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“He wants to protect his family… I get it.” After a long stare, he turned away. “I’ll let you know when I find out more.”
* * *
I want to see you, sweetheart.
I hope you want to do a lot more than that.
Every time I read her messages, I heard that beautiful voice in my head, felt her fire through the words. It made the withdrawals all that more intense.Meet me at our place.We didn’t need to operate in such secrecy, like this was a clandestine affair that could break up two marriages. No one was watching me. No one was watching her. But if that’s what she wanted, so be it.
That’s our place now?
I thought you’d prefer to be fucked in a palace instead of a dirty motel room.
I don’t know…a sketchy room on the wrong side of town could be fun.
I sucked air through my teeth and felt my dick give a twitch in my jeans.I can’t wait to fuck that mouth.
Don’t forget to fuck my other goodies too.
Other goodies?You’re torturing me.
It’s called dirty talk.
Be careful, sweetheart. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.
Then hurry up and show me.
I clenched my jaw and squeezed the phone in my hand. I was parked outside the apartment, light raindrops hitting the windows, and the hard-on in my jeans was so thick I had to unbutton the top to give it extra room.
Then I had to wait a solid five minutes until I could walk up to the door and knock.
Benton answered the door, his steely eyes regarding me with a hint of coldness.
“You going to invite me in, or…?”
He seemed to debate with himself for a minute before he opened the door. “Just keep it down. Claire is asleep.”
* * *
Benton and I sat in the living room in front of the fire, the same room where Benton had told me his daughter was not dead, as he’d feared. Now we shared a decanter of scotch in the armchairs, sitting across from each other as the rain continued to come down.
Benton rested his chin on his closed knuckles, his eyes on the glass decanter on the table between us. “Still moving forward with that idiot plan of yours?”
“Which one? You think they’re all idiot plans.”
His eyes hardened. “The Skull King.”
“Yes, plan is still underway.”
Benton looked like he had a whole lot to say but chose not to say it.
“We found his manufacturer. We’re going to cut him off at the source. Make him work for us.”
“And you actually think that will work?”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Because this is the Skull King. He’s your equal. Would you work for someone else?”
