Page 35 of No Lies No Promises

“Not his style.” Thoughtful, she places the frypan in the sink, then wipes her hands on a dishtowel. “When he wants someone dead, they die… No, this is far too complex. My bet is Pearson.”

I just spent a night in jail. No more guessing. “We need evidence.”

“Agreed.” When my friend slaps the table, the cat zooms down the hall.

“Get some sleep. I’m heading back to the office.” After he gets to his feet, I thank him for bailing me out and click the latch shut behind him.

In the blessed silence, Lillian stands at the sink, her eyes all over me.

“Missed you,” she whispers.

“Missed you more.” Closing the distance, I tug her against my body in a heated kiss, then cradle her face in my hands. “Babe. I was out of line last night. Don’t be thinking I was leaving or anything. I needed a few minutes to clear my head. One drink, and I was coming home. I swear.”

“I pushed too hard. I’m sorry.” Her fingers slide through my hair.

The tightness in my chest eases until her nose wrinkles. Is she still angry? I almost hate to ask. “What’s wrong?”

Grinning, she tugs off my sweatshirt. “Shower. Now.”

“Oorah!”

In the bathroom, under her watchful eye, I check that the stitches held before covering them with a waterproof bandage.

After, our clothes scatter across the floor. Under the warm spray, she works a bar of soap into a rich lather, then caresses my face, neck, and collarbone. Standing on tiptoe, she reaches my shoulders before moving down my arms, across my back.

I grab the overhead pipe, giving her access to every inch of me. My cock jumps as her fingers slide below my navel. Letting go, I lean in for a kiss.

“Nuh-uh.” She twists her index finger. “Turn around. Back to me.”

Chuckling, I let her be the boss, but once I’ve rinsed off, I turn, inch her back to the tiles and position my tip at her core.

Her slick, wet heat sets me off.

Not trying for finesse, I drive into her. Moments later, our pace quickens. Again and again, I hit her sweet spot.

“Come with me, honey.” My balls clench, the goal line closer.

“Sean!” Screaming, she bucks when my angle changes.

As my throbbing helmet hits deep inside her, I reach between us to rub her swollen nub.

“Yes! Oh God.” One orgasmic quiver is all it takes to set me off.

“Fuuuuck. Yesss!” Releasing inside her, everything else disappears.

As we breathe, waiting for our heartrates to return to normal, she slips her feet into the tub. “Three seconds before we lose our hot water, Mr. Balls.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Snickering, I place her on the bathmat, towel us dry, then move her onto the mattress.

For the rest of the day, through the night, we sleep, make love, and eat.

When morning finally arrives, we open our laptops, determined to end the assault on our lives. We’re certain that Parkhaven Investments is laundering money, but we lack proof.

Stretching long, Lillian hands me a fresh cup of coffee. “What if Jeff torched the penthouse so he can inflate repair costs?”

“Could be.” Picturing her naked on the table, I lean back in the kitchen chair. “On the surface, it’d appear legit.”

“Exactly. He’ll jack up the cost of labor and materials… everything from the gold faucets to the marble flooring becomes another opportunity to hide millions.” My brilliant, gorgeous accountant kisses my cheek.