Page 12 of Pucker Factor

Didn’t Lori say she was from Chicago? She looked like she could be from the Windy City. Hell, she fit right in with that blue hair waving around. It was a tad outside what I normally went for, but I couldn’t deny that she was amazing in bed.

“Hey!” Cash snapped in my face. “We’re trying to have a meeting here.”

“Sorry, I’m listening.”

I shoved the images of her naked body writhing below mine to the back of my mind, and focused on the job at hand. By the time we were at the airport, we were fully briefed on what we needed to do. Thankfully, it wouldn’t take that long to fly to Chicago.

As soon as we were all on board, we geared up and prepared for the mission, going over the schematics of the building and where we’d all be positioned. Thankfully, after the last job, there were twelve of us.

“I’ll cover from across the street here,” he pointed to the screen, “on this rooftop. I need a spotter.”

“Gotcha covered, boss,” Brock nodded.

“Good, then Lock, Edu, and Scottie can cover the east stairwell. Eli, you’ll head up the west side. I don’t know what we’re going to find when we get there.”

“What’s our extraction point?” I asked.

“Here,” he pointed at the blueprints. “Safest way out with Lock waiting in the alley. You’ll take him to the safe house while the rest of us ensure you’re not followed. Eli, you’ll break off first and head to the safe house.”

“Gotcha.”

“Once we’re sure nobody has followed you, we’ll reconvene at the safe house and go from there. If you don’t hear from us within one hour of last contact, you move to the secondary safe house.”

“Roger that,” Lock nodded.

“Alright, let’s prepare for landing,” Cash ordered. “Let’s get in and out with no one injured this time around.”

He looked pointedly at me, which I took offense to. “Hey, it’s a scrape. It’s not like I’m actually injured.”

“You’re up in the rotation.”

“Meaning what?”

“Your time has come,” IRIS grinned. “Do me a favor, if you’re gonna get banged up, make it interesting. Jane’s been bugging me for new ideas for a book.”

“Sure, I’ll do my best to help out.”

“Ooh, and Zoe has that manuscript coming up,” he winced. “Don’t forget.”

“My days of being in front of the camera are over,” Lock insisted. “I had enough to last a lifetime.”

“Don’t worry,” Red grinned. “I don’t think she has any parts available for a lovesick model.”

“I wasn’t lovesick.”

“You went shopping on HSN,” I retorted. “Your house is filled with useless crap. Tate moved out because he couldn’t walk anywhere without tripping over boxes.”

“And rightfully so,” Lock answered. “It’s my fucking house. I’ll have whatever boxes I want lying around. Besides, that contract wasn’t binding. Who pays someone in Funyuns?”

“Fox,” we all answered.

“Well, everyone can relax,” Cash cut in. “I talked with the contractors, and they said they should be done this year. That means everyone can finally have the space they need.”

“Hey, what about the mansion?” Kavanaugh asked. “Who gets that?”

We all looked at Cash curiously.

“Hey, it’s my company. I should get it.”

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