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The tryst in the nasty restroom their first time had likely been Taran’s very wet dreams coming true. When Liam finally pushed inside him, after a fumbling mess of Taran getting his clothes off him, Taran’s entire being went into a blissful peace that only someone who liked it roughly could attain.

Oh, his jaw clenched, and his muscles did as well, but his face, that was slack, and his lips were twisted into a grin that was almost comical.

Liam started as roughly as he usually did, watching the contortions of the man beneath him, watching his head moving on the cushion of the couch like he was trying to dig through the fabric.

Hands clutched, nails scratched, noises permeated the room as Liam took full advantage of the man’s hole, the man’s lust for a rough pounding. When Taran slapped at his chest, Liam just fucked harder. It was the kind of fucking that meant one wrong move would bend his dick in half, and cease the night's festivities.

Even that thought didn’t make him slow.

“Liam! Liam, gonna come! It’s too…it’s too much!”

“Tough shit, Special Agent,” he growled in the man’s ear, stopping his progress only for that short time before starting again and watching Taran fighting with himself.

Taran tried to move his hand down to his dick, but Liam viciously slapped it away and kept pounding, needing the man to come without his cock being touched in the least.

Flashes of thoughts tried to push into his mind, nasty thoughts of taking the man in public, right in front of the cop shop, where everyone with a badge could see a lawman being fucked hard by a criminal.

For everyone to see that he owned the man, owned his ass, and what’s more, lived to be inside him.

When he shot his load, filling the condom, Taran was jelly. He lay on his couch, a little slit leaking from the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You killed me. Don’t you know how serious an offense it is to damage a federal agent?”

“Throw me in jail.”

Taran laughed and came up, wrapped his legs around Liam’s waist and pulled him to sit back against him. “Okay. Taran jail, where you just stay here with me, safe, forever.”

“That might be fun for a few weeks, but I’d get on your nerves, eventually.”

“Probably true. But it’s nice to think about.”

Forever wasn’t in the cards for him. He doubted anyone would want him forever, but he was right. It was nice to think about. “You coming to the show?”

“Can’t this time. I have to actually work on other cases now and then. I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Tuesday…is…”

“When you’re stealing the Bentley, I got it, but still, you won’t be doing it all day, right?”

“No. Guess I’ll have all that adrenaline to fuel one hell of a fuck.”

“Good. Now, let’s get some sleep.”

He thought about leaving, but knew Daiq was already in good hands, so he might stay. Waking up to see Taran was…very nice.

“Fine, but you’re bringing me coffee in the morning.”

“Brute.”

“Yep. I sure am.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

They were all gatheredin the basement in the early daylight hours of the morning of the heist. No one was bantering, smiling, or even talking. Mims was on the computer, ensuring everything was set, and Liam was with Goldie as they laid out the things Liam would need.

“Okay, these are the fingerprints you’ll need to open the car,” he said as he handed Liam a shallow box. “My guy said they’re perfect, which is why they were pricey. I’ll distract the valet long enough for Abs to get into the box to get the keys. You’ll drive in with the box truck.”

Murphy came over to tell them, “I have the placard with the fake business name on it ready in the alley. And the paint covering. By the time we’re out of that alley, no one could pick us out of any other truck in the city.”

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