Page 69 of Can You Take It?

“What’s up?” I ask, keeping it low-key.

“Sir, my name is David. I need to tell you something. Your girlfriend, Izel, she’s the daughter of a girl I was friends with. Her mother’s name was Ava.”

I nod, a little taken aback. “Yeah, I know about Ava. She was part of the Montclair family.”

“You see, Ava and I were close friends. Her boyfriend, Will, was possessive and controlling. Ava wanted out, but Will wouldn’t let her go. He was a fucking psycho. He would stalk her, show up at her house unannounced, and keep tabs on her every move. She was terrified. She confided in me. She said she couldn’t take it anymore. She was going to leave him, no matter what. But before she could, she disappeared.”

“So, you’re saying Will had a hand in her disappearance?”

David’s face hardens. “More than a hand. I believe he murdered her. I’ve tried to tell the Hollowbrook PD about this.I’ve gone to them multiple times, but they brushed me off. Ava’s father, he wrapped it up. He was more concerned about his reputation. Ava had slept with Will, and for him, it was better if Ava hadn’t been found at all. He didn’t want the scandal.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because you need to know that Will is out there somewhere. I’m worried about Izel’s safety. If he had a hand in Ava’s disappearance, who’s to say he won’t do something to Izel?”

The idea of Izel being in danger, of someone thinking they can harm her and get away with it, makes my blood boil. I’ll kill him before he even gets the chance. If Will so much as breathes in Izel’s direction, I’ll make sure he regrets ever being born. I’ll hunt him down, bury him so deep that no one will ever find his body.

“Where is Will now?”

“Nobody knows. The bastard fled town and hasn’t been heard from since. He just disappeared like the coward he is.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of this. I won’t let Will get away with it.”

“Thank you, Sir. Ava’s memory deserves justice.”

I give him a firm nod, and he turns to leave. As he walks further inside, I take a deep breath, working to process everything he just told me. When I step outside, I see Izel leaning against the car, talking on her phone. The minute her eyes catch mine, she abruptly shuts her phone and gives me a nervous smile from a distance.

I start walking in her direction. Is this how it’s going to be now? Always doubting her? I need to solve this case because I can’t live like this, constantly second-guessing her.

“Sorry you had to wait.”

She shrugs, flashing a smile. “It’s all good.”

I smile back. I start the car, and we’re on our way back home, and Izel seems to be in a playful mood. Her legs are crossed,exposing more of her smooth thighs. She’s playing with the strap of her heels, and the subtle tease in her movement doesn’t escape me. She knows exactly what she’s doing, she’s toying with my self-control.

I can’t help but smirk, but I keep my cool, focusing on the road. She glances at me with that sly look in her eyes and starts moving her hand up my thigh. I take a deep breath, well aware of where this is headed. This woman’s touch is like a match to a powder keg, and my cock eagerly responds, going from zero to a hundred in a heartbeat. It’s impressive how effortlessly she can get me hard.

I give her a side-eye as she inches her hand higher up my thigh. “You know,” I tease, “the punishment for public indecency can be up to a year in prison.”

She meets my gaze with that devilish sparkle in her eye. “Are you threatening to arrest me?”

“Baby, I’m threatening to punish you.”

She boldly unbuckles my belt, and I can feel her fingers working their magic. I savor the slow and deliberate process as she frees my cock from its confinement. She’s confident and I’m loving every moment.

Her warm hand wraps around my throbbing cock. She doesn’t just hold me—no, she lets her fingertips trace every inch, dragging along the thick veins, making me feel every agonizing stroke. I’m losing control here, feeling her hands explore me, like she’s taking her time to memorize every part. She leans in, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers, “I think I can handle that.”

As we speed down the road, Izel’s lips meet my neck, leaving a scorching kiss. She bites me gently, it’s not painful, but it does make my cock harder. I thank every star in the sky that my windows are tinted out because I sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

Izel’s stroking my cock and she’s been teasing me all along, and I can’t take it anymore. She’s a potent combination of seduction and restraint, and it’s driving me to the brink of insanity.

I decide to take control. With one hand still on the wheel, I reach over and deftly unlock her seatbelt. She leans closer, and I seize the opportunity, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her face toward mine. Our eyes lock, and the unspoken understanding is crystal clear—we’re about to cross into uncharted territory.

Izel smirks, her voice sultry as she whispers, “So, Agent Reynolds, what’s the punishment for being a bad girl?”

“Guess we’re about to find out.” I seize her harder by the hair and pull her head down, directly onto my cock.

My control slips further as desire courses through my veins like fire, and Izel’s sultry whispers linger in the air. I want her to feel every bit of the way she shatters me, how she’s made a mess of my control, and how I wouldn’t dare take back a single moment. I want to drink in every detail, every quiet sound, every breath that hangs between us, because this is more than desire—it’s devotion, it’s reverence, it’s knowing that I could spend a lifetime in this exact moment and never grow tired.

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