Wicked Bad Boys (12 page)

A
fter my steamy
chat with Rebecca, my packed schedule doesn’t let up. Two of my staff manage to drag me into a meeting, looking for some decisions on a few items that have been waiting since Monday. It turns out my Director could have easily handled it. I remind myself I need to have a serious talk with this guy. He can’t sit on simple shit like this, waiting for me to give him the same answer I gave him three weeks ago for the same problem.

I have more meetings just like that one, and my day does not end until after eight at night. I manage to send a text to Rebecca sometime in the evening. I tell her I’d like to see her, but it’ll be late tonight. She says it’s okay, that I can come by whenever, or we can meet later in the week if I want to. I like that she’s leaving me an out. As much as I want to see her, I’m also glad she’s easygoing and flexible.

I go home after work. I desperately need to hit the gym. I spend a couple hours in my home gym, getting in some cardio and working the large muscles. I shower and by the time I’m done, it’s almost eleven a night. I send a text to see if she is awake. She replies that she went back at her office and is wrapping up soon.

I’m wondering whether to ask to see her again, and before I decide, she texts me back to ask if I feel for takeout at her place. I tell her to wait for me at her office and I’ll take care of dinner too. It’s not safe for her to walk home at this time of night. There they are again. Those protective instincts are at it again. It’s a sure sign I’m starting to care for this woman. I just hope I don’t take it too far. The only person that’s liable to get hurt in all this is probably me. She still has a job to do for her law firm, no matter what her feelings are.

I order from the same delivery place we had eaten a couple days before. After meeting Rebecca at her office, we drive to pick up the food on the way to her place. I ask her for an update while we’re driving. She says there’s nothing new, but she is gathering background information to be prepared no matter what happens. She tells me about her source at the precinct, and that he’ll keep her informally in the loop once the evidence has been analyzed.

We get to her place. Neither of us has eaten since after lunch, so we dig in and take our time enjoying the meal, chatting about current events on her sofa. It’s so easy to unwind around this woman. Our feet are up on her coffee table. We’re relaxing. It hits me that in the middle of everything she knows may be going on, she’s just so at ease with me. Maybe that’s what impresses me about her. It’s not so much that she’s into me, but that she’s not turned off, given everything she knows. What she knows is still precious little, so I have to remember not to get too carried away.

I get too carried away. I ask her to come with me to the Fairchild villa in Bahamas, and she says yes. I tell her we leave tomorrow evening. She says it’s no problem, and she’ll let Kara know. If she’s able to travel with me and she’s doing her job, Kara must have given her a lot of leeway. I read between the lines, and try not to overanalyze, but there’s this sense I have, and maybe it’s my own paranoia. I’m certain she’s not just enjoying being with me—she’s also monitoring my movements. Still, I’m glad she said yes.

S
he excuses herself for a minute
, and comes back to the living room dressed in nothing more than a sheer top that meets her at the thighs.

“Are you trying to tempt me?” I ask, standing to take her in my arms.

“No. This is payback.”

“For what?” I ask, leaning down and kissing her plump, tasty lips.

“That phone call that almost cost me my job,” she mumbles out between breaths as we kiss.

I pull away and she groans.

“Payback is not supposed to be enjoyable, Rebecca.”

“That’s true. I’ll find a way. Don’t worry.”

I lean over and swing her legs over my elbow to carry her in my arms. “Maybe we should pick up where we left off,” I tell her, taking her to her bedroom.

She wraps her arms over my neck and lets her head rest on my shoulder. She relaxes into me. It feels so fucking good. I picture us walking into the sunset, having a romantic and equally unrealistic future together. It’s a fantasy, and I know it. There’s no happy ending for people like me. I accepted that a long time ago. Still, I kiss her forehead and look down at her, just resting there.

I get to her bed and lower her into it. I’ve slept with her enough times before, but tonight, my heart is racing, my throat is dry, and my palms go all sweaty. Maybe the other times were different. Tonight, there are more than hormones at play. Inconvenient emotions have me seeking out her lips for kisses, and her body to embrace. I want to spend time with her—and not just as my lawyer, or a playmate, for that matter.

Spending this time with her has only created a craving within me for more. More of Rebecca. I sit at the side of her bed and unbutton her shirt as far down as the buttons go. I groan. She has nothing on underneath. I’m aching to have her again.

She sits up, pulls the shirt over her head and throws it over the side of the bed. The silhouette of her body in the dim light has me hard as a rock, but tonight, I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to make love to her. I want to possess her.

Standing, I strip down to my boxers. Her eyes flutter open. She looks at me with more than desire in her eyes. I hope it is. I almost pray it is.

“Jonathan…” her throaty whisper calls to me. My chest tightens up.

