked, irritation replacing the playfulness in his tone. “I’m standin’ here naked. We fuck. That’s what we’re good at. Why aren’t we?”
Cash sighed and bent his head, digging his thumb and forefinger into his eyes, trying to push the visions of the nightmare away.
“All right then,” Dev said with authority and turned away. “Get security on me. It’s straight-up ice out there. We’re stuck in for the day. I’m in this buildin’ with federal agents. The best the government has to offer. What could possibly go wrong if we hit the sack for the next twenty-four hours?”
A simple knock on the door drew their attention in that direction. No one ever interrupted them once they closed the bedroom door.
“We’ve been trying to reach you, boss. But I just found your phone,” Joe said through the closed door. “There’s been some developments you need to be aware of.”
Cash looked directly at Dev who gave a ridiculously innocent look. “What did you do now?”
“What? Why do you think I’m involved?” Dev said outlandishly.
“Tell me what you did?” Cash said again, taking the five or six strides to the door.
“You would know.” Dev looked around the room for something to wear. “I’ve been here with you since the storm started. Check the video.” Dev didn’t care who saw him naked, so Cash didn’t wait to open the door. Joe, though, was ready and took a couple of steps backward, staring down at the tablet in his hand.
What had Cash’s life become that the agents under him automatically averted their gaze in self-preservation when he opened his door?
Chapter 2
Dev hopped around on the balls of his feet, tugging up his jeans as Cash stepped out of the bedroom. Appear passive. At least that was the attitude he kept drilling into his brain. Look surprised, even shocked, but not culpable. Anything but guilty. He quickly stuffed his junk inside the jeans and carefully zipped up, then headed for the door where Joe and Cash stood just beyond the threshold. Dev casually propped his shoulder against the frame, pushing the longer on top pieces of hair off his face.
“What’s goin’ on?” Dev asked the silly question, hoping to sound clueless.
No, he needed to sound innocent.
Or maybe blank.
Yeah, blank. But sexy.
What did blank sound like?
Maybe clueless was better.
“Cummings died tonight. The Disciples prospect responsible for Keyes Dixon’s current legal situation,” Joe explained, as if Dev wouldn’t remember the loser who tried to end his friend. Joe kept his gaze on the tablet Cash now read from.
“They’re saying it was a weather-induced accident.” The way Cash said ‘weather-induced’ spoke of the doubt he had in whoever gave the official explanation.
He bet that sexy crease between Cash’s brow was pushed together into a hard line. It happened when Cash concentrated on work or whenever he rode out his orgasm to completion.
Someday, he wanted to lick that line. If he weren’t in the throes of his own release, he could probably make that shit happen.
He’d also used his tongue to explore the length of Cash’s body scar.
Tingles shot across Dev’s body in anticipation. Little goose bumps followed. Man, that scar was hot.
He was such a damn perv. A man lost his life tonight, and there he was, thinking about all the devious things he planned to do to his secret agent man. He glanced down to the floor and smiled a small smile. Whatever. He was so damned good at letting his beast out to play that some might consider it a skill.
“What did you do?” Cash asked and tilted his head toward Dev.
Yep, the line was there. When pressed angrily together like that, Cash’s visage rivaled Dev’s moniker of Devilman.
“What’re you talkin’ about?” Dev asked, again trying for innocence. He shrugged the shoulder not supporting him against the doorframe. It was an awkward move. He’d have to practice later to help drive his innocence home with any future misdeeds. “I’ve been right here with you all night. What could I’ve done?”
