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  “Ahh… being pampered by criminals is so much better than digging in their asses. I want your job instead of mine. Is it too late for a career change?”

  There’s no way Princess Ellison could hang with my kind of criminals. “You should definitely look into it.”

  “Seriously, is everything okay? You don’t sound like your usual self.” She knows me so well.

  “No, but is it ever?”

  “Can you tell me what’s wrong or is it top secret?”

  I can give Elli a portion of this story. The other part will have to be fictitious. “I’ve met someone.”

  “Bleu! You have to tell me everything! Is he handsome? Rich? When did you meet him? And how?”

  “Yes. Yes. Not long ago. And in a bar.”

  “Ooh… exciting. Tell me more.”

  “He’s Scottish.”

  “Shut up! You’re in Scotland?”

  “I didn’t say that.” This job isn’t FBI-related so I think I can divulge a little more information than usual. “But yes, I am.”

  “Oh… you’re in love with a Scotsman.” I did not say I was in love. “Do you orgasm every time he speaks?”

  “Almost.”

  “Does he wear anything under his kilt? I hear real Scotsmen don’t.” Leave it to Elli to ask something like that.

  “Sorry. No kilt.”

  “Well, that’s disappointing.”

  Tell me about it. I’d probably have an orgasm and die if I saw Sin wearing one. “I’ve only seen him in a suit. But he looks hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire.”

  “Ooh, sista… that’s some serious hot.” She has no idea.

  “So… I sort of have a reason for calling.”

  “You’re gonna do it with him, aren’t you?” She giggles. “Or are you already doing it?”

  God, she sounds like a teenager. “Gonna.”

  She squeals loudly enough, I have to take the phone away from my ear. “Then I know you are seriously crazy about this guy if you’re finally giving it up.” Well, not exactly.

  “I’m scared.” That part’s no lie.

  “Does he treat you well?”

  He’s been good to me for the short amount of time we’ve known one another. One might not expect that from a man like Sin who’s accustomed to using women only for his own pleasure. “So far. He’s patient, kind, and very eager to please me.” The eager to please isn’t exactly voluntary.

  “Then he’ll take care of you in bed.” She’s right. I’ve worked it out so this will probably be the best first-time experience anyone could have.

  “What should I expect?” I feel so juvenile.

  “It’s been a while but I remember it was sharp at first and then it ached, almost like a cramping sensation. It didn’t really feel too good but you have to remember that my first time was with Chris. He didn’t know shit from Shinola.”

  “I’m positive Sinclair will know shit from Shinola.”

  “Ooh… you’re gonna be getting it on a with a Scotsman called Sinclair. I think I’m jealous.”

  “Everyone calls him Sin.”

  “Even better.”

  Elli had quite the blossoming romance before I left. “Tell me about your doctor friend.”

  “Yeah… that’s not gonna be working out.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I didn’t want to join him with his… partner.”

  What does that mean? “Partner, as in the one from his medical practice, or partner, as in he had another girlfriend?”

  “Neither.”

  “Ohh.”

  “Yeah. I was never down with a threesome but I didn’t think much of it when he asked. I was unconcerned because I thought most guys had fantasies about being with two women at once. I found out it wasn’t a woman he wanted to bring in and it made me start suspecting if the threesome was really a twosome and I was the spectator. So I told him to fuck off.”

  Wow. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m mostly sorry because I have to see him at work. It’s awkward. I’m afraid he’s gonna tell somebody. He’s afraid I’m gonna tell everybody. I’m thinking of transferring out of the ER so I don’t have to see him anymore.”

  “You shouldn’t have to give up a job you like because of him.”

  “It has less to do with him and more to do with me being burned out.”

  “Then you should look for another job.”

  “It’s not just my job. I’m tired of Memphis in general. I’d leave if Dad weren’t sick.”

  “I talked to him a couple days ago. He sounded like he felt good.” But I can never tell over the phone.

  “He’s doing well. Looking good. Says he feels better than he has in weeks.”

  I feel so guilty for not being with him but at least everything is going okay. “He has a burner. Use it to contact me if anything happens.”

  “I will.”

  “I’m not kidding. Don’t hesitate to call. Something happens and I’m on the first plane back.”

  “I know you will be.”

  “I’ve gotta run.” I have to be at work in an hour. “Thanks for the talk. I feel much better.”

  “Go get ’im, tiger.” Elli growls.

  My sister has no idea I’m more like a tiger than she thinks. I’m a predator and Sin is my prey. And I’m gonna get ’im good.

  Chapter 8

  Sinclair Breckenridge

  It’s been two days since I saw Bleu and I crave her company. My work performance is suffering because she’s the only thing on my mind. That’s why I’m going to the bar tonight instead of doing research for my case. My desire to see her is a fixation I can no longer control.

  I’m already seated at my table when her eyes meet mine from across the room. Her expression transforms from one of boredom to what I perceive as happiness. I think it’s a sign we’re equally delighted about seeing one another.

  She doesn’t take her eyes from mine as she closes the distance. “Good evening, Mr. Breckenridge. How may I serve you?”

