Chapter Six
Sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.
“You’ll be there tonight. This is not a request.”
Dusan’s tone was cold and autocratic. He expected his order to be followed. Of course, the man always expected that.
“Black tie?”
A sniff of distaste. “Of course. Unlike my children, I know the meaning of dressing for your success.”
“My woman?”
Lance glanced over his shoulder at the woman in question.
Jasmine lay sprawled nude over the queen mattress in the bedroom.
A light blanket draped over her, covering her firm ass and part of her lower back.
She slept on her stomach, arms bent and beneath the pillow supporting her head.
Her skin glowed and he grinned even as his heart thumped in a possessive way, flipping and calling for him to head over to her, hang up the phone and drill his cock as far as he could inside that tight pussy until she couldn’t imagine what it was like to not feel him in her.
“Of course she will be with you.”
The smooth delivery had him suspicious, more than he already had been.
There was something going on that he wanted to shock Lance with.
Problem was, with a man like Dusan, that could be anything from ordering him to kill a man, having one shot in front of him or any other myriad of shit that he could demand.
“We’ll be there in an hour.”
Everything inside him wanted to hang up on the man but he knew better. A poised few seconds before a low grunt and the call was done. He huffed and made sure the phone was off before placing it on the oak bedside table, next to hers where it leaned against the brass base of her lamp.
Sinking to the mattress, he reached out a hand and placed it on the small of her back. Not even a full second later, he found himself looking up the barrel of her sidearm, her gaze sharp and very much aware.
Lance hiked an eyebrow. “I left the bed maybe ten minutes ago. Did you already forget me?”
A slow blink but no verbal response to his question. Instead, she rose to a seated position, her full breasts distracting him for a few seconds with their dark nipples that hardened beneath his perusal. He slid his gaze down her toned body, admiring the lean muscles that flexed and moved with her.
Shifting her legs, she moved them to the side he sat on but had them so she could slip off behind him.
Didn’t stop the flash of her pussy that he definitely ogled.
Still silent, she set her weapon on the small table before striding from the room without care she was naked and headed into the bathroom.
When the water turned on, he moaned and flopped to his side.
He watched her from below lowered lids as she walked back in the room, a towel tucked above her breasts.
Without a word, she moved by him and bent to grab her phone and gun then padded out on silent feet. The moment she was back in the hallway, he reached down and gripped his dick, squeezing hard trying to push his hunger for her down.
“Fuck.” He pushed to his feet and walked out to find her in the kitchen, unwrapping a Hot Pocket type of food.
She held it up and popped an eyebrow. He shook his head, not wanting to eat that. While it heated in the microwave, she got herself a tall glass of cold water.
“Dusan has an event tonight we have been ordered to attend.”
He watched her throat move as she swallowed. “Okay.” Glass on the countertop, she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “What kind of event?”
“Fancy.”
The microwave beeped and she turned to it, pulling out the pastry and huffing slightly as she pulled it from the sleeve. He groaned when she took a large bite. Eyes wide and watery, she opened her mouth and fanned a hand before it like that was going to help cool it down.
“Coulda waited a second or three.” His deadpan remark was met with a narrowing gaze.
“Hungry.” She barely waited before taking another bite. This time the moan of pleasure kicked his cock to high gear.
“I’m going to shower. It’s fancy and I have to go back to my place and get a tux.”
He pulled one out in the shower, because otherwise it was going to be a hell of a night, then frowned as he stepped out and heard Jasmine talking to someone. Towel around his waist, he peered through the doorway and watched her nod to someone at the front door before she closed it on him.
While his woman had on more than a towel, she wasn’t wearing all that much. She walked back toward him, picking up a garment bag on her way.
“What’s that?”
“Tom Ford.” She brushed by him and hung the garment bag on the doorframe. Facing him, she raked her gaze over him and smirked. “Personally I’d rather you stay in the towel.”
Said towel began to lift as his cock swelled.
“I’d prefer you naked and on my dick.”
“Pencil me in for later.” A wink and she vanished in the bathroom.
He definitely would do that. Once he tugged on a pair of black boxer briefs, he unzipped the bag and whistled low. “Love me some Italian wool.”
