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He growled at my words and let one hand slide up the center of my body, leaving a trail of heat I couldn’t ignore. Then his hand was at my throat and though I knew I should have been scared, I wasn’t. Not when his big hand wrapped around me with just enough pressure to be scary.
“Blueberry wine. You like it,” he said when I pulsed around him again. And again.
“Maybe,” I whispered, teasing him until he applied a bit more pressure. With that pressure came another surge of his cock, long and thick and hard, I felt him deep inside of me. He filled me up good, choking me while he fucked me hard, making me feel like the dirty girl I’d never been.
“No, that’s what you say if you want me to stop. Blueberry wine.”
“Oh.” I licked my lips and nodded. “Got it.” I put my inner muscles to work, squeezing him tight and loving the way his eyes slammed closed against the force of his own desire.
“Oh shit, babe
.”
Harder and harder he thrust into me, long sure strokes that kept me on the wrong side of my next orgasm, which I was pretty sure might kill me anyway.
“Fucking hell, Moon!”
“Yes!” I could barely get the word out but I wasn’t worried. Not yet anyway. “Cross!”
“I need you to come for me one more time, Moon. We’re on the clock, remember?”
That made me smile, which was pretty incredible since I was sure my body was ten seconds away from total combustion. His other hand went to my clit and pinched, and that was the push I needed to jump off the building and float in a slow sweeping motion, only vaguely aware of the man on top of me, thrusting deeply with his face twisted in sweet, beautiful agony.
“Whoa!”
A rush of liquid between my thighs spread out in a warm pool between us and if I had been thinking about it, I might have felt some kind of embarrassment but I felt too good to care.
A grin split his mouth but his hips never stopped moving, pounding harder and deeper into me until I felt it, that moment he thickened and grew harder inside me.
“Oh fuck, Moon! Ah, Moon!” Head thrown back as his hips thrust into me one final time, he looked beautiful.
At peace.
Then his big sweaty body fully covered mine the way his lips did, kissing me long and slow with emotion I knew shouldn’t be real, but it felt real and, in that moment, with my body so spent and my mind so open, I couldn’t tell the difference.
And when he pulled back with that sexy, lazy smile, I knew I was in trouble.
I had it bad for Cross.
Which was bad.
Really bad.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cross
“I’ve been peeling back the layers of these fucking shell corporations, which means Roadkill has a damn good accountant working for them.”
Jag shook his head in disbelief as he stood in my office trying to explain how he unraveled the Roadkill shit show. “They’ve given millions to a political action committee that supports Pacheco, but most of the money came in before there was a campaign. The money goes back more than a year but the PAC was formed officially about ten weeks ago.”
Which made no fucking sense because Pacheco was a big fish in a very little, local pond. He didn’t need a goddamn PAC and definitely not one with millions of dollars in it.
“Fuck. How in the hell does Roadkill pull down that kind of fucking cash?”
“Exactly. I’m still digging into each of the corporations to find out what the fuck else they’re into. I’ve seen their businesses and they’re not even pulling in what we are annually.” Jag’s face showed the same disbelief I was sure mine did.
“They’re into some big shit. Have to be.” Nothing else made any sense. “How long will it take you to find more?”
