brought them closer together, I couldn’t object. Crewe was still haunted by what happened to his family. If this gave him closure, I couldn’t ask him not to do it. “Joseph, you can trust Crewe.”
“None of this makes sense,” Joseph asked. “Even if it is about revenge.”
“You don’t need to know details, Joseph,” I said quickly. “Crewe wants in, and I think he can help you.”
Crewe looked at me, and deep in his eyes was a look of gratitude that Joseph would never notice. His expression was difficult to read, probably on purpose, but I’d cracked the code a long time ago.
Joseph watched us both with hesitance. “I work with a particular team…”
“Which I don’t have a lot of faith in, considering the fact that you tried to fool me with counterfeit. Come on, Joseph.” When Crewe took the lead, he had more authority than all the world leaders put together. “I want this mission to be successful.”
Joseph looked at me as if he expected me to say something.
“I think it’s a good idea,” I said. “You have mutual interests. It’s perfect.”
Joseph shrugged in response. “Okay, fine. But if you cross me, I’ll kill you.”
Crewe smiled. “Ditto.”
“There will be no killing of any kind,” I said. “If you both love me, you’ll never lay a hand on each other.”
“I don’t love you that much,” Joseph said.
Crewe chuckled. “Like I’d ever believe that. You fucking shot me.”
“Well, you had it coming,” Joseph said. “If you thought I wasn’t going to do anything to save my sister, you’re an idiot.”
“If I had a sister, I would have done the same,” Crewe said.
Maybe this would work out, after all. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it wasn’t horrendous either. Guns weren’t drawn, and bullets weren’t flying through the air. “So you forgive Joseph for shooting you?”
“I never apologized,” Joseph said quickly.
“Nor was I looking for an apology,” Crewe said. “The best we can do is leave the past where it belongs and move forward. That’s the best I can offer.”
“Agreed,” Joseph said. “Now where the hell is our food?”
It wasn’t perfect, but I would take it.
54
Crewe
When we walked into the bedroom, I was relieved the dinner with Joseph was over. It went better than I expected it to, and he was directly involved in conning one of the men I despised.
Of course, I wanted in.
London slipped her jacket off her shoulders and hung it on the armchair. “Thank you for tonight. It meant a lot to me.” She turned around and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking like the sexiest thing in the world without even trying.
When she looked at me like that, I would do anything for her—without question. “Looks like we can be civil to one another.”
“I know. You guys both really tried.” She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the black bra underneath that pushed her tits together. Slowly, she peeled away the remainder of her clothes, getting her jeans off last until she stood in just her matching bra and panties. “I’d like to show my appreciation.”
My throat went dry, so I automatically swallowed, feeling the muscles shift as I pushed the saliva down. Every day, I got to live out my fantasy because I woke up beside her then came home to her after work. She satisfied my sexuality but also fueled it even more. It was a cycle that continued to repeat itself, not that I minded.
She sauntered toward me, her beautiful brown hair framed around her shoulders. She had a slim waistline, the small muscles of her body visible just underneath her bra. She had incredible legs too, the long and slender kind that could hook around my waist while I pinned her to the mattress. When she reached me, she ran her hands down my chest as she lowered herself to her knees on the red rug of my bedroom. Her eyes were glued to mine as she unzipped my jeans and pulled my boxers down, letting my throbbing cock pop out. Her mouth immediately went to my balls, and she licked them with enthusiasm, dragging her tongue across the rough texture of my sac.
I inhaled a sharp breath and closed my eyes.
She dragged her tongue up my length, right over the thick vein on the surface. When she got to the top, she licked away the drop that formed there. It stuck to the tip of her tongue and the tip of my cock, making a sticky line before it broke.
Jesus