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I suspected the man hadn’t given them up easily. “You didn’t hand him over to the police?”

“Not yet.”

I lifted one of his hands and saw that his knuckles were torn.

Because of me. For me.

I lowered my head and kissed the top of his hand gently.

“Frankie.” He ran a hand down my body, parting my robe. When he saw I was practically naked, except for my panties, heat filled his eyes.

“You sure you’re feeling better?” he asked huskily.

I nodded.

“I need to see for myself.” He caressed my nipple, toying with it until it was a hard point.

I made a small sound and arched into his touch.

His hand lazily traveled downward. Over my ribs, my belly. My breath hitched. Then that hand went lower. His fingers slid under my panties and stroked between my thighs.

“Oh.” I lifted my hips to give him better access.

“Soft and wet.” He slid two fingers inside me. I couldn’t look away from the intense gaze on his face as he stroked me. Then his thumb found my clit.

I jerked. “Reath.”

“I love it when you say my name like that. Breathy, filled with need.”

Soon, I could barely sit still. My orgasm was getting closer, and I wanted it so badly. I writhed on his lap, desperate for more.

It was clear that Reath wanted to watch me come. He kept up his ruthless strokes, pumping his fingers inside me. I was getting close when the phone on his desk rang.

“Ignore it,” he ordered, his tone low and guttural.

I thought he planned to ignore it too, but when he reached out his other hand and pressed the speaker button, I swallowed a gasp.

“This is Fury,” Reath said.

“Boss,” a male voice I didn’t recognize said. “We might have a location that looks good.”

I squeezed my thighs together, but Reath urged them apart.

“A concerned neighbor IDed Auclair and called it in. Broussard passed it along.”

God, Reath had put the call on speakerphone while he was plunging his fingers inside me. I bit my lip to stop from crying out.

His fingers didn’t stop moving.

“Good. Assemble a small team to check it out. Call Colt and Beauden. I want them with us.”

I couldn’t hold back much longer, and bit my lip harder.

Those glittering brown eyes were on me and he rubbed my clit with more pressure. I grabbed his wrist, but I didn’t know if I wanted to stop him or urge him on.

“I’ll be in the office shortly,” Reath said.

My climax hit—a warm, sexy rush. I turned my head and sank my teeth into Reath’s bicep through his shirt to muffle my cries. I shuddered through the rush of pleasure, and he held me tight.