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"Stop smiling. He's totally going to kill you."

"Only if you tell him."

He shook his head again, completely irritated and disbelieving, then grabbed an iPhone off the counter and shoved it at me. "Call your boss. Tell him you're blown."

"I can't go back empty. There's too much at stake."

"And you can't stay here." He tossed the phone back onto the counter when I wouldn't take it, then grabbed me by both shoulders. His fingers dug in hard enough to make me wince. He loosened his grip for a moment, then tightened his hold even more. He jerked me forward and I was beginning to feel a little like his personal fucking rag doll. I opened my mouth to complain, but all I managed was an "eep" before his tongue was inside my mouth.

He clearly needed to get it out of his system since it was the second kiss
in the last thirty seconds. Frankly, I loved Mateo's mouth. He could put it anywhere on my body that he wanted.

He licked inside my mouth, pushing to the point of sloppy anger rather than sexy finesse. Heat poured off him, directly into me
, and grew the longer we were pressed together. He kissed with angry desperation, aggressive and needy. When he broke away with a gasp, he rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed, mouth open against mine without touching. His breath puffed hot against my skin and he squeezed my arms with no sign of relenting. I would have perfect finger-sized bruises tomorrow and that would be a bitch to explain to Crimson.

He brushed his lips against mine in a series of soft, sweet kisses. Complete counter to the angry invasion from moments before. I nipped at his bottom lip and
he moaned into my mouth. The kiss ended naturally, and he stood with his head bowed, touching mine, and his breath coming harder than a couple of kisses warranted. He remembered how good we were together as well as I did.

"What do you need?"
he asked.

Right then I needed him to finish what he started. All this start-stop-start, mixed with
let's talk about it
was confusing the hell out of me. I usually tracked better, but Mateo left me a little stupid. He started thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't help but think about him thrusting other, better body parts, and then my brain did this fabulous little fizzle-pop. Like I said, stupid.

"Huh?"

"Evidence. What will it take to satisfy your boss?"

I forced myself to focus.
"Here's what we know." My boss would kill me for outlining this much intel to a known criminal, and he wouldn't think
He's sexy as fuck
to be a sufficient justification. Regardless, my options were slim. Recruit Mateo and convince him to help, or go back with nothing. I put together the skeleton version of the truth. "We know that Crimson is moving a ton of meth, like I said, but we don't know where he gets it. We want the source. Also, the revenue he generates goes into several accounts and is filtered out across the global banking system quickly and efficiently. We know where it ends up, but we need something to prove it."

"So you're not really interested in Crimson at all."

"I'm interested in who he can give me."

"I can't afford to get hurt by this, Roni." The look on his face, in his eyes, was a cipher. He could have meant his own criminal activities, but it felt like he meant more.

"What do you mean?" I cupped his cheek in my hand. It was a totally cliché move out of a bad rom-com, but I did it anyway. His face was rough with stubble. He’d probably shaved that morning, but his hair grew back quick, thick and dark. I loved the feel of it when he kissed me.

He turned and kissed my palm, then sighed. "You know what I do for a living. I know you do."

I bit my lip. That was damn close to an admission and I didn't want one. "Yes."

"I just don't want your investigation to suddenly expand to include me."

"Are you selling meth to children and using it to fund your own personal jihad?" I asked the question as a joke, but held my breath waiting for the answer anyway. No matter how amazing Mateo was with his lips, and other parts, it didn't mean that he was a good guy. I knew for a fact that he wasn't.

"No."

"Good." I debated telling him that I'd been recruited by homeland security for this assignment, and they were already very well versed on the guns he and Luis ran up and down the West Coast. Since their actions didn't constitute a terrorist threat, they left it alone to pursue more pressing matters. But who knew how long that would be the case? I couldn't tell him, because that kind of admission would definitely get me into more trouble than I ever wanted to face at work. "Then it's not a problem."

"So what's your plan
? To slut it up with Crimson until he shows you all his dirty secrets?"

I didn't care about the hurt
he tried to hide in his tone when he asked that question. It was an asshole thing to say even if it was a defensive measure.

"Don't be a
prick." Sometimes I wished I was more emotional, a hysterical girl. Then I could have gotten away with slapping him for saying shit like that. As it was, I glared at him with my arms crossed. That sucked because all I really wanted was to kiss him again.

"Sorry."
He ducked his head, and shuffled a step closer. He played his fingertips over my arms and toyed with my fingers. He made it very hard to stay mad at him.

"You're going to help me?"
I asked, trying to distract myself from his touch. This was huge. I'd go back to my regular life after this and that would be that. But this was Mateo's regular life. It put him in a lot more danger than I was in.

