The moment he pressed on her clit, another earth-shattering climax surrounded her, heating her to her core and claiming her. “Dante. God. You’re amazing.”
Desiring to satisfy him, she leaned over again and drew him into her mouth. All it took were a few up and downs to make his hot cum geyser out of him. It pummeled the back of her throat, and she had to swallow fast to keep from having his juices drip down her chin. His hand rested heavily on her head. Even if she wanted to step away, he wouldn’t have let her. For some reason, the loss of control didn’t freak her out. In fact, it heightened the already heady experience.
Only after his cock stopped pulsating, did his fingers on her head relax.
The sound of someone clapping startled her. “Nice job you two.”
Crap. It was Trax. He’d come down from the house. How had she not heard him approach? She bolted upright and turned around to get a read on him. He seemed to be a mix of pissed and amused.
“We’re just finishing,” Dante said. “Liz was tired of being pent up in the apartment and came down to say hi.”
Trax stuck his thumbs in his pockets. “Are you telling me you didn’t hear Mr. Anderson come in?”
She hadn’t, but then again, she’d been busy. She glanced up at Dante and his face had lost color. “No. What did he want?”
“He wasn’t sure how to use the Home Monitoring Camera WVC80N.”
“You helped him?”
“Yes. I couldn’t exactly say the owner was getting his rocks off in plain sight on aisle one now, could I?”
She almost laughed at that comment but managed to keep her expression blank. Only then did it occur to her that if Trax was here, Couch must be in jail.
“So you got him?”
Trax’s jaw hardened and his hands fisted for a moment. “No.”
“Why not?” As soon as those words came out, she regretted her tone.
He moved closer. “He wasn’t in his office and he wasn’t at home. Got any ideas where he might be?” He moved so close, he loomed over her.
“I only worked for him for one day, but I did copy his agenda for the next day or two.”
Trax didn’t move. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You never asked. “I assumed you’d pick him up at the office and he’d never make his appointments.”
Trax pulled out his phone, tapped once, and swiped his finger across the screen. “Where will he be tomorrow or later today?”
“I have the information upstairs.”
“Let’s go.” Trax strode toward the door that led to the apartment.
Dante placed a hand on her back. “Better do as he says. When he fails at something, he’s a bear.”
She wanted to kiss him and say how amazing he was, but she’d tell him later. Jogging, she rushed up behind Trax. By the time she reached the apartment he’d already retrieved a beer from the fridge.
“It’s in my purse.”
“Find it.”
Her mind raced as she went into the bedroom. If she just told him the information, he’d take it and leave again, and she’d never get the satisfaction of seeing Couch go down.
Inside her purse she looked through the scraps of paper. Each one had an appointment listed. According to one of them, Mr. Couch was meeting someone at the shipyard at five tonight. That was in two hours. Not wanting to show her whole hand, she ripped up the paper. She went out to meet Trax.
He nodded. “Well?”
Liz straightened her shoulders. “He has a meeting in two hours.”
“Where?”
“I’m not telling unless you take me with you.”
He stepped closer and her pulse raced. His gaze never left her face. The last time he’d been this intense, he’d kissed her. The thought of almost making love with one man, then kissing another should have horrified her, but with these men, it felt right. Dante claimed they shared, so her guilt wasn’t as great.
“You know the answer.” A nerve pulsed around his eye and his lips thinned.
“Then I’m not telling you where the appointment is.”
He stared for several seconds most likely deciding what to do with her. “Fine. I’ll call my men. Be ready in thirty minutes.”
If he hadn’t been watching, she would have pumped her fist. “You won’t be sorry.”
“I already am.”
Chapter Nine
Trax drove his SUV, and the other four men followed in another vehicle. When he introduced her to Drake, Kurt, Clay, and Dirk, she was confident they could take care of Couch quite easily. All four had powerful builds and moved like highly trained dancers.
“Head out on Highway 39,” she told him.
He glanced over at her. “Then where to?”