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He grabbed it gently but firmly with his hand. “Are you sure?”

“Goddammit,” she breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to beg a man to fuck me before.”

Lindsay laughed again. “I’ve heard that humility is a virtue.”

“Yes or no?” she whispered against his cheek, lifting her head. Something about the blindfold was so tantalizing.

“I won’t fuck you, but…” He moved slowly onto his knees and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I would like to pleasure you.”

“Okay,” she said, voice sounding cautious but a touch heavy with excitement. “Hurry, we only have somuch time.”

“Roll onto your back.”

She did so without complaint. He wished he had a blanket or something to put under her beautiful, tender flesh, but alas.

“I’m going to take your trousers off,” Lindsay said. And he began to unfasten the buttons of the fly, one at a time. A smile touched her beautiful mouth and she bit her lower lip, causing a surge of blood to his cock. With gentle, quick hands, he pulled the trousers all the way down and off. He’d caught a glimpse of her luscious thighs and the beautiful, glossy curls between them when he was toweling her off, but he’d kept himself from leering at her. Now, she was offering herself to him. On full, gorgeous display, and it was enough to make his body tremble like he was a stupid young man again.

“Lift your hips,” he said, and then fit her trousers underneath them to keep the detritus scattered across the truck bed from biting into her flesh. Lindsay settled on his stomach directing each of her legs over his shoulders and he wriggled up until her gorgeous cunt was within reach of his face.

God, it had been so long since he’d been with a woman. And he, admittedly, had never been with one so beautiful. But then, were there any others who were as beautiful as her?

Slowly, he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue along the length of her cunt, stopping when he found the delicate pearl where the lips of her cunt met, relishing the spicy, rich taste of her. He teased it with his tongue,pleased with the way she moaned and rocked her hips, offering herself up to the tender explorations of his mouth. An illicit thrill went through him at the idea of Alex and Ryan riding in the cab just ahead of them. The anger he felt toward Alex surged through him, bidding him to please her, to let her claim him.

One of her slim, graceful hands stole into his hair, twining through it and massaging his scalp, sending a current of pleasure through his body. He glided one of his hands up and down her thigh and locked the other one around her hip while he slipped his tongue through the silken folds of her cunt, glorying in the texture, the smell, the taste. He dipped his tongue into her hot, wet opening and she gasped, opening her thighs further to allow him to press his tongue inside of her as far as it would go and draw his head back and forth, simulating penetration the way he would fuck her with his cock if he wasn’t so interested in earning her pleasure with the labor of his mouth and his hands.

The hand that he caressed her thigh with stole down and he eased two fingers inside of her, replacing his tongue. He gave her cunt a rich, wet kiss, and then he went back to lapping at the pearl of her pleasure, paying careful attention to the way she moaned and her muscles tensed until he settled on a spot to stroke with his tongue over and over again, with patient and faithful dedication while her grip in his hair grew tighter and she begged him not to stop. The pain in his scalp sent thrills of ecstasy through him. With his fingers, he found the core ofpleasure inside of her and began to massage it with steady, deep strokes.

Small whimpers died in her throat and she choked on cries that she wouldn’t allow herself to release.

Lindsay stopped the worship of her cunt just long enough to say, spitefully, “Don’t hold back. Who fucking cares if they hear?”

And with that, the small moans and cries trickled out of her throat, growing louder and louder, until she was rocking against his face and his hand, muscles clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers until she stopped breathing, stopped making a sound for a moment that lasted eternity. Then, he felt her muscles release, and then clench, release and then clench in a wave of pleasure while she choked on a scream that she didn’t allow herself to release, even at the climax of her pleasure. The muscles of her cunt continued to clench as pleasure rode through her, wave after wave, nearly soaking his hand and making his cock so hard that it was painful to lie on.

The thing Alex loved about him so much was his acute desire to please during their sexual encounters. This was no different and he couldn’t prevent himself from taking another deep taste of her cunt before bringing himself up onto all fours and crawling up her body to whisper against her lips, “Did that please you?”

“God yes,” she moaned in a low, velvety voice that sent ripples down his belly and into his cock. “Thank you.”

Lindsay took her hand in his and raised it against his mouth, pressing his lips against her knuckles. “You’re going to be alright,” he said. “I’ll make sure of it.”

She caressed the side of his face, but said nothing.

They rode the rest of the way in silence.

Chapter seventeen

Roberts

Two AM, that’s what Stanley said. Two AM and everything was going to go up in smoke. Roberts had fully entertained the idea of pretending that he was otherwise occupied, but Stanley wanted the police involved in an official capacity when he went in, and the tiny shred of conscience he had left in him told him that he should probably be present to keep Stanley reeled in. The other attacks, well… Roberts was going to pretend like he didn’t know a thing about them. And frankly, there wasn't much that he did know.

His knowledge was limited to this: There were four or five other properties that Lockwood and Laurent owned, and Stanley was planning on attacking all of them simultaneously while they raided The Red Crystal. This involved an ambush that had something to do with arson and gunfire. And it was all set to go down… now.

“Come on, Lieutenant,” said Stanley, getting out of the unmarked car where Roberts sat behind the wheel. “I’ve waited long enough to get her back.” He tucked his pocketwatch back into the small pocket of his waistcoat. The look on his face was something akin to grim determination. He put his hand into his coat and pulled out his revolver, popping out the chamber to check the ammunition again.

“No innocent people,” Roberts said in warning for the thousandth time. “We’re here to get her and to arrest them and any of their accomplices.”

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant,” Stanley said in that empty voice of his. The laissez faire attitude didn’t convince Roberts, and he was, he felt, rightly nervous. Both of them knew when it came down to it that Stanley would do whatever he wanted to do. Andrews got out of the back of the car last and threw his cigarette aside, checking the revolver in the holster he kept on his hip. Up and down the street, other men were getting out of their cars and checking their weapons, their batons. Some of them were in official uniform and others were Stanley’s guys in street clothes.

Jesus, you’d think they were going to war.

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