Page 125 of Cozen

Cozen on her back.

Buried in her pussy.

It was just enough to get him up and out of bed to take care of the erection making itself painfully known under the thin, white sheet. He was just about to step in under a too-hot shower when his phone rang in the other room.

“Fuck,” he snarled.

Why could nothing go right?

Sargon didn’t even bother to check the caller ID before he picked up the phone, and put it to his ear with a sharp, “What?”

“Is that anyway to greet your boss?”

His spine stiffened like someone had shoved a rod up it at the sound of Jett’s voice. He could tell by the barely contained frustration lacing the man’s tone that Jett was still in some kind of a fit about Cozen being gone.

Or … Jett thought she was still gone.

“I have news for you,” Sargon said.

“Oh, do tell.”

“Do you want it over the phone, or face to face?”

“I just want it,” Jett snapped back. “Considering you only have one job at the moment, any news you relay to me had better be about that. So, what is your fucking news?”

Yeah.

Definitely pissed.

Most certainly obsessed.

Sargon wondered if Cozen understood the fire she was now playing with. He also wondered what was it about her that had gotten Jett so entirely fucked up over her like this.

He knew why he was messed up over her.

But Jett?

The man was rich enough that he could have any fucking woman he wanted. Sure, he was in his mid-fifties, but he didn’t look a day over forty or so. He still kept up with his appearance, and fitness.

So, why?

“It is about Cozen,” Sargon said.

“Good—did you find her?”

“I didn’t have to go looking very far. She’s back in the city. Got in this morning.”

“I beg your goddamn pardon?”

“By the time I had found where she went—Florida, I guess; she has family there—and set up a flight to get in, she was already on her way back. I didn’t see the point in leaving the city.”

“I told you—”

Sargon interrupted Jett’s roar with, “My flight was to leave this afternoon. Soonest one I could get. Hers came in at six. Still want me to fly down there?”

Jett quieted for a long while. A deathly silence, really. Had Sargon been in the man’s direct vicinity, he probably would have made himself scarce for safety reasons. No need to push the man’s buttons more than he already had.

“Have you laid eyes on her, yet?” Jett demanded. “This morning since she flew in?”