Page 52 of Out of the Shadows

“This was the only shot. Tiny’s doing his thing on it and wanted me to tell you he’s running it through a number of facial-rec programs, yours included.”

Bean glanced up with hopeful eyes. “Any luck?”

Xander shook his head. “He thinks it’ll take a while since the image is shit.”

Raking her fingers through her hair, Bean groaned.

Gavin froze and inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind. Like Bean making that noise under different circumstances. His fingers running through her hair while she was under him and?—

Motherfucking shit! Focus, Frazier! Fucking focus!

He cleared his throat. “Unfortunately, it’s still a waiting game. This is good info, Xan.”

“But we don’t know exactly what the info is,” Bean grumbled.

“True.” Gavin nodded and couldn’t help but smile at herscrunched-up nose. She was so damn cute. “But it’s still more than we had earlier.”

“Maybe I can take this new partial photo and the partial from the car chase and create a different program that will?—”

Gavin reached over and covered her hands with his. “Let’s let the current programs do their thing first, B.”

As much as he wanted to find answers, it was late. The last thing he wanted was Bean to get wrapped up in work. He had other plans for her. For them. Plans that had nothing to do with surveillance footage, Xander, or identifying shooters.

Knowing Xander wasn’t an idiot, and that their friend had seen them making out earlier, Gavin slung his arm around Bean’s slim waist and pulled until she was snug against his side. “We’ll look at this more tomorrow, Xan. By then, maybe Tiny will have generated some matches. Thanks for coming by, but you can leave now. Have a good night.” He gave his friend a pointed look. “And get the door on your way out.”

Xander chuckled as he grabbed the tablet and stood. “Got ya loud and clear, Frazier. Loud and fucking clear. See you guys.”

He waited until Xander left and then locked his office door. Settling back onto the couch, he turned his attention to Bean, who stared at him in disbelief.

“Gavin. Frazier. That was extremely rude. Xander was bringing us informa?—”

His mouth claimed hers and satisfaction surged through him when he swallowed her moan. When they came up for air, they were both breathing hard. “You were saying?”

The dazed look in her eyes had him wanting to pump his fist in the air. “I have no clue.”

He dropped a kiss on her lips. “No more work tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Her lips lifted into a mischievous grin.

“Yeah. I have plans for you.” Grabbing her by the hips, he hauled her toward him so she straddled his lap.

“Wait! Xander will know?—”

“Don’t care,” he murmured, nibbling on that perfect spot where her neck and shoulder met. He ran his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, grabbed her ass, and squeezed, grinding her against his rock-hard cock.

Her eyes drifted to half-mast, and she gripped his shoulders for balance. Her mouth opened on a gasp. Yeah, this may not be the most appropriate time or place, but he had to have her. At least a little taste.

Rocking her harder, his fingers traced the edge of her panties.

“Touch me, Gavin,” she moaned, her hips picking up their rhythm.

He grazed the damp material with the pads of his fingers, and she groaned. With one hand, he pulled the material to the side so his fingers could explore her slick folds. His cock twitched violently. She was so fucking wet.

“Gavin, please.” Her breaths came in pants as she writhed atop him.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

She glared at him, and he chuckled, his fingers still playing between her legs.