Page 82 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

She swatted his arm. “You know what I mean. Why so detailed? Don’t you have rules about disclosure to non-team members?”

Havel nodded. “Sure, but you don’t count.”

She frowned at him. “What does that mean?”

“Does it matter?”

She wanted a better explanation. She had lived an alternate life as the Phantom, and as much as her short-lived alter ego had been a mistake, she’d still been effective in shaking up the Koba organization. Didn’t that merit at least some wariness when it came to trade secrets? Apparently not.

Havel dragged her against his body, dropping his face to her neck and nuzzling her, stealing her breath and any other questions she might have had asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Havel growled against her flesh and she nodded helplessly, tilting her head back to give him better access to the sensitive spot. He didn’t disappoint, dipping his tongue into the hollow before nibbling a path to her ear.

“What were you showing me?” she whispered.

“My cock?” he answered but it sounded like a question and she giggled.

“Is that really what you wanted to show me?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, grinding his thickness against her. “But first, this.”

He pulled away from her and she almost demanded he come back as cool air rushed over her. He knelt behind his desk and she joined him, peering into the shadows. He was opening a safe.

“The code is 112313.”

She sucked in a breath. If the numbers were a specific date, then if she was correct, it was the day she told him she loved him eight years ago, only a few short weeks before her world imploded in her father’s office.

“Why are you showing me this?”

He pulled stacks of cash in various currencies and denominations out, setting them aside before handing her a thick manilla envelope. She spilled the contents onto the carpet, picking up what looked like a passport. She flipped it open and saw an image of Kris looking back at her. What the heck?

It was a Japanese passport.

Shuffling through the rest she found another for herself. Same image, different name. There were more. One each for her and Kris for Spain, Canada, the United States, Russia, and Poland. She and Kris could live anywhere they wanted.

“Where… where are yours?” She was unable to mask the vulnerability she knew he would see in her eyes. Was he letting her go? A stab of pain had her rubbing her hand over her chest.

“If anything happens to me, you are to empty this safe. Take everything. Cash, passports, birth certificates. It’s all official and it will allow you to hide anywhere you want. Be careful with the cash. Use only what you need until you can open a bank account and start converting the rest to local currency.”

“I’m not a complete newb, Havel. I know how to disappear,” she reminded him, glancing through the fake aliases he’d given her. “Katherine Jones. Jane Smith. Elena Ivanov. Seriously? Who came up with these names?”

Havel knocked the passports out of her hand and gripped her arms, hauling her up to her knees until they were face-to-face. “I’m serious, lásko. If anything happens to me and Jozef can’t take care of you, you empty this safe and go.”

She slid her arms around his neck, savoring the warmth of his body against her. “I understand and I promise. Thank you for thinking of our future safety.”

She pulled his head down, pressing her lips to his, parting them, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip. He gripped her waist, dragging her against him, grunting as he took over the kiss.

“We should take this upstairs,” she whispered against him as he kissed a path from her lips to her jaw, down her throat to her collarbone to rest over her nipple, biting into it through the fabric of her shirt.

“No time,” he grunted, picking her up off the floor and lifting her onto the desk before shoving her back. He slanted his lips over hers and reached between them, shoving his hand into her leggings.

She moaned, widening her legs as he sank his fingers into her pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned, removing his fingers to grip her leggings and panties, dragging them down her legs. He helped her to stand on wobbly legs, stepping on the crotch of her leggings and lifting her, pulling her free.

He hefted her against him, dragging her high in his arms and holding her in place against his body with an arm banded around her. He fitted her onto his cock, pulling her down onto his steely length, her inner walls clinging to him.

She wrapped her legs around him, riding him as he carried her to door, pushing her against it, giving him leverage to thrust harder into her. She reached up to grab hold of something, her hand swiping at the blinds, which rocked crazily against the window. She gripped Havel tighter as he pumped furiously inside her, racing toward his finish.

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