  “I can think of quite a few ways but they’re all rather naughty. I’d better keep them to myself since I still have to wait three days until I can convince you to perform them.” I place my foot on the chair across from me and push it away from the table. “Sit with me a while.”

  “Delayed gratification, Breck. It’s something you know nothing about—but you will. You won’t soon forget the satisfaction it’s going to bring you.”

  Breck? That’s a new one.

  I once took great pleasure in taking a woman to bed but my accident stole that indulgence from me years ago. I settle for quick fucks because I’m forced to hide a secret no one from my world can know. But Bleu isn’t a part of this life.

  She’s going to discover this thing I hide when I take her into my bed. I have no idea how she’ll respond. I only know I want to find out.

  “May I bring you some instant gratification? Maybe a JW?”

  I nod. “I’ll take it if that’s all I can get.”

  She laughs as she gets up to fetch my whisky. “You’re worse than a child.”

  I’m watching the sway of her hips when I hear Leith’s voice. “Why don’t you fuck her already and get it over with?”

  I force my eyes away from Bleu’s arse. “Who says I haven’t?”

  “You’re still interested. It’s a dead giveaway.”

  He knows me so well. “She’s making me wait.” I laugh.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  Leith is only one of two people I’d tell about my arrangement with Bleu. “She won’t give me a quick fuck.”

  “Then find one who will.”

  That’s exactly what I usually do but there’s a problem with that plan. “I don’t want to move on. I’m obsessed with having her and she’s going to give herself to me… but on her terms.”

  “Which are?”

  I give Leith the short version of where Bleu and I stand. “Don’t be stupid. You’ve kept this on the down-low
for six years. Take her to bed and it’s a secret no more. She could tell anyone.”

  She’s not conspiring against me or The Fellowship. “She’s alone in Scotland. She has no one to tell.”

  “One person. That’s all it takes.”

  Bleu returns with my drink, ending my debate with Leith.

  “We’ll finish this conversation another time.”

  “Whatever.” Leith waits until Bleu leaves to finish. “I came over to tell you there’s a girl here to see you. She’s waiting in my office.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Declan Stuart’s sister.”

  “Her brother’s atonement is scheduled for the mornin’ and I’m his handler.” And I know why she’s here—to offer sex in exchange for her loved one’s punishment.

  I down my whisky. “Do me a favor. Make sure Bleu doesn’t find her way into your office while I’m with Miss Stuart.”

  “Sure.”

  I go into Leith’s office and the female version of Declan is sitting on the leather sofa—the exact spot where I’ve fucked so many just like her. “Mr. Breckenridge. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

  “Well, you are.”

  “I’m Christie Stuart, Declan’s sister. I’ve come to talk with you about my brother’s beating that’s scheduled for tomorrow.”

  A beating? I think she’s trying to be dramatic. “It’s called atonement. It’s retribution for his wrongdoing. He stole from The Fellowship. I’m sure you’re aware that isn’t tolerated.”

  “It isn’t his fault. He took the drugs and sold them because I needed money. He did it for me so I could attend the dance academy. It’s been my dream since I was a little girl to be a ballerina.”

  “I don’t care why he stole from me, twinkle toes.”

  “I have the money.” She takes a stack of bills from her handbag and places them on the desk. “Will you take it back and call off the atonement?”

  “I’ll gladly take back what was stolen from me but your brother will still be punished.” Returning the money must feel like a stupid move now. “No one wrongs the brotherhood and walks away unscathed.”

  “Please, don’t hurt him. It’s my fault he stole from you.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  She reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, baring herself from the waist up. She isn’t wearing a bra but she doesn’t have to. Her tits are perfect. “Maybe we could settle his debt another way.”

  And here we go.

  This isn’t the first time someone’s sister, girlfriend, or wife has offered to fuck in exchange for a lesser punishment or dismissal. I’ve done it countless times—taken them up on their offer only to inform them once it’s over that the punishment will continue as planned.

  I’d do it again today if I weren’t opting out for my upcoming delayed gratification with Bleu. I’ve put too much work—and waiting—into her to jeopardize it now with a quickie. “Sorry. It’s nonnegotiable.”

  “Please,” she begs.

  “Put your shirt back on and leave.” Before Bleu comes back here.

  She unzips her skirt and lets it fall before she comes toward me. “I’ll let you fuck me any way you want and I won’t make a sound.”

  Shocking. I’m not the least bit turned on by this woman’s advances. It doesn’t do it for me when Bleu’s offer holds far more promise of satisfaction. “I’m not doing this. Put your clothes back on.”

  The door to Leith’s office bursts open without warning and Bleu comes in like an angry tempest. “Really, Sinclair? We’re back to this again?”

  Fucking perfect!

  “This isn’t what it looks like.” Well, that’s not entirely right. It’s exactly what it looks like except I told her no.

  “I’m not stupid, despite what you might think.” She storms away but calls out over her shoulder, “You can forget our plans for later this week. I’ll find someone else who can give me the things I need. Leith seems pretty eager to try.”

  Not happening. No one touches Bleu but me.

  “Put your clothes on right now. After you’re dressed, go out there and fix this or I’ll make sure your brother dies tomorrow.”

