Page 44 of Deadly Target
Under her assault, though, the voice of reason in his brain went mute. Her tongue tangled with his, her hand cupping him through his pants and squeezing.
Yep, he was gone. Just like that. It was insane—he hadn’t had this much sex in ages.
Whatever she wanted, he would give her. He was so screwed.
I love her.
The thought hit him hard in the gut, but he didn’t have time to analyze it. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, the soft light overhead making her skin glow. As he massaged the full mounds, his shirt lost a button from her ripping it open. Her lips found his skin, kissing and sucking on his pecs, his neck.
He divested her of her shirt and bra, loving the way her breasts bounced free. He laid her back on the table, trapping one luscious nipple in his mouth.
And then his damn phone started vibrating again.
For a minute, they both ignored it. When it didn’t stop, she pushed him gently away. “Your ex is as persistent as my CI. You better answer.”
Hating himself, he knew she was probably right. While Tracee was not his responsibility, this new stalker of hers might be. “She’s sure someone is following her, and unfortunately, after that picture went viral, I’m afraid it could be tied to this case.”
Olivia sat up and handed him his phone. “Then you definitely better take it. She could be in trouble.”
Doubtful with his friend watching her place, but maybe if he answered, he could put a stop to her calling.
As he answered, Olivia slid off the table, throwing her shirt on and grabbing her own phone. She left the kitchen, Taz following her.
“Yeah, Tracee, I’m sorry I didn’t get there tonight,” he said into his phone, “but something happened. I’ve already made sure you have plenty of police protection. My friend, Detective Gordon, is looking into the situation and keeping me updated. I’ll keep you apprised of anything he discovers, but so far, we all believe you’re safe.”
She sobbed into the phone. “You don’t understand, Vic. I need you!”
Drama. There had never been a lack of it with her.
Victor rubbed his tired eyes. “Tracee, if this is a ploy to get me back, I’m not going there with you. You’ve had stalkers before, and if you can’t give me more specifics than youthinksomeone is watching you, there is nothing I can do. I’ll do my best to come by in the next couple of days, but I’m in the middle of a very serious investigation, and you have plenty of people to help you with this.”
The crying lasted several long moments, meant to wear him down. He’d been through this before and knew the way she used emotions to manipulate others. It was one of the things that made her such a good actress.
The sobbing tapered off, and then she whispered, “Goodbye, Victor.”
The connection went dead. He blew out a deep breath, slightly uneasy about the finality in her voice. He would have plenty of eyes on her, and if it appeared her stalker was real and had anything to do with the mafia or cartel, he would make sure she was put in protective custody until he wrapped everything up. At the moment, from everything he’d seen and heard, there was no substance to her fear, and nothing he could divert more resources to. Luckily, Gordon was a good friend and willing to keep an eye on Tracee because of it.
Victor went looking for Liv and Taz and found them upstairs in his bedroom. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, talking to whomever she’d dialed, and the dog lay at her feet. “Thank you, Alfonzo. I will pass that information on… Yes, I told you, I’m fine, but I appreciate your concern.” She glanced at Victor and rolled her eyes. “Sure, I’ll see you for dinner next week.”
She disconnected and tossed it on the nightstand. “Alfie knew about the hit on Valiant today. He called me six times this afternoon, trying to let me know. He had no idea I was one of the deputy marshals escorting Valiant to and from the courthouse, but claims he wanted to prove he’s helping me. Oh, and he has it on good authority that it was indeed Frankie who set up the hit.”
It was after eleven. He didn’t want to wait until the sun came up to go after Molina, but Olivia was beat and he wasn’t leaving her. “First thing in the morning, I need to pay Frankie a visit.”
She shrugged off her shirt and started undoing her pants. “One more thing, Alfie confirmed Frankie arranged the hit on Cooper.”
Victor felt a sudden shift, a little buzz inside him that meant the case had turned the corner and a successful end was in sight. “He has proof?”
“So he claims, but he wouldn’t tell me what or how he got it.”
“I need that before I go see Molina.”
“I’ll get it, but you’re not going to talk to Molina alone. I’m going with you.”
They’d see about that, but for now, if it made her happy, he’d let her think she was his partner.
He helped her out of the rest of her clothes and into his bed. She watched him undress with hungry eyes, raising her hands above her head and showing him her breasts above the sheet.
He crawled in beside her, skimming his hands up her arms and catching his fingers in her hair to bring her face closer to his. “Now, where were we?”
Their bodies came together with the same fiery passion, both shutting out their exhaustion in an effort to forget what happened only hours earlier and to prove to themselves, as well as each other, they were still alive.
