Page 34 of Found By Him

Her chest expands as she inhales and nods, pushing away from me. “Okay.”

Once we are in the hallway, Ian turns to me. I glance at her closed door and cross my arms, then back at him. “I’m going to try to get more information from her about why she thinks she’s going to go to jail. I don’t even know how best to proceed…as if these texts weren’t enough.”

Ian shakes his head. “We can all talk once you learn more. I think Nate and Tyler will want to help if possible.”

“Agreed.”

I send a text to Nate, explaining why I had to leave and that I’ll need to talk to him tomorrow before entering her condo again.

By the time I join Gisella in her living room again, she appears to have composed herself. I sit down next to her, pulling her into my side again. Her head goes to my shoulder, and her hand to my chest as my arm wraps around her shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

I feel her shrug against me. “Scared. Helpless. Mad.”

Nodding, I press my lips to the top of her head. “All understandable feelings. I promise you, we’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Her fingers trace a pattern on my chest, sending electricity straight to my groin. “I feel bad. First the texts, and now this.” She huffs out a laugh. “I swear I’m not usually this much of a hot mess.”

I respond honestly. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care.”

Her hand stills at my comment. She pushes up, so she is looking down at me. “Jack,” she murmurs, eyes shimmering with desire.

My gaze trails down to her luscious lips. I have deprived myself of them for too long, trying to be a professional. But I can’t resist any longer.

I pull her head down to mine, and our lips meet. Her body melts against me, my hand gripping the back of her neck tight. A low moan vibrates against my lips. My tongue coaxes her to open and let me in. As soon as they do, I dive into exploring her deeper. I want everything from this woman, and this is just the beginning. Her taste is as sweet as I remember and something I don’t think I will ever tire of.

I’m about to lay us back on the couch to take this further, but a startled yelp flies from her lips when my phone, which is wedged between our bodies, starts to vibrate.

I release her with a growl of frustration and built-up sexual tension, retrieving my phone from my pocket. Gisella puts more space between us on the couch as she presses her fingers to her lips, and I frown. My hand clamps down on her thigh to keep her from moving too far away.

When I see the name on my phone, I mutter an annoyed, “Goddamn it.”

Gisella gives me a questioning look as I connect the call.

“Yes, Becky?”

“Jack, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?”

I completely forgot I was supposed to be at Becky’s tonight. She won’t care if I cancel, but knowing Gisella can hear Becky in her quiet condo, I raise my eyebrows to her in question. After I receive a short nod in response, I ask, “Can I bring someone?”

“Like one of the guys?”

“No, not one of the guys. A woman, actually.”

“A woman?” Becky exclaims so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

I smile when Gisella presses her hands to her flushed cheeks. Her embarrassment is adorable.

“Damn, Becky. You’re so loud, and that’s saying something, since I’ve been in very close proximity to more than one bomb and more gunfire than I can count.”

“Oh, shut up. I was just surprised.”

I chuckle. “Clearly. So can I bring her?”

“I will be so pissed if you don’t.”

After reassuring her that we’ll be there, I disconnect the call.

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