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She shook in anticipation of his touch on her throbbing clit. Small noises burst out of her, which he kissed away.
When he slipped his hand inside her panties, she let out a cry, and he issued a deep groan. “You’re fucking soaking wet for me, baby.”
“Kiss me!”
He plunged his tongue in her mouth and circled her clit with a fingertip. Electricity shot through her, causing her mind to blank to anything but the pleasure he was giving her up against this wall in his grandparents’ study.
She rocked into his hand. He sank a finger lower, probing her entrance before thrusting it inside. He applied just the right pressure. Worked her with just the right speed.
Call her seven shades of blushing right now, because she felt the desire climbing her neck and face. Her breath slipped raggedly past her lips.
His taste on her tongue sent her into a frenzy of passion that couldn’t be stopped even if the entire Sentry team walked in right now.
“Quaide!” she rasped. “Please. I need…”
He latched his lips on her throat and teased her clit. “Need this, baby?”
“Yes!”
He released her hands pinned to the wall, and she threw them around his neck, kissing him with all the need coursing through her veins.
With one hand still buried in her folds and tormenting her clit, he cupped her breast and flicked at her straining nipple.
Her knees threatened to buckle. She might need him to hold her up when she came.
And she knew he would. That was what he was saying to her—askingof her.
Pleasure waves hit, and she let go, giving Quaide more thanjustthe release he demanded of her.
ChapterTwelve
Chair legs scraped on the floor, and all four of the Sentry team took a seat at the table. Without pause, Clay tugged on the brim of his Stetson and gave a nod of respect to those he shared the table with. Julius and Jennings followed.
Quaide scraped his fingers through his hair. He didn’t need a hat to fit in, but ever since he returned to his grandparents’ home nestled not ten minutes from the Colorado countryside, he felt like he was missing something.
He cocked a brow at Clay. “We have more damn meetings than the FBI ever did. Shouldn’t we actually be takingactionon this task force?”
“I called a meeting to form a plan, Livingston. Take it easy.” Clay swiped a finger over the screen of a computer tablet.
“Did that report from the medical examiner come through yet?” Jennings leaned forward to eye the screen.
“Yeah, it did. It looks like the time of death was within ten to twelve hours of the body being dumped on that riverbank,” Clay read. “There’s a lot of information on how the medical examiner made that determination. If anyone’s interested, you can read it later.”
Everyone looked to Jennings.
Julius gave him the side-eye. “Or maybe you can ask her to read ittoyou. Seems your kind of pillow talk.”
Jennings scratched at the corner of his eye using his middle finger.
Clay continued to inform them of details. When he got to the official cause of death, he blew out a breath first and looked around the table. “Blunt force trauma to the back of the head.”
Quaide sat back in his seat. “Goddamn, that’s brutal.”
“Now we can try to deduce who our hitman might be and hunt him down before he makes any more moves on Rain.” Clay pulled up another screen. It popped up on the wall TV so they could all read through the list.
Quaide counted them, and then blew out a whistle. “Thirteen executioners on our radar just in this area. Weren’t there only twelve yesterday?”
Clay nodded. “I spent a few hours overnight on the dark web doing a little research.”
