“But we went so you could get in that office?”
He unbuckles his belt. “There’s a lot you don’t understand.”
“Enlighten me. And stop stripping.”
“I’m getting changed. It’s my house too, remember?”
God damn him. He steps out of his trousers and folds them neatly, standing only in a pair of black boxer briefs and his socks.
The socks make it even sexier.
I rub at my eyebrows to try to block my view of him, but Prime doesn’t seem in a hurry to cover himself. Instead, he sits on the bed and starts paging through the folder.
Fine. Screw it. He wants to play? Then we can both play.
“Start with any you stole from Ricardo tonight.” I let the dress fall from my body. It pools around my ankles. I stand before Prime in a pair of black lace panties and matching black lace corset bra.
I struggle against a flush of excitement as Prime’s eyes widen. The file in his hands droops as he looks at me, gaze ravaging over my skin like a herd of starving beasts.
I snap my fingers.
“Focus, asshole.”
“You’re stripping. And that lingerie you’re wearing?—“
“It was a fancy party and you better be thankful I had this one. It’s the only reason that stupid folder stayed in place.” I put my hands on my hips, out of my depth but fighting to tread water anyway. I’ve never used my body in a battle like this before, but it seems to be working. “Ricardo. Stealing. Start talking.”
“Take the rest off.”
“Maybe if you’re good.”
He lets out a soft groan and I swear my knees almost buckle. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t know the game you’re playing.”
My brow arches as I look at his visibly hard dick. “Pretty sure it’s not very subtle.”
He sucks in a steadying breath. “I don’t care about Ricardo. He’s important only as a means to an end.”
“That folder’s the end?”
“No, Ricardo’s boss is the real big fish. But he’s a very private man and very hard to find.”
“You think Ricardo’s contacts will help?”
“If Augustus isn’t on this list, someone here will be able to help.” He tosses the file aside. “Now come here. Leave the lingerie on.”
“Stop it. Talk more. Who’s Augustus?”
“His name is Augustus Fontana, and if you make me talk about him, I’ll lose my beautiful erection.”
“I’d say it’s average at best.”
His fist grips the outline of his cock. “Far above.”
“Prime.”
He lets out another groan as I put one hand over my chest to cover the swell of my breasts from him. “Fine. Fontana runs anorganization. He’s a very dangerous man and we have history. I want to find him.”
