Page 85 of Waste of Worth

That first thrust was heaven.

The second was a tight bliss.

Dino wasn’t one for soft and slow when he fucked, because it was usually nothing more than a need he was filling, but it wasn’t quite the same with Karen. Even when he fucked her harder, he still felt a need to be soft in some way.

His fingers dancing over her skin.

A kiss to her shoulder blade.

Whispered words in her ear.

He needed those things for her just as much, if not more, than he needed to fill the need. It was strange and wonderful and terrifying, all at the same time.

“Oh, God,” Karen mumbled.

She held tight to the table for purchase, her profile washed in bliss.

That was probably the best sight of all.

Dino didn’t relent in his harsh, fast pace, not even when she came the first time … or the second time when his fingers had slipped between her thighs to find her clit and work it, too.

He held back from coming until she begged him to; until she was looking over her shoulder again, asking him for it, wanting it.

Then he came.

And only then.

“WAVE to the detectives,” Theo said as Dino stepped out of the club.

The club was closed given it was early morning, but that didn’t mean it was shut down entirely. A lot of Dino’s business on the illegal side of things happened throughout the day at the club, like exchanges. Dealers came in with money and left with product, for example.

“What?”

“Wave.” Theo pointed and then waved, only his middle finger popped up at the same time. “See, wave at them. Right over there.”

Sure enough, just across the parking lot, two men leaned against an unmarked, dark sedan. Dino wasn’t sure if it was his lifestyle or history with cops and FBI agents, but he couldn’t miss one even if he tried. Maybe it was the way they all dressed—slacks, dress shirts, and cheap blazers—or perhaps it was the way they carried themselves.

Or shit, maybe it was the stink that wafted off them.

The stench of cop.

Regardless of what it was that made officials so obvious to Dino, fact was, he didn’t like to deal with them at all. It had been literally beaten into him that no matter what kind of cop they were, they all came out smelling the same when they were either dead, or had a man locked up.

“Showed up about ten minutes ago,” Theo informed. “One of the guys came to let me know.”

Dino adjusted his jacket, still watching the pair of detectives from the corner of his eye. “They didn’t approach anyone?”

“Not yet.” Theo shrugged, his cigarette bouncing on his lips as he spoke. “But then again, maybe they didn’t need to approach someone because the person they were looking for hadn’t showed themselves yet.”

Dino understood perfectly well what Theo was saying.

Maybe the cops were waiting on him.

Why, Dino didn’t know.

“You’re clean, right?” Theo asked when Dino didn’t immediately reply.

Dino bristled, feeling as though Theo had just thrown one hell of an accusation at him without a care in the world. An accusation that burned like acid.