Page 85 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Catherine begged again.

He fucked her crazy.

She made it to ten before he painted her back with cum.

“That looks good,” Cross murmured over Catherine’s shoulder.

His face nuzzled the back of her neck while his hand grabbed tight to the curve in her waist. She tried to keep her attention on the two omelets she was cooking on the stove. She dragged the spatula along the edge of both pans to keep the egg, cheese, and vegetable mixture from sticking.

“Smells good, too,” he added.

“It’s almost done.”

“I’m starved.”

She laughed under her breath. “After your little game this morning, I bet.”

“You started that.”

“And you finished it, so.”

She felt his pleased grin form against her skin. “Well, fucking yeah.”

“Arrogant.”

“Goddamn right.”

Cross kissed her cheek and winked, then grabbed the cup of coffee from the counter she had made for him. Sipping on it, he turned his back to the counter, and watched her in that way of his. A way that said he had something on his mind.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Mmm.” Catherine nodded to the side. “I forgot last night, but there was something taped to your door when I got here. I shoved it in my bag.”

Cross reached over and dug through Catherine’s Gucci purse until he pulled out a white envelope. Waving it, he asked, “This?”

“Yep.”

“You look inside?”

“It’s still sealed, isn’t it?”

Cross shrugged and ripped open the envelope. Tipping it to the side, a stack of bills fell into his waiting hand. He tossed the ruined paper aside and counted the bills. “Three thousand will do it, I guess.”

Catherine gave him a look. “What’s it for?”

He flashed a note that had also been inside. It simply read, For the taillight. “One of your father’s men made a show a week back. Busted my Porsche’s taillight out. Actually, it was a few of them. Only one did the damage. I just let them know unless they wanted something of theirs to meet a worse fate, I expected repayment.”

She frowned. “Really?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Isn’t it?” Catherine turned off the stove, and pulled the two pans off hot burners and onto cold ones. Then, she turned to Cross. “This was all after the restaurant thing?”

“So?”

“Has anything else happened?”