Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Come for me,” I tell her. “I want to feel you coming on my cock, Avery.”
She nods, and within seconds, she goes off.
Her back arches, and she locks down around me in clenching, milking waves, letting out a moan that twists into a scream. Her orgasm grips my cock with rhythmic pulses, squeezing tightly and flooding me with sensations I can’t withstand.
I bury myself to the root and join her.
My climax tears through me, starting at the base of my spine and causing my whole body to go rigid. Every muscle clenches. I spill inside her with thick, pulsing ropes, emptying my balls with everything I have to give.
My hips drive forward as I spasm with hard, involuntary thrusts that pin her to the mattress. My eyes clench shut as I say her name over and over like a prayer.
“Avery, Avery, Avery...”
“Chris,” she moans back as we twist together in mutual ecstasy.
Mine…mine…mine…
Finally, my orgasm starts to fade, and I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking and soaked with sweat. Her arms are locked around my neck, and her breathing is ragged.
But her heart pounds against my chest—or maybe that’s mine. There’s no telling where I end and she begins.
I am broken. Beautifully broken.
And it’s all because of her.
She passes out against my chest the way someone does when they feel safe. One moment she tracing the lines of my collarbone with a finger, and the next she’s tucked up against me, breathing deeply and calmly.
Right where she belongs.
I don’t sleep. I can’t.
On Monday, I’m supposed to take the bank with Danny and Marco for three million bucks. I’ll need to be cool, sharp, and detached. Everything I am not right now.
I’ve never done a job with a weakness. A pressure point.
But now I have one: the gorgeous woman sleeping beside me, her hair spread across my skin and her hand resting on my heart.
She didn’t know what she was getting herself into with me. And now, if I do the job, I’ll be putting her in harm’s way.
But if I don’t, I’ll be letting down the boys. My crew. Guys who have trusted me for years.
I ignored my mantra, and now I’m in deep.
5
CHRIS
My phone wakes me at four in the morning.
Not my regular phone. My burner. The one I keep in the kitchen in a drawer with a false bottom. Only two people have the number.
Avery stirs against me as I slide my arm out from under her. She makes a tiny sound of protest and rolls into the warm spot I’ve left on the bed. Her hand finds my pillow, and she pulls it against her body as a substitute for me.
Adorable. Everything she does is adorable.
Three days. It’s been three days since I brought her home, and she hasn’t left. She still takes her shifts at the bookstore but comes back every evening and enters my home like its hers too, canvas bag over her shoulder, hair smelling like whatever shampoo she uses that makes me want to bury my face in her neck and never leave. I bought her a toothbrush, a mug, and a selection of teas.
My house now has signs of life in it. I’m not used to that. But I’m starting to like it.
My burner buzzes again. I cross the dark house and ease the drawer open. It’s Danny’s number.
“You gotta come get me,” he says. His voice is wired with adrenaline and regret. I hear ambient noise behind him. Distant voices, a metallic echo.
Shit. A holding cell. He’s been arrested.
“Where?”
“Central booking. Downtown.” A pause. “I…got into a thing.”
No time for questions. He’s part of the crew. I gotta get him out. “They run your prints?”
“No. Bail hearing’s at eight.”
“Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t sign shit. I’ll be there in ten.”
Hanging up, I slide into my pants, slip on a shirt, and am in the car and heading downtown.
This is bad. Danny’s name in the system means a flag. Maybe not today, maybe not even this week. But it’ll happen. And if someone connects Danny to me, or to Marco, and any of us to the warehouse…
The chain is there, and it will lead the heat back to the bank. It’s unlikely, but it’s possible. And possible is a word I don’t like when planning a job.
I call Marco. He picks up on the first ring. “I already heard,” he says, his voice flat.
“How bad’s our exposure?”
Marco is a man who doesn’t waste words, so when he remains quiet, I know he’s thinking carefully. “I went by the warehouse an hour ago. Saw a sedan parked on the block that wasn’t there yesterday. Could be nothing. Could be…”
Shit. My stomach drops. “Make and model?”
“Dark blue Charger. Government plates.”
Fuck.
“Could be unrelated. But I doubt it.”
“I doubt it too.” My hand tightens on the wheel. “Stay away for now. I’ll get Danny out, and we’ll reassess. But, Marco…”