When He's Bad (Walker Security Adrian’s Trilogy #2) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,62

ass is perfect. I squeeze it, scrape my teeth over it, and another time, many other times, I’d linger to appreciate it, but not now. I turn her back around, my hands gripping her hips and my mouth pressing to her belly. She trembles beneath the touch and sucks in a breath with the lick of my tongue.

One of my hands caresses downward, and once again, my fingers press into the wet heat between her thighs. She moans softly, and I lick her clit. She pants and I suckle her, licking her, stroking her. Her fingers tug on my hair and I lift her leg, arching her into my mouth. There are women that give themselves to a man because sex is just sex, and I’ve certainly known my share. But Pri—Pri doesn’t. When Pri, damaged, reserved Pri, gives herself to me, it feels like a gift to savor. And I do savor her, but not for long. She shatters in my arms and on my tongue, trembling all over, her sex spasming around my fingers.

And then she’s whispering, “Adrian, I need—”

I lower her leg and stand, cupping her face. “Me, too,” I answer, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and that’s all it takes to set us off again.

We’re all over each other once more.

She presses her hand to my rock-hard erection and unzips my pants. I don’t even know how it happens, but I end up on the floor, against the door, with her on top of me, riding me. I tug at her blouse, and in my eagerness to have her naked, manage to rip a button or two, but all she does is kiss me, and moan with my fingers on her nipple. I never get her blouse or bra off completely. She’s just too good at making me feel good, swaying against me, meeting my thrusts, driving me wild.

When it’s over, she collapses on top of me and for long seconds, a minute or two even, we just hold each other. “I don’t know what to do, Adrian,” she whispers.

I cup her head. “I know, baby, but we’ll figure it out.” I shift, help her up, and then stand up myself.

We end up in the bathroom, with her draped in a robe and sitting on the bathroom sink in front of me, my hands on either side of her. “Talk to me,” I urge because I don’t think right now is the time to tell her what I feel or what I want.

“I think Waters is winning, Adrian.”

And she’s right, I think. He is winning, but not for long.

“I think everything that happened tonight is for my benefit,” she adds. “I mean, obviously it was since the endgame is for me to drop out. But I don’t think Waters is threatening to take my parents down by way of exposing money laundering. I think he’s letting me know how easily he can get close to them. How easily he can hurt them. How easily he can kill them.”

And she’s not wrong, I think again.

Waters has made his point. He’s about to start filling body bags. Not that he hasn’t already, but this time, they’ll be people close to Pri.

Chapter Forty

ADRIAN

Pri and I remain in the bathroom, riding the high of sex, while the reality of choices that might mean life and death won’t let us go. “We’ll figure it out,” I promise.

“I listened to the recording my mother gave me,” she says. “It’s in my purse, wherever it is. I think I dropped it by the bedroom door. It said just what she said. It was a quid pro quo. Get me off the case or else. I’d hoped I’d recognize the voice of the man threatening my father but I didn’t. Maybe you will.” She hops off the counter before I can help her and dashes around me and out of the bathroom. I follow her to find her at the desk, her purse on top as she digs through it.

“Bingo,” she murmurs, holding up the recorder to show me before she sets it on the desk and presses play. I listen to the exchange between her father and this other man. The conversation goes as Pri and her mother led me to believe it would.

Pri watches me, hope in her face that I’ll recognize the voice, I offer a negative shake of my head.

“Damn,” she murmurs. “Damn it.”

I close the space between us and grab the recorder. “Let me