Page 119 of Duty and Desire
God, he needed to fuck her.
“Just focus,” he ordered.
“Right.”
“And not on me,” he added.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled loudly.
She was totally gonna focus on him, just be quiet about it.
He kept his gaze to the floor.
Her voice broke the silence.
“You can’t tear him apart when you get to him, Mo. I’m not visiting my man in the pokey and I hear conjugal visits are hard to arrange.”
His neck still bent, he turned his head her way.
“Lottie, shut up.”
“You got it,” she whispered.
He looked back to the floor.
Lottie went back to being Lottie.
She took off her makeup. Brushed out her hair.
Saw to business.
Including the business of giving him room to do what he had to do.
Soon.
Fuck.
Soon.
Thank Christ.
Now all he had to do was stop himself from committing murder between now and getting her on her back in her bed.
With what he’d been through since meeting Charlotte McAlister…
Piece of cake.
He’d been wrong.
It was not a piece of cake.
What he had not been wrong about was that this was their guy.
Threat neutralized, Lottie was home, asleep, had no idea he was not there, and Axl was sitting in her living room just in case she woke up and found out he was not there, Axl could tell her what was going down and she’d continue to feel safe, not all of a sudden without a bodyguard.
Mo was in the guy’s house with Hawk and Smithie.
The man had been identified by Smithie and his bouncers as an irregular regular. He didn’t come often, but they’d all seen him, more than a few times. Too innocuous to be red flagged, they’d never have called it.
