Page 18 of Secrets and Lies

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Every warm, tight inch of you…” Hawk trailed off as his breath shortened.

She moved her hands from his shoulders to cup his neck, his pulse pounding under her fingertips. Every bit of her concentration focused on the pulse of his cock as he hammered into her, retreated, then pounded back into her. Her body tightened, and sensation crested over her as she released. Hawk bit her neck as she came and then grunted her name into her ear as he joined her jumping off the sexual cliff.

“God, I love you so much,” he groaned as he continued to empty into her.

“I love you, Hawk,” she whispered once she caught her breath. She straightened in his arms and pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth, sucking, nipping, sipping his lips while he panted beneath her.

When she pulled away and started to rise off his lap, he held her in place. Catching her gaze, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling, his expression replete. “Best lunch ever,” he laughed.

“We need to do this more. Maybe we should consider adding a lunchtime rendezvous to our calendars each week.”

“Only one?” he smirked.

“As often as you want, baby.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek just as the phone rang again. “And that is our clue to get back to work.”

As Remy did up the buttons on her blouse, she smiled at her husband. Best ten minutes she’d spent in weeks, even if they were both now very late. She gave him a quick kiss and started out of the office, but then whirled around. “I completely forgot why I originally came here. You distracted me!”

“I promise to do that more in the future. I like this distraction thing. Made my day much better.” Hawk grinned as he tucked in his shirt.

“Gage is in trouble.”

Hawk’s head shot up and he stared at Remy, all vestiges of his smile gone. “What do you mean in trouble?”

Remy went on to explain the situation. “Lacy didn’t say it, but I know she’s really worried. As in, afraid he might go to jail.”

“Shit. Of course it has to be Davis. Of all the rat bastards on this earth, he is the worst. He must have ninety million lives. I know Ryker and Archer still want the man dead. All of us do, but the President extended Davis’s stay of execution as it were. Fuck!” He offered Remy a tight smile. “Okay, leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do.”

She gave him another quick kiss and headed out the door. As much as she adored her husband, she was happy to leave him dealing with Davis. She didn’t trust herself not to seriously hurt the man. If anyone deserved to be hurt, it was Austin Davis. No question. Hopefully, Hawk could keep it together long enough to get the information without killing the man.

On second thought, maybe she hoped he couldn’t.

CHAPTER SEVEN

HAWK

Thane Hawkins double-checked his fly as he strode down the hallway, making sure his clothing was back in place. It would be bad if he had misbuttoned his shirt or left his fly down or had a sticky note stuck to his ass from his lunchtime interlude with his wife. Archer would never let him hear the end of it. Neither would any of the other members of the Society’s security team, and he did not need that kind of endless ribbing in his life.

He turned left, entering Archer Gray’s outer office. He dropped the paperwork onto the desk of the assistant to the head of the Society and pointed to Archer’s closed door, as if to askis he in?She nodded, and then Hawk strode past her desk and into his boss’s office.

“We have a problem,” he said without preamble, taking a seat across the desk from the man himself.

Archer cocked an eyebrow. “Please take a seat,” he murmured. “Make yourself at home.”

Hawk sent him a look. Most of the members of the Lock and Key Society were terrified of Archer Gray, but after working for Jameson Drake for a lot of years, and before that being a Navy SEAL, Hawk found that very few things scared him in life.

Austin Davis might just rank up there on the list of things that did cause worry to prickle the little hairs on his neck.

“Okay. Go…” Archer invited, then leaned back in his chair, his green eyes fastening on Hawk’s face.

“Gage Callahan is being set up for breaking into the Met Museum.” He was a bit surprised that Archer didn’t bolt upright in his seat. But then again, this was Archer, a man with cast-iron balls.

“Interesting. I assume Alex Buchanan was really the culprit then?”

Hawk nodded. “That’s my assumption as well. But the real issue is that Austin Davis is apparently the person who leaned on the D.A.’s office and got them to execute a search warrant on Gage’s apartment. Gage was taken to the precinct in cuffs.” Poor bastard’s door had been busted open at Oh-Dark-Thirty this morning, a fate Hawk never wanted to face. “Logan got him out, but Davis was definitely the man pulling the strings.”

Archer’s gaze turned cold. Hawk recognized the look, and he knew it was the same look he got when he’d been on a kill mission.

Archer’s nostrils flared. “That man is the bane of my existence. I should have let Ryker kill him last year, to hell with the President.”

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