Page 64 of High Intensity

I can see Bellinger, both his hands clamped at the back of his neck and his head tilted up to the sky. Then he drops his gaze and locks eyes with me.

“Look. We don’t know, all right? All we know is these guys disappeared into thin air in the early hours of Tuesday morning. We don’t know where they are, we’re not even sure what they want, so yes…I’m going to fucking run down any and every possible lead, however thin or far-fetched it may appear. And I’m sorry if that offends you or your girlfriend, but I have an eleven-year-old orphan whose life may depend on me solving this case.”

Just like that, the fire raging in me is doused.

He’s right, it’s easy to forget who this is really about, and the kicker is, Jillian would have volunteered her underwear drawer and her sheets if it meant getting closer to answers for Hayley.

Dammit.

Now I have to eat crow.

Nineteen

Jillian

“No, no, no…”

I groan at the loss of him when he pulls out.

But then he flips me on my back, grabs my right leg behind the knee, and pushes me wide open. With a predatory grin on his flushed face, he drops his hips in the V of my legs and powers inside me.

My back arches off the mattress, and my hands find purchase on the globes of his fine ass as my body seeks release. He’s been teasing me for what feels like hours, driving me to the brink only to withdraw, and leaving me suspended, my entire being thrumming with need.

He woke me up with his mouth when it was still dark out, and all I could see was the glint of his eyes between my legs. By now sunlight is filtering through the shades, reflecting off our sweaty bodies, and still, he is toying with me.

“Lucas, no,” I warn him again when the first flutters of what promises to be an epic orgasm make my core pulse. But despite my firm grip on his ass, he retreats again.

This time I don’t let him go far and—wrapping my legs around his hips and hooking my feet to lock them in place—I surprise him by flipping him over on his back. Our connection never quite lost, I triumphantly plant myself on his rock-hard cock, and ride him hard with a singular purpose.

The orgasm shatters me, leaving me breathless and boneless, draped like a wet blanket over his body, which is still bucking with the power of his own release.

I’m not sure how long it is before I register a soft scratching on the bedroom door. My head shoots up and my eyes dart to the clock on the nightstand, which shows it’s almost nine o’clock.

“Oh my God! Those poor dogs,” I lament, scrambling off Wolff, who tries to hold on to me.

“I’ll go,” he volunteers, rolling on top of me and pressing me down in the mattress.

He drops his head and takes my mouth in a sweet kiss.

“Now that’s a good morning,” he mumbles against my lips.

“It won’t be when you find the dogs have peed all over your couch,” I warn him.

“It will have been worth it.” He grins back at me as he gets out of bed. “And for the record, I like when you call me Lucas.”

I flip over on my stomach and prop my chin on my hands so I can watch him in his full glory, as he grabs a pair of sweats from his dresser and ducks into the bathroom. Luckily, he doesn’t waste too much time in there, and in minutes I hear him head outside with the dogs.

The next thing I know, I wake up from a slap on my ass and a cold, wet nose in my face.

“Come on, lazy bones,” Wolff taunts me.

“Lazy?” I react predictably. “You barely let me sleep.”

My grumbling only makes him smile bigger.

“Quit your whining. Didn’t I just rock your world?” he teases, sitting down on the mattress beside me as he sets a cup of steaming coffee on the nightstand.

“You mean I rocked my own world, since you would still have been stringing me along,” I complain ungraciously, even as I sit up and reach for the coffee he brought me.

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