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Drew’s grin grows wider as she laughs. “You told me to take it easy, and I am. Otherwise, I’d have been overshooting for the last hour instead of kicking your ass. So really, it’s your fault.”
I stalk around the shuffleboard lane, and as soon as she realizes my intent, her teeth click together and she backs up two steps.
“Hey, whoa. Whatever you’re planning right now ... slow your roll, big man. Don’t want to be a sore loser.”
When I fake like I’m going to charge at her, she bolts for the door, exactly as I expected. I cut her off and grab her around the waist, lifting her into the air before she can get away.
“I declare myself the winner, andyouare my prize,” I say as she squirms in my grip.
“Not fair!” she shrieks, trying to wiggle free.
I walk out of my office, toward the broken-in sectional in the living room as I easily fend off her attempts. Readjusting her in my hold, I lower her to the cushions and drop my full body weight on top of her. Pinned beneath me, Drew tries to escape, and her dark hair is a wild mess.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not until I let you.”
She stills at my words and stares into my eyes.
The blue-green color I’ve only ever seen in the waters of the Caribbean still takes my breath away. Her eyes are like a gut punch to the soul. They heat like she’s now thinking of things that have nothing to do with getting away from me.
Her top teeth dig into her bottom lip. “What are you claiming for your ill-gotten gains?”
I lean down and steal a kiss. “You.”
“What part of me?” she asks, sounding almost breathless.
“All of you.”
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Drew
Oh Christ.That’s not fair. He can’t say things like that to me. Because now my insides are melting, I have no panties to block the flood of wetness between my thighs, and I want to crawl out from under him and ride him until neither of us remembers our names.Real or fake.
And the way he looks at me ... no one has ever looked at me like that.
Like he can’t see what I’m hiding, but he knows there’s something and just doesn’t care—because he wants me, secrets and all. Okay, so maybe I’m projecting that piece because I desperately want it to be true. Even though I know that this can end nowhere good.Right?
Unless . . . Cannon Freeman spent most of his adult life on the right side of the law, working for Creighton Karas. It’s only been since Karas fired him that he’s been running the Upper Ten, which is technically also on the right side of the law, regardless of the mob meetings that take place there. But those could happen anywhere, right? That wouldn’t make him a criminal purely by association, would it? At most, maybe an accomplice of some kind?
My brain is working overtime here, trying to come up with all the reasons why I can still complete my investigation and take down the Casso family ... but keep Cannon out of the cross fire. So I can keephim.
I’m crazy. Absolutely insane. This is the worst plan in the history of plans, and my father would tell me that you can’t ride two horses with one ass.
But this man is special. It isn’t his fault he was born the bastard son of a mob boss. He can still be a good man. Right?
There’s no one else in my head to agree or argue with my rationale, so I arbitrarily decide my instincts are on point and give myself permission to do exactly what I want to do right now. I maneuver until we’ve changed positions, with Cannon on the bottom and me kneeling between his knees on the cushion.
My fingers slide into the waistband of his suit pants and his hard, flat stomach sucks in, as though he’s shocked I’m touching him there.
“Drew ...”
When he says my fake name, I block it out. I don’t want him to call me that. I want him to call me by my real name.
Someday, I promise myself silently.
“Shush. If you’re going to be a caveman and declare yourself the winner despite the fact that I won, you should accept the spoils I offer.” I look up at him from under my eyelashes. “My mouth.”
Cannon’s lips form the wordfucksilently as I free the button and tug at the zipper. We both say it out loud when his thick, hard cock springs forward into my hand.
