Page 95 of But For You

His hands slid up the back of my calves. “Sit down.”

I sank over him, straddling his abdomen, and he immediately pushed me back so my ass settled over his groin.

The rumble of happiness, coupled with his hands sliding under my thighs, first gently and then with more pressure, made me squirm.

“Don’t do that,” he said sharply.

“Don’t do what?” I asked, swiveling my hips, showing off how loose they were, how flexible my body was.

“Stop.”

I dragged my crease over his hardening length and squeaked when he grabbed me tight.

“All I can think about right now are those dimples in your ass,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “So, stop teasing me before I eat you.”

“Oh, please eat me,” I begged.

His eyes were molten as the kids charged back into the room. I bent over him, a hand flat on the floor on each side of his head, and kissed him. He opened beneath me, and I felt his erection straining against his zipper as my tongue checked his tonsils.

“Ewww.” Kola sounded grossed out.

The heat of the man was searing through my clothes, my skin, and I bucked against him involuntarily.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay.” Sam’s breathless growl made me smile as I broke the kiss.

He caught my bottom lip in his teeth, the nibbling gentle but firm, and I sighed because the man’s dominance was something I never tired of.

“I want to talk to you,” I told him when I was allowed to sit up.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He smiled wickedly.

I was in so much trouble.

I couldn’t sleep, and I had no idea how Sam could, so I kept poking him when he nodded off.

“I’m awake,” he said defensively, and I worked hard not to smile.

Whenever I caught the man doing something he considered weak—like falling asleep when he was tired because regular humans might need rest, but never him—he got snarly. Like how dare I accuse him of closing his eyes when he so obviously didn’t need to?

“So, the gunman, he works for this guy we now know kidnapped the witness?” I was trying to keep it all straight in my head. It had been a lot of information at once.

“No, basically, the dead gunman, Tishman, he worked for Christian Salcedo, who is the one being blackmailed by our witness, Andrew Turner.”

“So, you were right.”

He nodded. “I was right; Turner has something big on Salcedo, so Salcedo took him from WITSEC to keep him from testifying.”

“But don’t the bad guys usually just shoot the good guys to keep them from talking?”

“Normally, yes, but in this case, as I told you last week, Turner’s not actually a good guy, and he has Salcedo running scared.”

“So, then what?”

“Well, now we’re kind of at a standstill. We can’t reach out to Salcedo because what Turner knows about his operation will put him in jail, but whatever Turner has as his ace is keeping Salcedo on a tight leash.”

“So, this Salcedo, he’s sort of screwed either way. He helps you, he goes to jail. He keeps hiding Turner, he goes to jail.”

“Yep.”