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Noelle increased the speed of her strokes, the ferociousness of her suction, until he forgot his hands, forgot his ability, the problems, complications, reasons they should stay away fro into her mouth

He roared like an ani to be found The pleasure … tooEveryand co every drop

Afterward, as he lay there, fighting for breath, she crouched beside hiaze Her cheeks were flushed She was panting, licking her lips as if she’d enjoyed him with the same intensity he’d enjoyed her

"Okay?" she asked him

He nodded, unsure he could find his voice His arh they had immediately cooled doith his release, they were still too hot to be handling her

A slow smile spread across those swollen bedrooain?"

Another nod, a little wary, a lot shocked She wanted more of him? After all the work she’d had to do, she hadn’t decided he was just a one-ti, more wicked than sensual There were so ht The playful little girl, the vicious revenge-hungry woame-player

He wanted to fuck the like a contented kitten "Because now I knoe’re having for dinner toht the next

He should have phoned Noelle Picked her up They should have driven to Bobby Marks’s house together Instead, he now climbed the steps to Marks’s front door on his own

Hector had ditched her

After last night, he just wasn’t ready to see her Even the thought of her fired hi him And now that he knew the honey that awaited his, how the hell was he supposed to work a case with her at his side and not toss her down and ravage her every other ive hi between them, he’d be better off She would be better off

His hands fisted, and rage sparked inside his chest Can’t lose her

You will eventually

Those sparks heated

Concentrate He jerked on his gloves and rang the doorbell He’d once again tried calling Brenda Marks, Bobby’s mother, who lived a few houses down No luck When he finished here, he planned to go there So far, Noelle’s pregnancy story had overshadowed everything else, as hoped

Noelle … pregnant …

Fucking concentrate

Hector waited, expecting a servant No one caray, a stor watched, but found no evidence of ca from slits in the blinds

He waited a fewthe street Across the way, a human male--tall, lean, dark hair, handsoy white dog, paying Hector no attention

There were four other hoer than the last Lots of white ain, no one watched hiate surrounded each as well Even this one Bypassing Marks’s gate had been difficult--his was more advanced than most--but not impossible As Hector’s presence at the door had proven

This was the kind of neighborhood Hector had assumed Noelle would live in While she’d renovated her place, she wasn’t situated in the best part of town But then, she was only ten o He liked that about her Her sense of loyalty

That’s why he’d finally decided to trust her, to tell her the truth about his arht a man would never knohere he stood with her She enjoyed her storytelling a little too irl façade But Hector was beginning to understand her

You could always tell with her She’d said she had only just noticed that he carried his emotions in his eyes Well, the sah, and you sa much need and vulnerability those silver irises radiated And when she smiled wickedly, you were in trouble But when she s he’d only ever seen her do for Ava--and now him--her faithfulness had no boundaries

Shouldn’t need another reminder to CONCENTRATE Mad at hie door around the way and hacked through the security syste off, hea black BMW, the s tinted so darkly no one would be able to see anyone inside at any tiolf cart and a four-wheeler

What were you trying to blow the lid on, Marks? Hector wondered

Inside the house, he found reinforced steel walls painted to look like stucco The kitchen was clean, nothing out of place The living room, also pristine The office, emptied out There were no computers No electronic files There was a desk and a file cabinet, but nothing inside either of them

Had Marks cleaned up--or had so to keep that lid sealed on certain information? Hector did a print sweep, but found only Marks’s He was about to head out to search the rest of the hohtest shake

Loose, he thought No way a man as wealthy as Marks would have let such an imperfection slide