“Let me fuck you with my tongue one more time, Angel. Leave me something to taste on my lips while I miss you all day.”
I drop to my knees and gaze up at her as my hands work her skirt up toward her hips.
Cheeks flushed, she braces her hands on the counter as I hook my thumbs underneath either side of her panties and slide them down her legs.
“I can keep a pair in every suit,” I say as I hold them to my nose and inhale, fixing my eyes on her confused face. “Suze’s house. When we were almost caught,” I explain.
“Oh? Oh…” Her eyes widen. “I forgot you had those.”
I shake my head with a chuckle as I pocket today’s pink lacy pair. “Idefinitelydid notforget. They helped me relax that night when I finally got home.”
How can that be only two nights ago? So much has happened.
“Thief.” Harley giggles, her hands dropping to play with my hair.
I lean into her fingers, relishing their caress. “I seem to remember you thrusting them into my hands, actually. Kind of like I’m about to do with my tongue in your—”
A loud, incessant hammering comes from the front door.
“We know you’re in there,” a voice calls.
Harley gasps, her hands leaving my hair to smooth her skirt down over her thighs. “That’s Suze. What’s she doing here?”
“Cock blocking me,” I mutter as I look up into Harley’s unamused face. “Fine. Let her in and you can ask her what she’s doing here.”
I rise, running a hand through my hair to straighten it as Harley answers the door.
“About time!” Suze stomps in, closely followed by Stuart, then Griffin and Maria. She throws her purse down on the sofa and then turns, eyeing the two of us. “That’s the third time we’ve been down this morning. If you hadn’t answered, I was ready to bust the door in.”
She gives Harley a hug and then so does Maria, as Griffin’s and Stuart’s gazes fall on me.
“What’s going on?” That hair on the back of my neck stands to attention at the solemn expressions on their faces.
“The police are coming,” Stuart answers without missing a beat.
“They’ll be here within the hour,” Griffin adds, pulling out his cell phone. “I’ll call the hotel, get them to send someone around with brunch and coffee. We’re going to need it.” His brows rise as he brings his phone to his ear and doles out instructions to whoever answers.
“Why are the police coming here? Have they found something?”
Stuart nods at me. “They haven’t told us what. Said they needed to talk to you in person. But we also need to talk to you.” He glances at Griffin, who’s off the phone, and then to Harley. “We’ve found out something as well… About the video.”
“We’ve been trying to tell you all morning,” Suze chimes in from where she’s sat at the breakfast bar with Maria. “We called. Multiple times.” She arches a brow at me. “And we’ve already been down and knocked twice.”
“You couldn’t hear us.” Maria smiles sweetly at Harley.
“But we could hear you.” Suze smirks, grabbing Harley’s hand over the counter. She drops her voice to a whisper, probably thinking only Harley can hear her as she darts her eyes to me and away again. “Make-up sex is the best.”
I clear my throat to hide my smirk as Harley shushes Suze with a giggle. No matter what Griffin and Stuart have to tell me, at least Harley’s happy.
She’s back with me, and she’s happy. I’d be selfish to wish for more.
“What did you find?” Harley asks, her face falling serious as she looks between Griffin and Stuart.
“Well…” Stuart takes a deep breath.
Harley’s mouth twists into a worried line, and she looks over at me with big eyes. I hold my arm out and she hobbles over, letting me wrap her in it and pull her into my good side.
“Don’t look so worried, Angel,” I whisper in her ear. “Nothing can hurt us as long as we are together. Remember?”