“I helped you guys get past your stupid issues, and now you’re together,” he says, the smile evident in his voice.

“Maggie was roofied. I didn’t know that shit, and we got together while she was drugged. The next morning, she took off on me and went to her old apartment. I waited outside her place and must have fallen asleep for a second, because when I opened my eyes, her car was gone. She got home before I did, and when she walked in, there was a random piece in our house. So please forgive me for not fucking telling you thanks for your fuck-up.”

“What?” he whispers in distress.

“Yeah, now you’re getting it,” I growl, standing from my desk so I can pace the floor of my office.

“Fuck, man, is she okay? I saw her on the feed for her apartment, but I just thought you guys had a fight. I wanted to help, man. I swear I never would have done that shit otherwise.” Hearing the genuine concern in his tone does a little to alleviate the anger I’m feeling, but just a little.

“She’s fine now. Yesterday, fuck no she wasn’t okay, and thank fuck she believed me when I said I didn’t know who the chick was in the house or how she got there.”

“I’ll tell her it was me.”

“What the fuck is that going to do?” I roll my eyes and rub my forehead.

“Okay, good point,” he mutters under his breath.

“From now on, keep to your profession, ‘cause your matchmaking skills are lacking severely.”

“Got it,” he agrees.

“You owe me, man, and I expect you to pay up,” I tell him. Normally, I pay Justin for his services, but this one is going to be on him.

“Anything, just tell me what you need.”

“I need you to find me whatever you can on Eva Locklear. She works the bar here at the club and—”

“You think she has something to do with your girl getting drugged?” he asks, cutting me off, and I hear him typing through the phone.

“They’re friends, but she’s the only one who would have had a chance to do it. I watched the tapes, and no one else had an opportunity.”

“Got it,” he mutters, distracted.

“Have you found out anything new on Maggie’s sister?” I question, sitting back down.

After the men broke into Maggie’s apartment, looking for her sister, I put in a call to Justin to see if he could find out anything on her whereabouts. His search came up empty-handed; she didn’t have any cards in her name and wasn’t working, and her friend she hung out with was a dead end as well.

I couldn’t honestly give a fuck about the woman, but until she turns up and cleans up her mess, Maggie is in danger. Plus, I know it’s hurting my woman that her sister is in danger, and that’s enough for me to put my own personal feelings aside to look for her.

“Nada, she’s still ghost, and it’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her on the camera I put up at the apartment.”

“Fuck.” I run a hand through my hair.

“I’m in Vegas, and I’ll be here for a few days, so I’ll see if I can find out anything on the street about her.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“No problem, and I’m sorry about your girl.”

“Thanks, man,” I grumble. If Justin was anyone else, I would hunt his ass down, but I know him and know that in his fucked up way, he really thought he was helping.

“I’ll message you what I find.”

“Sounds good.” I hang up and look at the clock. “It’s gonna be a long fucking night.”

WALKING INTO THE house, the light in the foyer is on, and I smile, knowing Maggie left it that way so it wouldn’t be pitch black when I walked inside.

Walking toward the kitchen, I stop in my tracks when I find her asleep on the couch with a book held loosely in her grasp. Taking the book from her, I set it on the coffee table then sit on the edge of the couch and run my finger down her cheek. Her eyes open slowly, and she looks confused for a moment then smiles softly.

“Hey,” she whispers, bringing her hand up to my jaw.

“Hey,” I whisper back, taking her hand, kissing her fingers, which curl around mine.

“I fell asleep,” she tells me and I grin.

“I see that. Did you eat?”

Rolling her eyes, she sits up and mutters, “Yes,” and I lean forward, kissing her before pulling back and searching her face, loving the way her eyes soften every time my mouth leaves hers.

“I didn’t eat. Do you want to hang in the kitchen with me while I find something?” I ask.

“I made dinner. It’s in the oven on warm.” She smiles, pushing my hands away as they make their way under the edge of her shirt.

“You made dinner?”

“I did, but it’s vegetarian.”

“Is it tofu?”

“No.” She smiles, standing from the couch. “It’s eggplant parmesan.”

“I’ve never had it,” I admit as she takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen. Turning on the light, she leads me to the table then pushes me to take a seat, running away quickly when I try to pull her down on my lap.

“You need to eat. No funny business, mister.”

“I missed you,” I tell her as she goes to the stove and opens it. Her eyes come to me and go soft once more.

“I missed you, too,” she grumbles like she shouldn’t have missed me, which only makes me grin. Pulling a plate out of the oven, she then goes to the fridge and grabs a bowl, pulling a piece of saran wrap off of it before grabbing the plate and bringing both to me. “What would you like to drink?” she asks, going to step away after setting the plate and bowl in front of me.

Grabbing her hand, I stop her and pull her back to stand between my legs. “Kiss me,” I demand, wrapping my hands around her waist. I wait for her to touch her mouth to mine then fist my hand in her hair at the back of her neck to keep her in place. I take over, nipping her lip until her mouth opens so my tongue can slide between her lips. The first touch of her tongue against mine and her taste flooding my mouth are enough to bring me from hard to painfully erect. I can’t get enough of her taste, and the thought of eating her instead of food is sounding better by the second.

“You need to eat,” she breathes against my mouth, trying to pull away.

“Come sit on the table and feed me then,” I take her mouth again then adjust my legs, sliding one between hers while pulling her down so she’s straddling my thigh. Feeling the heat of her pussy through my slacks drives me to take the kiss deeper.

“Sven!” she cries as I move us to the floor and slip her shirt off over her head.

“Shhhh.” I grab both of her wrists and pull them up above her head. “Keep them there,” I tell her, kissing her neck then down over the edge of her lace bra, over her stomach, then along the edge of her cotton shorts.

Grabbing the waist, I drag them down her ass and sit back long enough to pull them off her legs. Spreading her thighs wide, I take in the beauty of her body then duck my head to run my tongue up her center, collecting her sweet taste on my tongue. “Fuck, I could live off your essence alone and never go hungry.”

“Oh, God.” Looking up her body, I see her eyes are closed and her chest is rising and falling quickly. Licking up her center again and again, I build her up until I know she’s right on the brink then slide two fingers into her and suck her clit into my mouth, pulling hard until she’s screaming and flooding my mouth. Grabbing a condom out of my pocket, I make quick work of my pants and slide it on, adjusting her hips and burying myself deep within her.




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