I get in bed beside her and pull her into an embrace. Her hands settle on my back and her breasts press against my chest, sending shudders through me.

“Rebecca.” My voice is breathless as I whisper in her ear.

She shivers this time. I pause. I can’t think. There are words swirling around my head that I’ve never said to a woman. As much as I try to deny these feelings, I don’t want to anymore. At least not tonight. Tonight belongs to us.

She pulls from me and nods down at my boxers, giving a wink, with a wide grin on her face. I take the hint and lift myself up to pull the boxers down off my legs. No hesitation. Now or never. Her gaze darkens with arousal. Her nostrils flare slightly. I recline back, my head on the pillow. She purrs like a cat and climbs on top of me. My cock is hard, throbbing and desperate to get inside her.

I look up at her. I gasp, literally, as I watch her gorgeous body, skin glowing under the light, the soft flesh of her breasts begging me to touch her. Reaching forward, I caress her nipples with my fingertips. Her stomach muscles twitch as I do so and she exhales my name. Leaning down to me, she cups my cheek and kisses me. I lose all control. I bracket her head in my palms and hold her still as I ravage her mouth. This is not our first kiss, but it should have been.

With nothing between us but the heat of our bodies and the touch of her skin brushing a wonderful friction with her peaked nipples, I can’t imagine a more perfect representation of my need for her—hot, chafing, and combustible. She gives in completely to my kiss, and welcomes the thrust of my tongue inside her mouth.

She grinds her hips down on my pelvis with each dip and swipe of my tongue. My cock swells. It’s trapped between us. I reach a hand down and stroke her clit, getting her wet and ready for the moment I enter her. Our tongues wrestle as she takes control and gives it back to me, while our lower halves have already found a rhythm as old as time itself.

Her hands find their way to reach under my ass cheeks. She digs her nails into my flesh. I groan aloud. I clamp on to her back and roll us over. Trapped underneath me, she squirms. Combustible, fuck yes. She ignites both our flames with her movements. She moans as I growl. Once again, our lips find one another. Hurried, shallow kisses, as she arches and tilts her hips. Aligning my body with hers, I place my cock at her entrance. We pull from the kiss and our eyes lock. She stares into the infinite depths of my tormented soul as I push into her.

She yields, tightening on my length, whispering in my ear that she’s been aching to feel me inside her. It’s an exquisite sensation, filling Rebecca and feeling a bit of peace as my cock claims her as my own. We become one.

“You’re mine, Rebecca.” I growl out.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Whether I’m wrong or right, I can no longer deny myself. I feel for Rebecca. She’s means more to me. I have no idea how this can work, but I’ll find a way. Rebecca has caught me, right in the chest. I’m not sure I can let her go now.

We slide together as one. The pressure within her body is building. I hug her close, and she urges me to go faster. I pant out words of desire in her ear. She whispers my name over and over. I growl and shove harder into her as we come together. She tightens around my cock and screams her pleasure, and then her lips find mine again in a searing kiss.

Life will never be the same. Not for me.

I
’ve been swooning
since I woke up this morning. I’ve gone too far with this man. I think I love him.
Christ
, I can’t believe that thought went through my mind. It has weaved its way through my brain and all over my body, and now I crave Jonathan like no one else.

I get Kara on the phone after Jonathan leaves. I need her okay to fly to the Bahamas. She says it’s a good idea. She asks me if I feel conflicted in any way. I tell her I was conflicted the second I said yes to taking on this assignment. She tells me to enjoy my time away, and instructs me to go by the boutique again.

“Why?” I ask.

“You represent this firm, Rebecca. Working here is not just a job. It’s a way of life. Get used to it. Renée will take good care of you.”

She hangs up. I have no idea what she means about that way of life comment. The woman can be cryptic sometimes. I get ready and take a cab to the boutique. A few hours later, I’m packed and ready to fly. To be precise, the boutique did it all. Renée picked out my outfits, swimsuits, loungewear—she even picked out a luggage set for the trip. All I had to do was get my passport and work briefcase from home.

Jonathan picks me up in his limousine. It’s after five in the evening and we’re on our way.

“Do you have any idea how crazy this is?” I ask when I get in beside him.

“What?” he asks.

“Flying with you to the Bahamas.”

He turns to me, looking slightly amused. “Then why did you say yes?”

“Good point.”

“Do you still want to go?”

“Yes. I’m all packed, and this would be my first vacation in…in over four years.”

“That long, huh?”

“Yeah,” I answer leaning my head on the seat back. “Articling and getting ready for the bar has taken its toll on travel and leisure. I guess I should be thanking you.”

He leans over to me and whispers, “Only if you’re gracious.”

“I am,” I say, turning to look at the playful smile on his face.

“Then I’m glad you’re coming.”