He
swallowed and nodded. "God help me."

This time
I
kissed
him
.

I really didn't have time for this, to let Mateo kiss me like he wanted me to forget everything, including my name. Crimson's race would be over soon, if it wasn't already, and all I cared about was Mateo's tongue stroking mine. He sucked me into his mouth, then pushed me out and invaded mine the next second. His desperation made me light-headed and needy.

Finally, he released my arms and blood rushed in
, causing my skin to tingle and miss him. Rather than pull away, he drew me closer. He bent at the knees until he was at eye level and wrapped his arms around me tight. He straightened and took me with him. He held me there as we kissed, his tongue pushing and invading and so fucking sexy. I could lose myself in a kiss like that.

He
slid his hands down my body to cup my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he squeezed, his fingers digging in and massaging. I felt his cock twitch and lengthen through his jeans.

"I don't have time." I gasped the words into his mouth.

"Make time." He dropped to his knees and lowered me to the floor.

As soon as my back hit the floor, his hands were at my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my waist and easing my legs apart. His fingers brushed against my panties and I gasped. He was right. I could make time.

"Hurry."  I struggled to reach his jeans, to unbutton and unzip, then to pull him free. I remembered him, his size and length and how very right he felt inside of me and how very hard it had been to stop fucking him in the first place. In that moment, on my back in a fucking travel trailer in the middle of the largest organized illegal street race I'd ever seen, I wanted nothing more than to get him inside me again. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yes."
He grunted as he jerked my panties down and off. Last time we fucked he got impatient and shredded the crotch with his fingers. This was an improvement. "In my pocket."

He
pushed two fingers into me and we both groaned. I guess telling me the location of the condom made it my job to find it and put it on him, but I was too busy being finger fucked to focus on frisking him.

He fucked me slowly, his fingers twisting and spreading, and he brushed against that awesome place inside me, low and towards the front. The mythical g-spot, a place most men couldn't find with a treasure map and flashing lights to guide them in. Mateo found it with unerring precision, every time, and my back arched off the floor.

"Fuck." I clawed at his shirt. He had a beautiful body and I loved when he was naked, but it wasn't a priority at the moment. His shirt gave me something to cling to as he worked his fingers inside me.

"That's it." He braced himself above me on one arm, his face close enough to kiss. "God, you're so hot. I want to watch you come."

I wrapped one leg around him, leaving myself open wide and letting him feel how much he affected me. He thrust with his hand and followed with his hips. His cock slid against me, slipping through my moisture and pressing hard into my apex. He wanted inside as much as I wanted him there, but he didn't remove his hand.

"Touch yourself." Mateo thrust extra hard with the request and pressed against my clit with his thumb. I jerked and tried to focus on his words. He'd
already brought me close to orgasm in no time at all. The second I touched myself, I knew I'd come and I wasn't ready to be done.

"No." I shook my head in rhythm to the motion of my hips. I wanted his cock, but damn his fingers felt so good, stroking and working me higher.

He licked up the column of my throat, then bit my ear hard, worrying his teeth back and forth. I groaned and tried not to think about the growing number of marks I'd have to find a way to hide from Crimson when we were done.

"Do it."
He growled the words into my ear and they rumbled over my body and brought my skin to life. I started to shake my head again and he nipped at my neck, biting the sensitive flesh where neck blends into shoulder. "Do it or I'll stop."

His hand stilled then, his fingers inside me but unmoving.

"Fuck. Okay."

I moved as slowly as I could and he watched my hand move across my body. When I brushed a finger tip against my clit, my hips jerked involuntarily and he started fucking me again.

"Goddamn, that's sexy." His voice was breathy and reverent, and his hand kept a steady pace.

I circled my clit slow and easy. I was ridiculously wet and my fingers slipped through the moisture, sliding down to touch his hand and brush against his cock. He gasped and thrust forward again, pushing his cock into my hand. He was hard and pulsing and covered with my arousal. I wrapped my hand around him, circling and stroking down his length.

"No." He jerked his hips back, but his fingers kept working inside me. "Only you." He held himself out of my reach.

Tension and heat built low in my cunt. I was on the verge of breaking open from his relentless, probing fingers. I dragged my
own fingers through my wetness, sliding against his, and slipping inside with them. I slid higher, close enough to come from the feel of his breath panting against my skin and knowing that I wouldn't last.

If this is what he wanted, to watch me finger myself until I came, I would give it to him, but it wouldn't be much of a show. I pressed against my clit and my finger slid along the raised, distended length. I was engorged
, hard, and too fucking sensitive.

"That's it."
He dropped his hips again, letting his cock press against me, pushing his fingers deeper.