Chapter Eighteen
Fuck, he had no idea how much longer he could hold back before his need to be inside of her took control. He was trying to take his time, so he stayed on the sofa, fully dressed as he played with her, driving her desire to a higher level.
“Please, Daddy,” she cried.
“Okay, baby.” He stood and took one step toward the bedroom when he heard the ding of the elevator, telling him someone was on their way up. “Fuck, baby. Someone’s coming. We’ll have to postpone this for a bit.”
She clutched him when he went to set her down. “Wait. No. Please.”
He kissed her lips before he stood. “I know. I’m hurting, too. Hopefully, I can get rid of them quickly.”
The doors slid open, and both dread and excitement hit him.
“Jace, fuck, man,” Sean said as he walked his way. He pulled him into his arms, and they pounded on each other’s backs and laughed. “Hell, how did you get away from the bureau so quickly?”
“The captain had enough of me, so he granted me an early retirement.”
Sean threw back his head and laughed. “You guys always butted heads. Hell, you butted heads with everyone.”
“If everyone weren’t an asshole, we’d all get along.”
Sean snorted. “Yeah, everyone else is the asshole,” he said sarcastically. He saw him look over to the sofa.
“Fuck off. So, who’s the pretty little woman trying to hide behind the cushion?” Jace asked.
Sean turned to see that just the top part of her head was visible and laughed. He held out a hand. “This is my girl, Ava.”
She stood and walked to him, took his hand, and tried to hide behind him.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her alongside him. “Baby, I want you to meet a good friend of mine from the FBI. Jace, meet Ava.”
Jace placed his hand on her head. “You’re very pretty. I can tell you’re embarrassed. Was Sean playing with you, and I interrupted?”
Sean snorted when she nodded.
“And is your body achy and needy right now?”
She hesitated and then nodded again.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
Sean grinned. “No, you’re not.”
Jace flipped him off.
“Let’s sit down. I want to hear where Mack is and what your plans are.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait a bit so you can take care of her?”
“It’s going to take me a long time, so no.”
Jace sat in one of the chairs, and Sean took the other before he pulled her down into his lap.
Jace straightened his legs, interlocked his fingers, and rested them on his stomach.
“Mack’s on his way now. He was finishing up some loose ends. I talked to that Darian Marsh you hooked us up with. He had some great ideas. One of them was that he said they needed a high-class bar in the city. Somewhere businessmen can stop after work, relax, and have a drink and a conversation.”
“Hell, that’s a great idea. He’s right. Make it classy with leather chairs and soft classical music. You could even have a separate room for men who wanted to smoke cigars.”