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“Sorry,” I stammered out, but he reached down and cupped my cheek.

“I swore because your mouth is so good. It feels amazing. I just don’t want to come to early like some teenager.” I nearly bounced in happiness, but bent again and repeated the action, maybe a little gentler. I listened intently as he alternately praised me and asked for what he liked. Where he liked my tongue, when he wanted it harder, even the tiny scrape of my teeth. I loved that. I loved that he gave me instructions, so I didn’t have to worry I wasn’t doing it right. It was perfect. He was perfect.

“Let go, baby,” he croaked out, and I did. But then it was my turn to gasp, because he leaned forward and grabbed my hips and simply lifted me. “Grab the headboard, baby. You’ve made me really hungry.”

“Daddy,” I nearly shrieked, clutching for the bars because he lowered me so I was straddling his head. The first touch of his very talented tongue on my clit made me see stars. He hummed in approval when I gasped and used his hands to rock me backwards and forwards, so my pussy scraped over his beard, sending little shocks of pleasure up and down my spine. I arched as much as I could into the feeling until what seemed like my whole body was throbbing in time to the pulse of my heart. “D-daddy,” I stammered out a warning as I felt the first tease of my orgasm. I was so close.

He lifted me off him a little. “Good girl. Always tell me, but you are allowed to come as soon as you can.” Then he lowered me again and sucked at my clit at the same time that his fingers reached around my ass and slid down my crease. I barely had time to suck in another breath when myentire body lit up from the inside, and my orgasm crashed over me.

I wasn’t sure if I’d lost time when I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my back. Daddy was propped up on one elbow, smiling lazily at me. Still naked. Still stunning.

And still hard. “Daddy?”

“Are you a virgin, baby?”

My breath hitched, and I felt the glow in my body vanish like smoke. But he must have seen the answer in my eyes. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you how to pleasure yourself with my body, but I’m not exactly small, so we’re going to take our time.”

“But—” I chewed my lip. That was the second time he hadn’t gotten off.

“Give me your hand,” he ordered, and I did. He guided it to his cock, wrapping his own hand over mine and showing me how hard he liked to be touched. I quickly got the idea, again loving that he’d taken away all my doubt and worry, and when he leaned over to kiss me, I moaned in enthusiasm, knowing I could taste myself on his lips. He came quickly then collapsed onto his back. I rolled over toward him and he took my sticky hand, holding it up. “Good girls always have clean hands.”

More daring than I ever thought possible, I brought it to my lips, and because I was a very good girl, I licked it clean.

Chapter thirteen

GIDEON

“How is she?” Maddox asked when I picked up the phone, saying he was with Dion and put me on speaker.

“Napping,” I sighed. “I was just going to call Eric and see what he had for me on Kirkman or his father.”

“I just spoke to him, and it seems there might be another connection between Kirkman and us.”

“What?” I held my cell tighter.

“New application for membership to Salvation. It’s Jonathan Rice,” Max said, dropping that bombshell like it was nothing.

“The fuck,” I snarled out. Jonathan Rice owned a string of clubs that were basically covers for money laundering. He was heavily suspected of human trafficking, but the cops couldn’t ever pin him down for anything because hehad a lot of rich and powerful friends. His main area of operations was on the West Coast, so while we knew of his so-called flagship club The Cut, we didn’t go anywhere near it.

“Jonathan Rice’s father, Paul Rice, and Henry Kirkman were at school together,” Maddox continued. “They don’t run in the same circles. Kirkman owns a string of hovels he charges astronomical rent for, as you know, but Eric did some more digging and by the time he’d waded through shell companies, he found Paul Rice has made certain investments in some of Kirkman’s properties.”

I got up and walked to the adjoining door. I had to look at my baby girl, assure myself she was safe. I glanced at her sleeping peacefully and thanked my lucky stars she was here and safe. I just had to make sure she stayed that way.

“Gideon?”

“Sorry,” I muttered, knowing I’d missed Max’s last few words. “Go on.”

“With the casual paperwork Kirkman uses, some of his apartments are a good place to hide women. We might be making a huge leap, but what reason would Paul Rice have for investing in those places? He doesn’t own the buildings themselves, so he can’t ever develop them. He doesn’t have any legitimate businesses in this area. We only know of him because of The Cut.” When we’d gone into business, we took a year out first, traveling and looking at the competition. We hadn’t liked what we’d seen in any of Rice’s and stayed the fuck away.

“It gets worse,” Max said. “One of their shell companies is Oak Investments.”

I stilled. “Shit.” Oak Investments had tried for three zoning changes and we’d beaten them every time because ofour local knowledge. Specifically, three months ago when we wanted to build Kingdom. To say we weren’t their favorite people was an understatement.

“Eric also hacked some private emails and messages. Seems Kirkman Senior is sick and tired of Junior. He can’t afford the sort of cop attention Junior is bringing, and he basically dumped him with two apartment buildings to manage, including the one Abby was in.”

“Which still doesn’t explain why Jonathan Rice has applied to join Salvation.”

“Unless he’s doing what we did,” Dion said. “He could be fact-finding if they’re still trying to expand east. It makes sense now that we know he’s behind Oak Investments.”

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