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“Has there been a recent man you know of?” I ask, looking for a suspect that isn’t Faith.
“Her attention span was short, but she also knew I didn’t approve. She didn’t bring them around me. She’d taken a number of trips to San Francisco this past year, though.”
To see my father, I surmise, and in that moment, I wish like hell I was in a place where I could say that to Faith, but I’m not. Even if I was certain she was innocent, if she knew the truth of why I sought her out, she’d shut me out before I could help her. “You have no idea where she went or who she saw?”
“No. I don’t. I asked, but she’d simply say ‘a friend’ lived there.Nick.What are you thinking?”
“Something doesn’t compute, Faith. You have to see that.”
She inhales, her lashes lowering. “I do,” she says, looking at me again. “I’m going to find out she gave the money to some hot, young thing, just like you’ve inferred, and I’m angry. I’m really damn angry.” She straightens, determination in her face. “But whatever she’s done or not done, I return to my certainty that I can still save the winery. I just need time.”
I study her for a long few moments, and there are some cold, hard facts about how the bank may have handled this that I decide to save for later. “I need to talk to Frank. I need us both to talk to Frank so he knows you’re on board with this.” I glance at my Rolex. “It’s only eight, and it’s Saturday. Unlike the two stooges who just came by here, let’s give him a few more hours to sleep. Not to mention, I have a call with North that I need to prep for.” I glance at my watch. “I’m going to set it up for noon.”
“Oh God,” she says. “Your deposition. Please, just put this aside until it’s over. I’ve made it this long. I can make it another week.”
I don’t tell her the bank might try to pull a dirty trick I’m not going to give them a chance to pull. “I have my work in the car. I’ll sit down at your kitchen table, and we’ll call Frank after I finish up with North,” I say, walking around the island and pulling all her soft, tempting, fuckable curves to me. And when her hand settles on my chest, that morning wood is back. I’m hard. I’m hot. And I want her. “But I’m going to need something to eat other than ice cream,” I add, “and a cold shower, since I don’t have time to fuck you properly right now, and I really want to fuck you right now.”
“You know,” she says, her hand flattening on my naked stomach, her eyes lighting with mischief, the worry and anger of the past few minutes at least momentarily lost, if not gone. “I considered telling you we should cool things down. But your pants are open, and your cock is right”—her fingers touch the head of my shaft—“here. And you really need the edge off if you’re going to do a good job for you and me. I feel obligated to help.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes,” she says, and holy fuck, she is going down on to her knees, and she already has my cock out of my pants and wrapped in her hand. “And I feel that this is the way to it.” She strokes the head of my cock with her tongue and smiles up at me. “Salty. You really did need this, didn’t you? And just in case you’re wondering, don’t hold back. I intend to swallow.” And with that evil, seductive comment, she draws me into her mouth. And damn, Faith is good. She suckles. She licks. And when my hand goes to her hair, my body pumping into her, she makes these hot little sounds, like she needs this as much as I do, which has my balls tight, my body burning in all the right ways.
She wraps her hand around my thigh for leverage, and I’m close. So damn close. “That’s right, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice low, gravelly. “That’s good.” My hand twines into her hair, urgency surging through me. I pump harder, pushing my cock deeper into her throat, and she takes me, sucks me harder, even, and that does it for me. She does it for me. I’m there, a hoarse moan sliding from my lips with the release that follows. My shaft spasms in her mouth, and she does exactly what she said she would. She swallows, but she is in no rush to end this. She drags her tongue and lips up and down me, slowly easing me to the completion of the best damn blow job of my life.
Only when my chin lowers, my eyes finding hers, does she slide her mouth from my body. She pushes to her feet, and I drag her to me. “You know that wasn’t—”
“Payment for services? Damn straight it wasn’t. Free will, Nick. And now, I’m going to shower and go pick up food so you can get your work done.” She pushes away from me and takes off walking. Damn, that woman rocks my world. I hope like hell she’s innocent, because I’m in deep now. And about to be deeper, because she’s about to be naked in that shower, and so am I.
Chapter Fifteen
Tiger
It’s nearly eleven by the time Faith is ready to leave to pick up food, and I walk her to my BMW outside her house, while her car waits for the tow truck we called a few minutes ago. Both of us are in faded jeans and boots, me in a black T-shirt with the classic royal blue BMW logo on it and her in some sort of pink, long-sleeve lace shirt that hugs her breasts just right. Which I notice because, unlike my hair, which is knotted at the back of my head, her long blond hair is not only free and smelling like vanilla and amber again, it’s resting over her nipples, which I just had in my mouth fifteen minutes ago.
She dangles my keys between us. “I’m nervous about driving your car.”
“Don’t wreck it and everything will be fine.”
“Thanks for that comforting thought and vote of confidence.”
“That’s what people like about me,” I say. “I’m warm and fuzzyall the damntime.”
Her sexy mouth curves, and damn, I’m thinking about it on my cock again. “Like I said, Nick Rogers,” she says as if she’s just heard my thoughts, “there’s nothing sweet about you.”
I pull her to me and give her a long, drugging kiss, and I swear I can taste that amber-and-vanilla scent from her hair on her lips. “How’s that for sweet?” I demand.
“Your kisses aren’t sweet, any more than you’re a nice guy,” she says. “But you’re right. Nice is overrated, and so is sweet.”
I give her pink-painted lips a glance. “Why thefuckdoes your lipstick never come off?”
She laughs. “Such fierceness over lipstick. It’s not supposed to. They make it that way.”
“Hmmm. Good. I think I like a challenge.”
“Your challenge is your deposition next week. Let me get to the grocery store and pick up that Italian food I promised, so you can get your job done.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman scold me about my work,” I say. “It’s surprisingly arousing. But I’m pushing my call back to one.” I release her and open the car door. “Go now before I need to push this call back to two.”