We get to the airport and Jonathan informs me we’ll be flying in his dad’s private jet. We clear customs with relative ease, and are driven from the terminal buildings to one of the buildings set aside for private charters.

“I've never even been on a private plane before today.”

“You get used to it pretty quickly.”

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out, looking down at the number.

“Excuse me.” He takes the call. “Yeah?” I can’t make out what the person on the other end is saying, but Jonathan looks like he’s been punched in the gut. “They did what?”

He jumps to his feet and starts pacing as he’s listening. “Shit. Did you call Matheson?” He listens again. “And where’s Youngman?” The person answers and he looks over at me. “Rebecca. The police stopped one of my father’s staff on a routine traffic stop. They did a search and seizure. He’s been arrested. Morris Youngman from your firm is on retainer for this, but they can’t get hold of him. Can Kara put someone else to deal with this tonight?”

I reach into my purse, fish out my phone and call our twenty-four hour reception line. They can figure out where Morris is, and who to send. They tell me he’s in the emergency room with his wife. They’re having a baby. His backup is out of town. The other lawyer on standby has no criminal defense experience. I think of phoning Kara, but there’s no way I’m reaching out to her at this time in the evening. It sounds simple enough.

“I’ll help,” I tell him.

“There’s no one else?”

“Not tonight.”

“What about Kara?”

“No. I can handle it,” I tell him. “Do you mind if we hold off on…this?”

Bahamas can wait.

Shit, I can’t believe I’m putting this off. I need this. Fuck.

“Yes. If we can get him out by ten thirty, we can still travel tonight. Otherwise we can leave tomorrow afternoon.”

I stand up and head to the door we came from. “Okay. Which precinct held him?”

“Forty-eighth.”

Damn. It’s where Rob works. “Let’s go.”

“My limo service should have a driver here in fifteen minutes.” He speaks to a flight representative at the desk about holding out flight, and the woman keeps our checked bags.

In twenty minutes we’re on the way to the precinct. I send a text to Rob to see if he’s around, or knows what’s going on. Word gets around fast. He replies, saying he’s heard about it, but it’s not his case. I ask him who the lead detective is. He tells me it’s Detective Matheson.

“Jonathan, do you know a Detective Matheson?”

“Yeah. He’s a friend of my dad’s. Why?”

“He’s lead detective.”

Jonathan relaxes. “Well that should help.”

I pull out my tablet. I need to be prepared when we get to the station. “Just in case, can you give me some details on this man who’s been arrested?”

“Sure. What do you need to know?”

“Name?”

“Tony Virocci. Rocko for short.”

“Is he a local?”

“Yes. He lives in the Bronx.”

“Does he have permits for all the weapons he carries? I’m assuming they found guns during the search.”

“Yes, and yes.”

“Are you positive? Even one unlicensed weapon can make a difference in how I approach the Detective when I get there.”

“I’m pretty sure, but I’m not positive.”

“All right. Does he have any recent criminal convictions?”

“No. He’s clean.”

“Okay. It should be fairly straightforward, then.”

He looks up from his phone. “Maybe. Rocko has serious confinement issues.”

“What?”

“Claustrophobia. He can’t function in confined spaces. Those tiny interview rooms will get to him, and he’ll be clawing at the walls with his bare fingernails to get out. I can’t imagine what a jail cell would do. I hope we can work this out tonight.”

“It should be fine.”

He leans over to me and whispers, “Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy when you’re concentrating?”

“Not recently,” I answer, a smile creeping up my face without my permission.

“Well, you are.” He cups his hand under my chin and turns my face to look him in the eye. “Thanks for helping me out.”

I start to answer but he leans closer and plants a soft kiss on my lips. As before, the electricity moves through us. I have to pull away before I get sucked in. I really need to get my act together before I walk into Rob’s precinct. I pull back to look at him.

“I’m happy to help, but don’t thank me until I get the job done.”

“You will. Kara only hires the best of the best.”

I put my hand on his chest, and push him away to get some distance between us. “Just stay on your side of the limo for now. I can’t…I can barely think when you do that.”

He smiles at me with a broad grin. “Do what? This?”

He puts his arm on my back and pulls me into his arms, pressing his lips into mine for a hungry, deep kiss. My mind goes blank as he owns me in that kiss. Soon I’m on his lap, and his hands are all over me. I’m grateful when the limo comes to a stop.

He pulls from the kiss and whispers, “Hold that thought.”

This man has a power over me like nothing else I’ve experienced. I’m still pulling myself together after he helps me out of the car and walks toward the precinct beside me. I’ll be lucky if I can string together a sentence to help his friend out of this mess when we get inside.

I wipe the goofy smile from my face when I see Rob walking toward us as we wait at the main desk.