Impatiently, he tossed the garment away. Her scent steamrolled his senses. His nostrils flared. Hunger roiled in his gut. His restraint snapped. “Spread your legs.”“Zy—”“Spread them.”Slowly, almost shyly, she did. Once, he would have believed her sweet act. Not now. She wanted to jack up his desire and fuck with his head?Two can play that game, baby. And I can play it better…He braced impatient hands on the insides of her knees and shoved them wide, then raked his lips up one thigh before exhaling onto the sticky heat of her cunt.She trembled and gripped the sheet, wriggling like she needed him now. “Zy…”He only half listened to the keening that came out of her lying mouth. Instead, he focused on parting her folds with his thumbs and exposing her to his dirty gaze. “I’m going to melt you, Tessa. Whatever you think you wanted out of tonight? I’m going to take you, make you scratch, beg, and scream for me. I’m going to own you, baby. And I’m going to get exactly what I want from
Love he wanted to give back to her so fucking badly.His chest tightened. His heart clenched.Time to end this show or she would pull him under until he only cared about Tessa, not doing what was right. He was already perilously close to giving up everything he believed in for her.“I am,” she whispered against his lips.He pressed their foreheads together and plunged into her body as he drilled into her soul. One long, strong thrust led to another, then the next. She twisted under him, cried out, begging him with almost inhuman sounds of need. And still he kept fucking her, doing his best to stave off his rising need for release.Because once he pulled free from her body, he’d probably never have her again.Everything inside him fought that notion.He wasn’t braced when she gripped his face in her hands and slanted her lips over his as if she needed to be as close to him as possible.Zy was done for.The pleasure he’d been trying to dam spilled over, bursting free. He gripped her eve
Struggling to her feet, Tessa made her way to the living room, tossed on her bathrobe, and paced the darkened room. But as she ran through the scenario again, trying desperately to study the situation from another angle to find another solution, she ran into the same brick walls.She was trapped.From across the room, her phone rang. Tessa dashed for it, hoping it was Zy. That he wanted to come back. That he wanted to talk. That he’d changed his mind about the mission.When she lifted the device, it was her private caller instead.Tessa sucked in a shaky breath to steady herself. “Yes?”“Time’s up, Mama. Do you have information for us or is it a permanent nighty-night for this precious baby of yours?”She snapped. “How can you threaten an innocent child? What did she ever do to you? What did I ever do?”“Nothing,” he acknowledged with the gravity of someone talking about the weather. “But I can do anything I have to in order to stay alive and one step ahead of the cops.”“You’re putti
Take a number, pal. “I’m sure she got away with it for this long because she thought everyone would overlook her.”“And we did.”“Yep.” Zy knew he was more guilty than most.He’d somehow equated her being a single mother and the fact she’d needed help with her safety as being some sign that she was too sweet to sell them out. He should have flipped his thinking. Because she was raising a child alone, she needed more money than she made. And for her daughter, she would do whatever it took to make it.“I want a timeline.”Was he serious? “Sir, I think our time now would be better spent bringing Tessa in and questioning her—”“I didn’t ask what you thought the better move was. If this was strictly my business, I’d probably agree. But I have two other partners, and I think Logan is going to need more convincing than your word, especially since our problems started when Tessa was on maternity leave. Start at the beginning and show me how she could have been our mole for months on end. And
“Comfort is not my first concern. Your friend and I should not be alone together.” Laila met his gaze straight on, as if she refused to be cowed by him. Or maybe she’d already seen it all in her short life and had nothing left to fear.“He would never touch you without your consent,” Zy assured.“So you say. But perhaps you are right.” She frowned with confusion. “Madison came by. It is clear she would allow him into her bed. It is equally clear that he has not partaken.”“Because Trees isn’t looking for an easy lay. He may be big, but he’s not a bully. Or a rapist.”“It is my experience that all men eventually reach the limits of their restraint. He will come to the end of his.”Zy shook his head. “No. It’s his job and his duty to take care of you. He won’t shirk that, especially to touch you against your will.”“I know you genuinely believe that.”And her sad smile said she wasn’t convinced.Suddenly, she glanced above his shoulder.Zy turned to find Trees standing in the hall. “Be
Zy glanced down the hall. Laila’s light was still on. “Should I encourage her to go to sleep?”“You can try, but she won’t.”With a grim press of his lips, Zy shook his head, made two cups of coffee, and headed back to the table where Trees furiously scribbled notes, peering at the screen, then his list of chicken scratchings growing longer.Zy was on the last swallow of his java—along with his last nerve—when Trees finally looked up. His friend’s grave expression told Zy he wasn’t going to like whatever Trees had to say.Fuck. His heart nose-dived to his belly. His throat tightened. “What?”“There are footprints of communications from what looks like a Gmail account to an external mail host with its servers in Switzerland.”“Why is that important? Why does the server location matter?”“Because the Swiss have some of the strictest tech privacy laws in the world. No one is getting their hands on that information. A lot of people use this kind of service. People who don’t like their ema
Zy frowned. Months ago when he’d stayed here with her and Hallie, when she had been at her most frayed and exhausted, she’d picked up the house meticulously every night. Now it looked as if she hadn’t bothered in a while, as if she no longer gave a shit. Why?It was also unlike her not to be in her bedroom, door closed, at three a.m. But Tessa reclined on the sofa, curled into a ball, head lolling onto the back as she slept under one of Hallie’s baby blankets. What the hell? She must be uncomfortable, not to mention freezing. Why was she here instead of on her cozy, queen-size marshmallow of a mattress? And why, even in the shadows, did her eyes look puffy and red?Was something bothering her? Guilt maybe?He shouldn’t worry about her housecleaning habits any more than he should worry about her feelings now. But even as he told himself that, he lifted the quilt lying on the back of an armchair and spread it open, softly draping it over her body. For a moment, she stiffened. Stifling a
God, could everyone tell his heart was breaking?“The baby is asleep. Don’t expect her to wake for a few hours. Make yourself at home and wait to hear her. Call Trees if you need anything. Otherwise…we’ll stay in touch.”“Yeah, okay. I don’t have a problem with that, but maybe someone else should do this. You’re upset.”Fuck, why couldn’t he have fallen in love with Madison? She didn’t excite him…but she would never have betrayed him. Maybe the trade-off would have been worth it.Then again, he’d always been a rebel. It stood to reason that his heart—like the rest of him—would do exactly what it wanted. And it only wanted Tessa.“This is my job. I need to do it. Will you be okay here?”“Yeah. Of course. If anything happens, my dad is just down the road.” She reached out hesitantly, cupping his arm so gently he almost didn’t feel it. “And whatever happened in the past, I’m your friend, too. If you ever want to talk…”She meant well, but his insides curdled at her pity. “I appreciate th