Page 42 of Sizzling Nights

"I don't like it."

Mitch chuckled. "Seriously. This is a great idea."

Marco stared into Theresa's eyes. He shook his head and lowered his voice. "What are we doing here if you're going to put yourself out there?"

"Here, we're safe and can eat and sleep in peace. Out there, at least at the benefit, they won't expect me and we'll be one up on them. We'll surprise them. Let's work with Mitch to have everything set so we're safe. We'll have an entry plan. We'll have our escape plan. We'll be on point at every step. What are they going to do with all those people around? Nothing. They won't expect us. They have to go through the motions of bringing in all the money to launder the Celtics money. They may also worry that there are others watching to make sure the event is on the up and up. It's perfect. I'll even dye my hair and look different, so they won't know it's me."

He stared at her beautiful dark hair. He liked her hair just as it was. He'd always admired the shine in it. "I don't want you to dye your hair."

She smiled at him and her shoulders softened. "Okay. A wig."

Mitch responded and Marco was irritated at the interruption. "We can work something out with a wig. I'll take care of getting you a dress to wear. We'll have wires sewn into it. We'll have trackers sewn into it. We'll know where you are all the time."

Marco's stomach tightened at the thought of putting her in any danger. He rotated his head and let out a breath. "Okay." He looked into Theresa's eyes. "You follow orders soldier. Every. Damned. Order."

"I will." She smiled and his heartbeat sped up.

Mitch responded. "Great. We'll get things taken care of here. Theresa, you have a couple of days to work on your exposés to get them scheduled. May I make a suggestion?"

"Sure."

"Leave something out. Something you can keep as leverage in your dead man's switch. Once all the information is out, you need to keep something out to make sure they don't come at you out of spite."

"Yeah. I've been thinking of that. Thank you."

"Okay. Anything else?"

Marco looked at Theresa and she shook her head. "No, Mitch, we're good here."

"Okay. We'll talk later."

The call ended and he lay his phone on the counter. He spun Theresa's stool around and framed her in his arms. He lowered his head until their noses were nearly touching. "I mean it. Every order, Theresa."

"I know."

His lips touched hers lightly. Her tongue swiped across his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth for her. The instant their tongues met, he deepened the kiss. His lips covered hers. His hands held her head in place. He pulled her forward and off the stool with his left hand and her legs instantly wrapped around his ass. His cock roared to life, and his skin heated. It had been a hell of a day, but dammit if his body didn't respond to her.

He lifted her higher and turned them toward the primary bedroom. He didn't ask, he assumed, they'd be sleeping together. There was no reason not to. Not anymore. They were safe here. And he wanted to make love to her tonight.

Their lips continued to meld together. Her arms held him tightly as he carried her across the living room.

As he lay her on the bed she softly moaned, and he closed his eyes. He loved that sound.

Her fingers began pulling his shirt up his body and he helped her remove it. She tossed it over the edge of the bed and began working on his button and zipper. He rolled over as soon as she had his jeans undone and shimmied them down his legs.

He quickly rolled back and began removing her clothing. He liked this part. The anticipation. The unwrapping of his present.

As soon as her clothing was removed, he rolled onto his back and pulled her over him. Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders and her lips turned up in a smile. It was sexy. He stared at her. Her eyes, her face, her hair. Then his eyes roamed down her beautiful body. His hands cupped her breasts and molded them with his hands. Her flesh was soft and pliable. She smelled like citrus and soap. Clean and fresh.

Her hips moved forward and grazed his thickened cock. The hairs brushed against his sensitive skin and his cock jumped. Her smile grew and she moved again. Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock and began pumping him up and down. Her hands were soft, her grip firm enough to give him pleasure, but not pain.

"Do you have a condom?"

The air rushed from his lungs. "No."

"Do we need one?"

He stared into her eyes. "I'm clean."

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