Page 70 of Sweet Temptation

Now there was a question I did not need to ask myself.

Christ, she’d look good in that pale-blue lacy thing, whatever it was. Matched her eyes.

I told Maddox, gruffly, that I was going, and headed outside.

Nice day. Partly sunny, but cool and crisp. Hopefully cool enough to chill me the fuck out. My cold, dead heart enjoyed the icy burn as I inhaled the autumn air, but my body was overheating.

I wished I had my motorcycle.

Both Maddox’s bike and the van were parked to the side of the driveway so they didn’t block in my car. I got in and drove straight to my office, trying to stop thinking about Summer’s ass and how it would look in skimpy, pale-blue lace. And in my hands, of course.

No such luck.

That picture kept flashing in my head like a road sign, pointing me in the wrong direction. My hands on Summer’s ass… squeezing as her hips bobbed up and down… and her pussy swallowed my cock.

Jesus, that got X-rated fast.

I needed to get laid or something.

I pulled into the small, empty parking lot behind the three-story walk-up building that housed the Sentinel offices, just off Main and Broadway. It was only about a fifteen-minute drive from Summer’s place. We were on the third floor, and I let myself in with my keys and stalked up the stairs. I deactivated the alarm and headed down the hall to my corner office.

It was nothing special, but there was a big window that looked out toward downtown and the mountains.

Since it was the weekend, I was the only one here. The security needs of our clients didn’t exactly take days off, but one of the more forward thinking changes we’d implemented after my uncle left the company was letting our staff work from home on weekends. Naveen, who was the only partner who was married with kids, had really pushed for that.

The first thing I did after I took off my jacket was call him up. Figured I’d given him enough time to wake up and start his day. It was Sunday morning, so he’d be at home with his wife and three kids, but he’d be working, too.

“Naveen. What’ve you got for me?” I asked him as soon as he picked up.

“Good morning, Ronan. We’re having breakfast, thanks for asking.”

“Right. How’s the family?”

“They’re great.” I heard some muffled whispering. I started pacing, waiting for him to fill me in. I heard him say, “Yes, it’s Uncle Ronan. I’m sure he’d love to see the princess palace you built. I’ll tell him. Uh-huh. Eat your cereal.” Some more shuffling around and then, “Lemme just get some privacy here.”

“You got it.”

“You know, Cami really wants you to come play LEGO again soon. We finished the Frozen palace. I told her you’re busy with a very important client who wears glitter. She now thinks Summer Sorensen is a princess.”

My lips twitched. “Pretty sure Summer would be okay with that.”

“Okay, I’ve locked myself in my office. How’s it going over there?”

“Good. How’s our tail?”

The guy we had on Blair Sanchuk was there so we’d know where he was—and if he was headed anywhere in Summer’s direction. But he was also there to gather any intel on Sanchuk that we could get. Because a restraining order wasn’t enough. Brody and Jude wanted to know who this guy was and why he’d tried to break into Summer’s house.

I did, too.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said. “Blair Sanchuk was hanging down at the Sinners’ clubhouse last night.”

I stopped pacing.

This was news. And not good news.

The Sinners were another motorcycle club, of the outlaw variety. They had a chapter in the Vancouver area. And they were rivals of the West Coast Kings.

“He’s a biker?”

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