Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Damn, you’re something else.”
I looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. I lowered my feet to the ground, hoping my legs would hold me up. I could feel G giving me a slow once-over. “I need to see you naked. Your body is perfection.”
“Thank you. I’ve worked hard for it.”
We stared at each other for a moment, and then I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh. He stared at me like I’d lost my mind, and then he started to laugh too. We both ended up seated on the floor, pants still open, looking like we’d both been thoroughly used.
“This can’t be real,” he said.
“No. No way did this just happen.” As my near hysterical laughter faded, panic started to settle in. I was fucking everything up. G was a government agent. “Oh my God, it’s G for G-man.”
He smiled. My mind was racing. I needed him gone. I need space to think. Was I willing to keep this going, or was I going to end things now? I had no idea what was right. “You should go, but if you’re serious about working with me, come to my office at noon tomorrow. I’ll decide then if I should kill you or work with you.”
13
ZACH
Was Rafe fucking serious?
He wanted me to walk out of there with no agreement, no further discussion about working together. For all I knew, if I turned up at his office tomorrow morning, he’d have his guards take me out. I definitely wouldn’t count on him welcoming me with open arms after having the rest of the night to think about all the reasons he shouldn’t work with me.
“No fucking way. I’m not leaving until we have a deal.”
“What kind of deal do you think you’ll get from me? Are you going to write up a contract for me to sign? Do you think I give those kinds of guarantees?”
“No. I want your word. I want to know where I stand. We’re both taking risks here. Neither of us can afford to fuck this up.”
His expression softened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to agree to talk. Then he shook his head. “Be there tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”
Was this some kind of test? Was he trying to see if I’d come back for more? “I think your cock would miss me.”
“I think you’re arrogant as fuck.”
“They say the same about you.”
“Takes one to know one and all that. Now, get out.”
I stuffed my cock back in my pants and zipped them up. Without looking at Rafe, I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. I was furious, but yelling at him wasn’t going to help.
As I stepped onto the porch, I remembered that I’d gotten there by driving a stolen car that I’d parked illegally.
Fuck. The last thing I wanted to do was turn around and slink back inside. I could just take the car if it hadn’t been towed. I’d drop it off at the casino in the morning. What was he going to do about it? If he told his family I’d stolen it, he’d have to tell them about me. I doubted that wasn’t something he wanted to do any more than I wanted to tell Maria I’d asked him to work with me.
I owed Maria a check-in, but she could wait until the morning. If I put it off much longer than that, she’d start harassing me. I hated lying to her because she was damn good at seeing right through me, but no matter how hard she pushed this time, I wasn’t going to give her the whole story. Some of what had happened between me and Rafe was none of her business anyway, no matter how much she’d become a friend over the years.
I wasn’t even sure she’d believe it all. I wasn’t sure I did. Had I really had the best orgasm of my life with a man, a fucking mobster? What the hell was going on with me?
Had this job finally pushed me over the edge? Or had I really liked men all along?
All I knew was that I would’ve spent all night fucking Rafe over and over if he’d let me. I was already half-hard again thinking about it. He might be several years younger than me, but tonight, I’d been so turned on. I was sure I could keep up with him.
I jumped when the door opened behind me. I’d forgotten to pay attention to my surroundings, which could be deadly in my position. Rafe was really messing with my head.
“I’m going back to the casino,” Rafe announced. “I assume your car is there.”
“It is.”
“I’ll give you a ride since you shouldn’t be driving around in a stolen vehicle, but no talking.” He gestured toward a black sports car parked in front of his house.