A sharp onyx black. Satin along the lapel and side stripe, peak lapel, and double vent.
The crisp black shirt fit like it had been made for him alone.
Bowtie hanging around his neck, he drew up the pants and fastened them as she walked out of the bathroom in a barely there dark silvered gray lingerie set.
“Shit.”
Lace. It was lace covering her pussy in the smallest triangle possible. Her breasts were pushed up in some lacy bra that was going to have him hard all night. Her lips turned up as she walked toward him.
“You’re looking good, Detective.”
“You’re fucking sexy as hell.” He left the pants undone and prowled toward her, circling her but not actually touching. “You trying to kill me?”
“That would be counterproductive now, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t get more of that dick I’m addicted to.”
Her Cheshire grin had his dick fighting for escape. Giving in to his need, he gripped that very cock and squeezed, loving how her gaze dropped there.
“It’s always for you, baby. Only for you.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Better be, because if I find out it’s gone in anyone else or been touched by anyone else, I’ll fucking feed it to you in pieces.”
Lance moved toward her and she locked her knees at the pure predation in his gaze. Fucking panty-melting. Jasmine understood why some women had a thing for men in tuxes. While jeans and a tee were her catnip, there wasn’t any denying how this looked on him.
He caged her in, hands on either side over her head, and bent close.
“We are supposed to get moving, baby and you being all dangerously possessive turns me on.” A deep breath and he dragged his nose along her neck and up along her face. “Seriously fucking turning me on.”
She whimpered as he thrust his thigh between hers, lifting her up on her toes, even in her heels. Her pussy clenched, desperate to have his thick length filling her, stretching her. Lance secured his hand around her throat.
Pulse kicking into high, she licked her lips. He squeezed and she rocked against the granite-hard thigh beneath her.
He lowered his face into hers and held her gaze.
“Let’s go.” Another brief squeeze against the flutter of her pulse before he stepped back, and she nearly moaned at the loss of his touch.
Lance helped her into her light jacket and they walked down to his vehicle, hand remaining at the small of her back.
She wasn’t sure where they were going and didn’t bother asking, it wouldn’t matter. They’d been demanded to attend so whether it was in a hotel, Dusan’s home, or in some fancy building, she was going to be there.
* * * *
He pulled up to the front of the aquarium and she leaned forward, interest piquing. The valet opened her door and held out his hand. By the time she’d unclicked her seatbelt, Lance had moved around and moved the valet out of his way, so it was Lance’s hand she settled her palm against.
“Thank you.” She didn’t pull away as he tucked her into his side.
“The thought of another’s hands on you, baby, makes me feral. Let’s try to get through the night without me ripping some dumbass’s head off and spitting down his throat, shall we?”
They walked up the steps and beyond the large pillars to step inside. Her breath caught in her throat.
Low lighting, a good majority of it by the lighting in the massive tanks that were lining the room. People mingled and chatted as some danced. Her gaze swept the room, taking in the major players in the city.
“It seems like he’s trying to see if someone outs us.”
Lance nodded as they walked deeper into the room. “You good?”
She understood. They hadn’t gone over all the particulars of why she was where she was at the moment, and given both their lives were on the line, she got his questioning.
“Always. You?”
“Never better.” His fingers brushed over the top of her ass before he guided them to the bar.
That’s where Dusan found them.
The mafia boss wore a tuxedo as well but in her personal opinion, not as well as Lance wore his. Still, the man cut a sharp figure.
“You came.” He sipped from a tumbler as he raked his assessing gaze over her.
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice.” She faced the bartender. “Moscow Mule please.”
The woman gave her a succinct nod and walked off.
“You didn’t.” Dusan stepped closer.
Lance moved between them, bending over the bar to order himself a beer, then he stepped back and kept her slightly behind him.
“So what is this for?” She gestured around the room. “I’m assuming there’s something about a charity, which is why you have all these high rollers in one room.
“Yes, we are saving the whales or something like that.”
She accepted her drink with a thankful nod and put the hammered copper mule mug to her lips and enjoyed her first sip.
“You expecting someone to out us as cops or something?” She pushed away from the bar and stepped up to the man, noting how his ever-present bodyguards shifted closer.