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Brian nods. “Yeah, but geez, I never thought about it until I got this call the very next night. How he got my number, I have no idea. It was only me and Cranshaw at the table.”
This goes on for another hour, and when Caleb’s sure he’s gotten all that he can out of Brian Candor, he books him for attempted murder. Then Caleb comes back to where we’re waiting for him and calls us into his office.
“Jasmine’s not free and clear,” I say, which is something we all know, but I say it out loud anyhow.
“If Candor can be bought, so can another lowlife,” Alex agrees.
Caleb shakes his head in frustration. “I wanted this to be over for her.”
Damian steps forward. “It will be. Just not yet. We’re further along than we were before.”
“I’ll look into Cranshaw and track the money trail. Hopefully, that will lead us to who’s ultimately responsible,” I say.
“Yeah,” Caleb says, and looks at Alex. I want you to check out the bar. Find Cranshaw. I want him in here for questioning. He’s probably not involved, but he may have been less drunk than Candor and noticed someone unusual in the bar. Anyone willing to knock someone off for fifty large has to have money. They don’t go to a bar like that unless they’re hunting.”
“Or they wanted a patsy,” Alex adds.
“Could be, but we can’t be sure.” Caleb leans back in his chair. “Go home, get some rest. We’ll come at this again in the morning.” His eyes meet mine. “Do you need help tracking this? I can call in…”
I cut him off. “I’m on it. You’ll have everything I can find before morning in your inbox. Once I write the algorithm, the program does its thing. The money trail might take a little longer depending on where it came from, but no one can get it faster than me, and you know it.”
“True.” Caleb stands up. That’s our cue to leave, which is fine because I have plans for tonight. Slightly modified, perhaps. First, I’ll get started on what the team needs for the morning, and then I’ll see that Jasmine gets the night I promised.
EIGHT
I Want to Do That Again
ZEKE
Alex and Damian came to pick up their women. While the guys were keeping them occupied, I ducked into my office and started the process of gathering information on Cranshaw. Nothing out of the ordinary sticks out. Just a middle-aged divorced man who works in construction. Credit cards are paid up to date. A couple of traffic tickets, but nothing else. His accounts are steady. No major purchases and no deposits other than his typical paycheck. We found the twenty-five thousand in a separate account under a different name, but we were able to link it back to Candor.
I print out the data and take it to Alex. I set a trace for the deposit in Brian Candor’s account that I’ll check later.
Obviously, the girls have been drinking. Their giggles and long goodbyes with excessive hugging is cute. Jasmine’s laughing hard, and Damian practically has to carry Chloe out the door. Sabrina has her arm looped through Alex’s and is leaning into him, tripping over her own feet. No worries, though, Alex has got her well in hand.
I lock up the apartment. Jasmine is clearing the coffee table of the glasses and plates. As she walks back and forth, I can’t help noticing the way her ass sways and the way her pants cling in just the right places. Her long auburn hair flows down the length of her back. She’s leaning over the sink, rinsing the dishes, when I come up behind her, moving her hair off to one side over her shoulder. I let my fingers graze her soft flesh before tracing my lips over her skin. Jasmine fits into my body and lets out a little sigh of pleasure.
I pull her tighter against me so she can feel my hardness. “You do crazy things to me, Jazzy,” I whisper in her ear.
She turns to face me, her arms linking around my neck, her head tilted back, and her eyes meeting mine. With a grin, she says, “How crazy?”
I show her. My hand comes to the back of her head, holding her still while I ravage her mouth. I plunder her lips, taking everything she’s giving me. Backing her into the counter, I press my hard body into hers and feel her meld into mine. With ragged breaths as I move away from her mouth, I say gruffly, “I want you, Jasmine.”
“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “I want that too.” God, she’s beautiful. Her lips are swollen from my kiss, her breasts heaving, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top.
I sweep her up in my arms, not needing any further encouragement, and make my way to my bedroom, where I lay her down and memorize the moment. Her hair is strewn about the pillow, and her delicate hand reaches to touch me.
I climb in beside her on my knees. Sliding my hands to the edge of her top, I inch it up and up, exposing the skin of her belly. I drop a light kiss in the center. I continue to move the fabric higher, until her taut peaks are bare, then remove her top completely. I can’t resist the pink nipple. I close my lips over it while my finger plays with its twin.
Christ, the sounds Jasmine makes when I touch her are enough to drive me over the edge. But I’ve decided the first time we’re together, I’m coming inside her. I lap at her nipple, circling it with my tongue, then sucking gently. I move from one to the other and listen to the murmurs of pleasure my touch elicits from her lips. Jasmine arches her back, her fingers clutching my hair, holding me to her, her breathing erratic.
Jasmine grabs at my shirt. I quickly whip it off and take her mouth in a long, sweet, sensual kiss with my chest plastered against hers. I move down the length of her body, taking both her pants and panties off in one motion, leaving her completely naked and at my mercy.
Without delay, I move between her legs, throw them over my shoulders, and latch on to her sweet pussy dripping with nectar. My mouth explores every crevice of her pussy. I stretch her open with my fingers and tongue-fuck her wildly as she bucks beneath me like a wanton.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. Not on her fucking life am I stopping.
“Watch me eat you,” I command. With great effort, she comes up on her elbows and watches as I spread her wide, take her clit in my mouth, and suck on it, then press my tongue flat over it, humming and creating a vibration that has her clutching the sheets with her fist.