  “You can’t kill Declan for stealing.”

  She obviously doesn’t know me. “I’ve killed for much less,” I say. “Have Bleu come back to the office after you’re finished fixing the shit you’ve stirred.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Five minutes pass. Then ten. Bleu doesn’t return to the office so I call the front. “Is there a blond woman still talking to Bleu?”

  “No, sir. She left a while ago but Bleu’s here. She’s sitting at your table with Mr. Duncan.”

  She has another thing coming if she thinks she’s going to replace me so easily. “Tell her I said I want to see her in the office right now.”

  “Aye, sir.”

  A moment later, she’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Come in and shut the door.” She gives me a sharp look and doesn’t move. She’s a stubborn one, that Bonny Bleu. “Please.”

  A moment later she does as I ask. “And lock it. Please.”

  She looks at me with narrowed eyes. “There’s no need.”

  “We’ll require a moment of privacy so we may discuss what just happened.”

  She pushes the lock on the door. “You mean you want to talk about me finding you with a naked woman in a compromising situation?”

  “I was not compromised. It was all her. She’s the one who took off her clothes and tried to get me to fuck her.”

  “I made the decision to let you have me. It wasn’t one I took lightly so excuse me if I’m offended by your less than stellar behavior.”

  Her brow is creased, eyes cast downward. I think her bottom lip may even be slightly protruding.

  My God, she’s pouting. I hate when women do that, except her. It’s beautiful, and it’s all for me. “Do I need to remind you it was an attempt—an unsuccessful one?”

  “I believe you but we should be clear about one thing. I want no further misunderstandings. You’ll share your body with no one as long as I’m giving myself to you.”

  Ahh… she’s a possessive little vixen. It’s hot. “I don’t know if I can wait three more days to have you.”

  “Keep imagining how good it’s going to be when you finally do. The taste of the remaining apple will keep you going.”

  I drive Bleu home from work and we’re kissing like crazy at her front door. I glide one of my hands under her work blouse and cup her lace-clad breast. My thumb grazes her nipple back and forth until it becomes rigid beneath my touch.

  She’s allowing me quite a bit more freedom tonight so maybe I won’t be waiting until Thursday after all. “Let me take you home with me.” I trail my lips over her jawline until my mouth reaches her earlobe. I suck it between my teeth, tugging gently, and her body bends to me. “There’s really no need to wait three days to experience pleasure when we can start tonight.”

  I move my hand between her thighs, rubbing up and down. “I swear I’ll make it all about you. The only thing I need is a chance.” She grasps my wrist. At first, I think she’s going to push it away but then I realize she’s moving it to a more pleasurable spot. “I don’t think you want to wait, either.”

  I’m waiting for her reply when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

  Dammit. I’m not a man with the luxury of avoiding calls. If someone’s calling this late, it’s important.

  I take my hands off Bleu so I can retrieve my phone. It’s Dad. Something is going on. “I’m sorry. I have to take this.”

  “Aye, Dad?”

  “William Calhoun’s been arrested. Rodrick is already on his way but you need to be down there with him.”

  This is how my life will be very soon—getting calls at all hours of the night to handle whatever legal messes the brothers have gotten into. “Now?”

  “I need you there thirty minutes ago. I don’t trust Cal
houn. He has a problem with keeping his mouth shut. The bastard better hope they don’t talk him into saying anything he’ll regret later.”

  Well, my fun with Bleu is over—at least for tonight. “I’m in Old Town but I’m leaving now. I’ll let you know how things go.”

  I need to touch her again before I go so I glide my hands over her arse and pull her against me. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and then release it. “I really don’t want to leave you.”

  “Then don’t.”

  This is painful. “I have to.”

  “Will I see you tomorrow?”

  “Maybe.” I’m already behind on the case I was assigned and I’m sure this new mess isn’t going to help. “Probably not. I’m already really behind with work. I shouldn’t have come tonight but I couldn’t stay away. I was going crazy.”

  “Don’t act as though you’ve been bewitched.” She laughs. “You came because you were hoping to get laid.”

  “A guy can hope.” I grin and shrug. “Were you going to say yes?” I really think I was about to get a shag.

  “Doesn’t matter now. You’re getting a kiss goodnight instead.”

  That’s a yes. Dammit, I was so close to banging her. I may get William Calhoun out of the slammer just so I can beat the shit out of him.

  “Three days.” I kiss her lips one last time before I go. “Be ready.”

  Chapter 9

  Bleu MacAllister

  Tonight’s the night. I’ve been preparing myself for this since I made the decision to use Sinclair as collateral damage. Getting off won’t be enough. Anyone can do that for him. He has to experience the unexpected and like it enough to keep coming back for more. Could there be anything better than an untouched virgin in his bed?

  I think not.

  My hair is down with the ends loosely curled. Sin’s never seen it that way. It goes perfectly with the tight, black dress I’m wearing. The hair, the outfit, the shoes… they make me feel confident and sexy—like I could seduce a saint. I suppose it’s all a bit much since Sin is certainly no saint and wouldn’t resist my sexual advances, even if I were on fire.