Money Laudering?

I lay flat on my back, panting like I’d sprinted uphill.

But my ears were sharp, my attention hooked, as Colt laid out the plan.

His advice was solid, surprisingly so for a man who didn't look like he read or knew anything about business.

His ideas were the standard tricks to buying your competitors out of their own business.

Create a neutral trust to start buying into their shares.

Or set up a company with anonymous investors and begin purchasing shares at an easy pace to avoid drawing attention.

“Is this a setup for money laundering, Colt?” I teased, turning on my side to face him.

He flashed me that smile that had begun to stir things in my belly lately.

Things that frightened me.

“We’re in this together, Sonsy,” a lone finger journeyed to caress a strand of my hair back. “If this is money laundering, we'll wear matching orange coveralls.”

I pulled an inch away so I could think clearly.

There was something about Colt that made me want to fuck him every minute of every day.

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