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“Bax, if you see anyone headed this way, everybody goes on high alert. Some or all of the Robbins’ security staff might be involved with the attempt on Claire’s life.”
“Got it. You two carry on.”
Fletch shook his head. “They like you, you know.”
“I didn’t, but I guess that’s good to hear. I’d hate for you to have to fire your team just so you could keep me.”
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you.” Seeing the gleam in her eye, he added, “Anything I don’t think could get you thrown in jail or killed. You could be onto something with Evangeline. She used to get very secretive about meetings and trips. If she was brokering illegal deals, she’d want to make damn sure no one knew about them.”
“I didn’t know anything about Evangeline or her business, but you did. Maybe I wasn’t the target.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. Why move against me now? We’ve been broken up for a while now.”
“True, but until now, you weren’t sleeping with me and had shown no interest in the jewelry from the Nazi side—except as just one more piece to try to recover for either the owners or the insurance companies.”
Fletch nodded as he walked over to the edge of the bed, sat down, and pulled her into his lap. He wasn’t sure why, and didn’t much care, but he took great comfort in having Claire sitting in his lap with her arms wrapped around him, leaning into him. Her whole body relaxed, and it was as if she was entrusting him with her care.
“I hate to admit it, but you might be onto something. But this is all supposition and conjecture; we’ll need to corroborate it before we can make anything close to an accusation.”
“But at least it’s a working theory, and it means that stealing the Clarion Necklace isn’t any worse than any of my other heists.”
“Could you just let me have until we can figure out if Evangeline was behind the assault on your farm, and which one of us she was after? Just promise me you won’t try again until we have that figured out.”
“And then I can steal it?”
She sounded almost giddy over the prospect of being able to take it without any kind of negative consequences from him.
“Not necessarily. I’m asking you to sit tight until we figure it out. Then we can have a knockdown, drag-out fight about it. Deal?”
For Fletch, this was important. If she wasn’t even willing to hold off until they knew better what she or they would be getting into, their relationship might not be able to survive.
“Deal, but only if you promise not to give me ultimatums. I really don’t like them.”
“That’s fair. I don’t give you ultimatums, and you don’t turn your back and walk away to anywhere other than our bedroom.”
“Deal.” She offered him her hand.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” he said as he twisted his body and tossed her onto her back. “If the cops come and we want them to believe you’ve been here all night with me, you’d better be naked and in a compromising position.”
He stripped them both naked in the blink of an eye as Claire laughed at him with unmitigated glee.
“We’ll see who gets the last laugh,” he said as he parted her legs and with no preliminaries whatsoever, thrust into her, pressing her down into the mattress and pinning her beneath him.
Fletch began to stroke in and out with a hard, feverish rhythm. He kissed her deeply as his hands tangled in her hair for only a moment before slipping beneath her and cupping the globes of her ass to hold her in place. He felt as if he was crushing her, but instead of Claire trying to get away, she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her. He drank down her cries of ecstasy as he pressed deep a final time and gave her his cum, her pussy clamping down on him and surrendering to his dominance.
There was another much softer knock. “Boss? It looks like the cops are coming to call.”
“You stay here,” he admonished Claire as he rolled off her and grabbed his jeans, flinging open the door before he had his fly fully buttoned. “Carter? Get Mia some place doing something that looks innocent. The rest of you? Claire and I have been arguing all night. We’ve had patrols out around the cottage, and no one saw anything. Got it?”
“Yeah, boss,” came the unified response.
If he could just get Claire to either stay out of it or play the innocent victim, they just might get away with this.
CHAPTER14
CLAIRE
Claire sat up in bed, resting against the headboard with the sheet pulled up around her. She wondered if Fletch had any idea what a sexy butt he had. Fine Ass Fletch—that was what she would call him.
