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With us face-to-face, I worked her up and down my cock. “Just feel.”

Her head dropped back, and she moaned.

I thrust faster. “Come for me, Frankie.”

She cried out, her body clamping down on my cock. She was so fucking beautiful.

As she came, I gritted my teeth, riding close to the edge of my own release. I laid her back on the rug and thrust her knees up to her chest.

“Right here.” I thrust heavily inside her. “I’m meant to be right here.”

She looked up at me, dazed, flushed. “Come, Reath. Fill me up and come inside me.”

A roar filled my head. My thrusts got heavier, wilder.

“Fuck, Frankie. I’m coming.” I gave an animal grunt and filled her. Everything exploded inside me and pleasure hit me in a huge rush.

25

REATH

My cellphone vibrated and my eyes snapped open.

Light from the bathroom filtered in. Frankie was nuzzled against my side like a kitten, snoring softly. I wanted to stroke her soft cheek, but I reached for my phone instead.

I slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake her.

“Colt,” I murmured as I snagged my pajama bottoms and pulled them on. I headed up to the living room and glanced at my watch. It was just after eleven thirty.

“Reath, sorry to call so late. I got a message from a guy I know. He spotted your guy.”

I stiffened. “Where?”

“French Quarter. Having a cocktail with a slim brunette at the Carousel Bar.”

The well-known bar at the Hotel Monteleone.

“I bet he’s staying at the hotel.” Drinking and fucking while his men were probably holed up in some shit hole eating take out and sleeping on sleeping bags. “Colt, can I ask a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Come and stay with Frankie while I get Auclair.” If I cornered him and took him down quickly, this would all be over. Frankie would be safe.

“Let me talk to Macy, then I’m on my way.”

While I waited for Colt, I hurried to my office. I quickly hacked the Hotel Monteleone reservations and found the information I needed. Next, I headed for my bedroom.

I fell into the narrow focus I always got on a mission. I pulled what I needed out of my closet, then stepped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door.

I’d just finished affixing a thin, fake moustache to my face when my phone chimed to let me know Colt had entered the front door. I looked in the mirror, then pulled on a set of dark-framed glasses.

The disguise would do the job. My skills were a little rusty, but I still had it.

I walked out of the bathroom and paused to check on Frankie. She was fast asleep in my bed. I watched her for a minute, making a silent promise that she’d soon be safe from Auclair.

Then I headed out to the living area. Colt was waiting for me.

He glanced up and jolted. “Shit, you look so different. I forgot how good you were at this.”