Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out as her cunt pulses around me, drawing me deeper, squeezing me so fucking tight that I have no choice but to give in. I keep thrusting through our release and then bury myself deep inside her.

I’ve missed this. Missed her. I rest my head against her forehead as we breathe raggedly together.

“I love you, princess. Trust is part of that. I’m sorry I failed you. I swear to you I’ll trust my own judgment when it comes to you. Always.”

She blows out a breath. “I need all of you. My heart feels tattered and torn when we aren’t all together. I need you, Seth. I need you.”

“I’m yours.” I claim her lips, tasting her for the first time in days, diving into the soft warm heat of her as she surrenders to my kiss so beautifully. Taking my time, I explore her mouth, teasing, tasting, until I grow hard inside her again.

She moans into my mouth as I slowly pull out and ease back in. It’s slower this time. We never stop kissing. Minutes pass and I don’t have a care in the world except this woman in my arms. The business could fall around me, and as long as she’s here, I’m good. Everything feels bright and beautiful with her. When she shatters around me, I swallow her moan as I come deep inside her.

I lift my mouth from her swollen lips. Her blue eyes open and search mine as little aftershocks clutch at my cock. I love this woman.

Her fingers smooth over the back of my head. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

I’m still grinning as I ride the elevator down to the sixth floor. For the first time in days, my steps are light and my chest feels like it will burst from the happiness welling inside. She’s mine tonight.

Possibly Coop’s and Noah’s too, but mine.

I stride through the office and into the conference room.

“Afternoon, boss.” Sebastian Cross leans back in the chair with his feet crossed on the conference table. His voice is low and dark. His dark hair falls over his green eyes. While I rarely think of men as pretty, Sebastian is almost as pretty as Coop and probably just as wealthy.

But he chooses to work for Heath and others. Whatever they want, usually the stuff they don’t want to get their hands dirty with. Maybe it’s his way of sticking it to his old man. I don’t know him well enough to ask. All I know is he’s good at what he does.

“Cross.” I take a seat at the table. “What do you have for me?”

He slides a manila envelope across the table. “Your pretty little bird is aware of her surroundings at all times.”

Fuck.

“But she still fucks up.” Cross shakes his head like everyone eventually fucks up for him.

Taking the envelope and opening it, I spill the contents onto the table. I take my time sorting through it. Pictures of Elizabeth going about her day. Shopping. Working. Having dinner out.

Then there are the photos through a window of her in her negligee, drawing a man down on top of her. Quite a few pictures of them in various positions and states of undress.

“If you’d like a copy of the video, I can send it to you.” Cross smirks. He flicks his hand at the pictures. “The guy is Drew Young. He’s mostly been dating Leighton Porter, but apparently, he’s been fucking Elizabeth.”

I sigh. I’d hoped for someone married or someone her mother wouldn’t approve of, but this guy should get the stamp of approval. “Why doesn’t she just have a relationship with Drew if he’s part of their world?”

Cross laughs. “Young is new money. Leighton’s family needs it, but Elizabeth’s doesn’t. Word has it that Gloria is pushing Elizabeth to find the cream of the crop.”

“So why is she sniffing around me?” After all, I’m new money too. I glance over the pictures. They do nothing for me.

Cross chuckles darkly and lifts an eyebrow. “Who do you know who’s old money?”

Fuck, this shit again. “Thank you, Cross.”

“Any time. Your job was easy. I like easy.”

My eyes skim over the pictures. We’ve seen a lot of pictures like this lately. Maybe once Valerie was out of the way, the stalker used someone like Cross to get the job done. “Do you know of any jobs concerning Madison Harris?”

“What’s it worth to you?” Cross grins and puts his feet on the ground. “I don’t usually discuss other jobs.”

“I’m willing to pay to know. Someone’s been stalking her and their old accomplice met an untimely end.” I lean back in my seat. “It would be helpful to know if someone even asked about a job.”

A timid knock sounds on the door, and it pushes open. Hope appears in the doorway.