Page 50 of Matched into the Mob

Ignoring Baxter’s revelation for the moment, I pointed out to Ranger the trail of emails between the assistant and Dane referring to sabotaging La Luna Noir’s recycling business. They included threats, bribes, and manipulating government officials to deny permits. I also had his bank statements going back years.

“Does that help your family?”

He squished my cheeks together and kissed my brow, leaving me gasping for breath.

“I knew about the bribes and threats, but I didn’t have his bank statements.”

He put his lips on mine and the Dane problem vanished. Instead, I had to figure out what to do with my hard cock.

But something else was niggling me, like a stitch or cramp when running. In order to prevent the Durands meting out shifter justice, I needed something other than Dane making threats.

Uncle Arnie mentioning the sink being clogged triggered a memory, but Ranger was trailing kisses over my jaw.

I pulled away from him. “The solution for unclogging the sink. What’s in it?”

“You choose now to take an interest in plumbing? Great timing,” he mumbled. “Says a lot about my technique if what I’m doing reminds you of a blocked sink.”

“Ranger, please, I’m thinking.” He was whispering how much he loved me, nibbling the soft part of my ear and sticking his tongue in.

“Don’t think.”

“Please.”

“Ummm, sulphuric acid probably.”

The deliveries of chemicals I’d mistakenly assumed was for recycling was for something else. I was a fool for not checking the inventory list more closely.

Now Ranger was massaging my shoulders. Damn him. Did he want to catch Dane or have sex? I rewound the question in my head. Hmmm, there was no contest except for the tiny detail of my life hanging in the balance.

Ranger pulled back my jacket and shirt. Goosebumps danced over my skin and dived into little crevices, making it almost impossible to concentrate. Every inch of me was covered in the spiky little bits of flesh, reminding me of a miniature bed of nails, but much more pleasant.

“Don’t mind me.” He pushed my chair back and sat on the floor under the desk, before pulling the chair toward him. “I’m searching for something too.”

He spread my legs, lifting my feet over his shoulders.

“Your family might come in.” And I was concentrating on Operation Take Dane Down.

Something else was going down. My zipper. Yikes.

“Stop,” I hissed. I’d made a friend in Uncle Arnie, but if Rudy popped in, I’d slink under the desk and never emerge. Wait, not a great idea because Ranger was under there too. Eeek.

Ranger reached into my pants. I wasn’t wearing underwear ‘cause dressing in his dad’s clothes was okay but not his boxers. Besides, I wore briefs.

“Commando. I like it.” He stroked my cock, and I tried to control my breathing as his fingertips trailed over the shaft.

“This is important.” Much as I wanted to give in to him, to lock the door and get naked, to have him in me, I had to think.

“So is this. Me giving you a hand job or if you slide your ass closer, a blow job.”

I pictured us going at it and the chair scooting back into the couch with me yelling, “I’m going.”

Ranger unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my length. How easy it would be to give in to him.

“I love your cock. It’s thick and pink and the perfect size for my mouth.” I gripped the edge of the desk as his licked the head. “Mmmm, you taste so good.”

He swallowed the tip, and I arched my back, relishing the heat pulsing through my veins. One hand rested on the keyboard while the fingers on my other hand were entangled in his hair.

Ranger wrapped his hand around my shaft and slid it to the base while he took the rest of me in his mouth. I hunched over the desk as he blew me, my half-lidded eyes scanning rows of chemicals.

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