Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,52

scowled and took the paper from Isaac before he shoved it across the table back to Forest. “So, he carries around a big amount of cash and gives it to this Moss guy and then what?” Zane grumbled. “Deposits it into the councilman’s account?”

“No. Of course not.” Forest frowned at Zane. “The money is laundered through several dummy companies before it’s transferred to offshore accounts.”

“How are we going to prove that Coulier is involved then?” Spencer asked.

“We are going to wire you and you’re going to need to convince Mayer that he takes you along when he meets Moss.”

“The guy hates me,” Spencer pointed out.

“That’s where Zane and Isaac come in.”

Isaac’s eyes went wide.

Zane scowled.

Spencer grinned, and Liam?

Well, his man didn’t look too happy about any of this.

Liam

“Are you okay with this, Colonel?” Forest asked.

Fuck no! He wanted to growl, but nodded.

“Then you’re in.” Forest looked mighty fucking happy.

Forest opened the door and one of the agents entered. “This is Shane. He’ll backup Spencer at the sting.”

“I’d rather work alone,” Spencer scowled.

“That’s not an option. Shane will be out of sight, but on-hand with warrants. He’ll also provide any backup should you need it.”

“That makes sense, Spencer,” he said.

“Wait,” Spencer said, squinting at him. “What about the Bowman case?”

“Who’s Bowman?” Forest frowned.

“Link and Eagle are taking care of Bowman. If you’re done with Coulier and they haven’t found Bowman, then you can rejoin them,” Liam told him and then turned to Forest.

“Bowman is our current target,” Liam said.

“A nasty piece of work,” Spencer muttered.

“Nastier than Councilman Coulier?”

Spencer squinted. “Probably not. Bowman wouldn’t have the pull a councilman has.”

Forest gave a grim smile.

“Why don’t you have enough evidence to take this fucker down?” Zane complained.

Forest gave Zane a frosty look. “We’ve been gathering evidence. When Spencer was arrested, we found our in. Without evidence, our case falls apart.”

Zane grunted.

“All right. Everyone check in with Anna to find out where she’s assigned you a room.”

“My men can double up.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he said. “Dinner is in the dining room at seventeen hundred hours, so don’t be late.” He stood and turned toward the door.

Worry gnawed at his gut. Spencer had been in all kinds of missions and danger, so why this one had him in knots was beyond him. Maybe it had something to do with Spencer going in virtually alone. Sure, Zane and Isaac would be there for the first part of the setup, but after that? Spencer would be on his own with only Shane to assist.

Liam fucking hated it and there wasn’t a fucking thing he could do about it. Pulling Fury from Bowman would make him look totally inept.

“Hey,” Spencer said, gripping his arm.

Liam stopped his rush down the hallway and paused.

“What’s wrong?”

He turned on Spencer. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry. Okay…” Spencer dropped his hand but didn’t back up. “Come on.” Spencer jerked his head and rather than waiting, Spencer disappeared into the master bedroom.

Liam followed but at a slower pace. By the time he entered, Spencer was waiting impatiently. The soldier shoved the door closed and crossed his arms against his ripped chest and gave him the eye.

The eye was somewhere between a stink eye and a dark look. Liam couldn’t be sure, but it drew a smile to his lips.

Spencer didn’t look amused and his eye look morphed into a glare.

“I’ve been on a hundred fucking missions.”

Yeah, but those had been before. Before Spencer held his heart.

“I’m worried,” he rasped through a tight throat.

“I can tell.”

And just like that, Spencer’s gaze became soft, a summer blue color, like a crystal clear lake that Liam wanted to dive into.

He reached for Spencer at the same time the man came forward.

Hands fiercely yanked at clothing while mouths fought with a ferocious kiss until they were naked. Liam backed Spencer up until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he toppled back. He followed Spencer down, pressing his thigh between the man’s legs and spread them wide. He ground his cock down on Spencer’s until the man was panting and groaning.

“Lube?” Spencer gasped.

Liam slapped at the nightstand and tossed condoms near their bodies. He lubed up his fingers, tossed the lube, and took Spencer’s mouth in a bone crushing kiss just as he slid one thick finger inside the man’s tight body.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer groaned, bowing his back and panting.

Liam added another finger to the first until Spencer was stretched and writhing on the bed.

He fumbled rolling on a condom and then pressed the head of his throbbing