Her brows furrow, giving me a questioning look.
In one swift motion, I roll on top of her and a giggle escapes from her. “I need to take you to the shower and fuck you.” I fake looking at the nonexistent watch on my wrist. “Approximately ten more times, before I can think of getting on a plane with your gorgeous ass nestled close to me.”
Taylor smiles, shaking her head. “You’re insatiable.”
“Oh. You have no idea, Hellhound.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aries
ThelaceofTaylor’slong black dress drapes slightly over my leg.
My hands grip my thighs as I fight the urge to pull her into my lap and completely drown myself in her to escape my mind.
The car moves through the busy streets of New York City and I can’t help but steal a glance at the beautiful woman next to me.
After the anger wore off from finding out Taylor was secretly investigating my disappearance despite me asking her to stop, I wasn’t at all surprised to see how much she was able to dig up.
Taylor is the best of the best, and I should have seen it coming that she wasn’t going to stop looking.
Taylor had an entire portfolio as if she had been building it for years and after devouring her a thousand ways to Sunday, we sat in my bed as she went through every piece of information she found.
Neman Security. A large security corporation based out of New York City. What they were doing with a house in the middle of rural Canada, I have no clue.
The company consists of hundreds of employees, but Taylor narrowed it down to the three owners of the firm.
Marcus, Thomas, and Howard. A father and his two sons. The company has been in the Neman family for generations and has clients as high profile as members of the Italian Mafia.
Now what does a security company want with me? I once again have no freaking clue.
Taylor and I barely slept for days, trying to figure out any possible connection. Granted, most of the time was spent naked, but whoever says mixing work with pleasure is a recipe for disaster clearly has never had the pleasure of meeting a butterfly covered, smart-mouthed goddess like Taylor.
Our determination shined as much as our dire need for each other and after looking through their entire client profile and finding zero connection between Braveheart and Neman Security, we moved onto the head players in the corporation.
We quickly found out that Howard, the father, wasn’t involved. He has been on his deathbed for months due to terminal lung cancer. And with the speed and agility of the kicks the masked asshole delivered to me, there was no way a man dying of cancer was responsible for that.
After coming up empty-handed with the others, we figured the charity masquerade ball in New York City was an opportunity to see what lies behind the walls of a perfectly orchestrated digital fingerprint.
Leaving the second I was cleared for missions was not in the cards, but I’d be a fool to pass up the only lead we have had since my disappearance last fall.
And personally, I could use a break from the Clubhouse and a night away from nosy ass mother fuckers that want to know the ins and out of Taylor and I’s relationship. Tucker being the biggest gossip clown of all.
Taylor and I arrived in the city late last night and were so exhausted, falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. I was out all day doing recon on tonight's event and the moment I stepped into the hotel room to get ready; I was stunned by Taylor’s effortless beauty.
Her long dark hair cascaded down the back of a dress made of lace and fabric that covered her breasts with a deep V showing off her intricate tattoos. The dress looks like it’s made for a gothic princess and it fits Taylor perfectly. I was lost in a trance, captivated and practically pinching myself that the girl I have loved for years was finally mine.
The moment she spun around and her bright green eyes met mine, my mood shifted from grateful and pure awe, to the dire need to say fuck this mission and take the dress off her slowly, but I couldn’t.
We have been looking for the asshole that changed my life forever for months, and now this is our chance to see how he works. Whomever he may be.
Movement catches my eye and I see Taylor shifting in her seat, the slit of her floor-length black dress falling open, revealing toned legs full of vines and butterflies.
I take a deep breath and grip my legs tighter, but it's useless because her sweet perfume fills my nose.
My eyes close as I try to get a grip, but the second her voice filters through the air, I am a puddle.
“Ace, you okay?” Her hand grips my thigh and I can’t help myself.
