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Dodge clears his throat, trying to hide his amusement. Smith openly grins, while Walker looks anywhere but at us. My cheeks heat as Bradford pulls me close. "I thought you had a meeting downstairs."

"You wish," Dodge mumbles. "Okay, lover boy, Daniel Dillon is currently a guest of the Vegas PD. He was picked up an hour ago for trying to sneak into Florence's apartment."

"What?" I gasp in surprise. "When I told you about Daniel, it was a long shot. I didn't really think—" I trail off, wondering what the hell is going on. "Did he say why?"

"He didn't need to. The officers watching the place caught him red-handed," Walker says. "Dillon had hidden money and drugs in the bathroom."

I frown. "There's nowhere to hide anything in there.”

“He broke four tiles behind the sink. He said they had been damaged before he met you, so he offered to fix them," Smith says. "He took the opportunity to hide over three hundred thousand dollars and four bricks of heroin."

Bradford whistles. "Holy shit!"

"You got that right," Dodge comments.

"I remember him fixing the tiles. I should have known he had an ulterior motive." I inhale deeply and slowly exhale. “How did all that fit in that small gap?”

“He’d extended out and upward. There was plenty of room,” Smith tells me.

"You should be safe now that he's behind bars," Walker tells me. "He won't be getting out any time soon. I'm sure his associates know we have the loot."

Bradford's grip on me tightens. "The man who threatened me also threatened Florence. I want her to be safe with me." Hegives me a long look before turning back to Dodge. "I'll arrange the plane."

I'm relieved that we know where the threat came from and why, but do I need to go to Boston? I feel the intensity of Bradford's gaze and know the answer.

"I'm going to call my boss." I gently untangle myself from Bradford. "My phone is in the bedroom." I kiss his cheek and head back to the bedroom. My boss isn't going to be happy with me, but hopefully she'll understand. I mean, I work all the time, so she can't complain.

10

BRADFORD

The best partabout flying in my father's jet is the bedroom. It's so luxurious and comfortable that we immediately climb onto the bed once we're in the air. It's nice to lie down when my injured side is bothering me. Being injured has taken a lot out of me, and I hate it. The only good thing about it is that I met Florence.

I'm glad she's with me, even though the circumstances are awful. She's slight, and she fits snuggly against me. It's frustrating not being able to spoon her and feel all her curves against me. Then again, it's probably for the best considering I've had an erection ever since she stretched out beside me. One of her legs is between mine, and her hand rests on my stomach. A little lower, and she'll feel what she does to me.

I try to move into a more comfortable position, but that only shifts Florence's hand. I snap my eyes shut, willing my erection to subside. All she needs to do is spread her fingers, and she'll touch the head.

"That looks painful," she mumbles, only half awake.

I stop breathing when she strokes me from head to base. My excited dick jumps in anticipation of getting some action. Something it hasn't had for a long time.

She squeezes, sending tingles of pleasure to my toes. Not stopping there, she slowly starts jacking me off through my sweats. I open my eyes and find that watching her hand on me ratchets up my lust. "You need to stop," I whimper. "I want you badly."

Much to my disappointment, she briefly removes her hand, but then she slips it inside my sweats. She wastes no time continuing to jerk me off. I can't breathe. I clench my ass, trying to hold off my orgasm. But that only makes my dick turn to stone. I come with a loud hiss, followed by a grunt. My semen squirts out as I catch my breath from the explosive release, she just gave me.

Using her clean hand, she pulls my sweats down below my balls and pats my semi-hard cock. "Don't move."

I couldn't move if my life depended on it. I can't feel my legs. I grin as I watch Florence return from the bathroom with a washcloth. She smirks as she cleans me up, then tosses the washcloth into the bathroom. "That was hot. You have a really big dick."

I burst out laughing and say, "Don't worry. It will fit."

“I’m not worried. I’m looking forward to being impaled on that beast.”

“Shit!” I groan at the image. “Help me pull my sweats up.”

She chuckles as she puts me away and then snuggles down beside me. "Maybe you can sleep now."

"I hate to admit it, but I think I can." I close my eyes and say, "Don't think I've forgotten that I need to make this up to you when I can move."

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