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He was barely aware that she was no longer gripping one of his shoulders until she gave a keening cry. Looking between them, he saw her touching herself, furiously rubbing her clit. He barely had time to register how damn hot that was before her back arched, her head falling back as she moaned, long and low.
That was it. That was all he could take. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them back over and began thrusting in earnest. It wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t neat, but he couldn’t care. He didn’t know when he’d felt so good.
His orgasm hit him like a crashing wave, pulling him under as his body spasmed and he thrust one more time. Then he exhaled, careful to keep his weight on his forearms as he lowered his body. He shuddered as a final spasm rocked through his body.
“Mmmm,” she murmured. “You okay?”
He chuckled tiredly. His whole body felt limp and... good. So good that he was still thinking in—what had she said? Oh, right. One-word utterances. “I think so. You?”
“I know so. If that’s you out of practice, I can’t wait to see how you improve.”
So they’d do this again, which was a relief. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he didn’t experience this again. But he was crushing her, so he carefully pulled out, tied off the condom, and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed.
She snuggled up against his side. “I think we should sleep now.”
He just might be able to now. His mind was shutting down, too tired to worry about what tomorrow would bring. He pulled her closer, content when she rubbed her cheek against the coarse hair on his chest.
He could get used to this. Holding her while she slept.
“You’re a nice pillow,” she murmured sleepily. “I like this. Like you. More than I should.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Sleep, Molly. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
The Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana
TUESDAY, JULY 26, 10:30 P.M.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ashley bit her lip, looking around the plush hotel room as she contemplated his request. Lamont had arranged for her to meet him there, saying he needed her help to save some children. Which was exactly the right thing to say, because punishing child abusers was the reason Ashley had given when he’d first interviewed her for his assistant. Having endured abuse herself as a child, taking abusers down was her passion.
But she wasn’t fierce. Joelle would have jumped at the opportunity to role-play before his money had spoiled her. Ashley, however, was deep in thought.
“If you can’t help me,” he murmured, “I’ll understand. This isn’t your job. But there’s really no one I trust more than you to help me pull this off.”
Again, that was the right thing to say, because her cheeks tinged pink, her smile shy but bright. “I want to help you, and I will. I’m just thinking about the questions I need to ask first.”
He sat back in the chair next to the bed. “Ask away. Your safety and comfort with the situation are my priorities.”
“Well, okay. Why aren’t the police handling this?”
“Good question.” It really was. Dammit, Ashley. “They are. They’ll be backing you up.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “But don’t they have undercover policewomen?”
Her questions came as a surprise. He’d honestly expected her to say yes without the third degree. If she said no to his request, he’d have to kill her tonight. That he’d end up killing her at some point was a foregone conclusion, despite what he’d said to Jackass. What else could he have said, what with the man looking at him like he was crazy?
I’m not crazy. In fact, I might be the only sane one in this mess.He might be the only one truly thinking.
Once he’d presented his dilemma with Burke Broussard to her, she had information that could hurt him. But he’d really hoped for at least one more roll between the sheets.
Ashley was very enthusiastic in bed, and he’d miss that.
He frowned at her. “If you’re not willing, I can find someone else.”
“No, no, no,” she said hastily. “I never said I wasn’t willing. Just asking why a policewoman isn’t handling this. I’m just an office assistant.” She grimaced. “I’m not even your office assistant anymore.”
Ouch. Nice aim, Ash.“The policewoman involved was compromised,” he lied. “Her cover was blown. I’ve been working with NOPD, and they asked for my help.”
Which was also a total and complete lie, of course. Not that Ashley would know that. She was a genius with spreadsheets, but her common sense was lacking.
