Her fingers moved again, this time to the front of his trousers. His breath hissed out of his throat as she grasped the zipper with her thumb and index finger, opening the front of his trousers. He’d dressed hastily, pulling on clothes without bothering with underwear, and his cock, already hard and ferocious, sprang free. Her palm covered him, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.

His breath caught in his throat and he held himself very still, grateful for the years of discipline that taught him control.

“I’d like to talk to you in private, Evangeline,” Brice pleaded.

“No.” Alonzo made that clear, his voice a soft whip.

Timur and Sevastyan both moved very subtly, just enough to draw attention to their very silent presence.

Brice bit back a curse. “I was working on something that had nothing to do with Alonzo Massi, although the moment I saw him in there, I knew you were in danger. Do you have any idea who this man is?”

“Brice,” Reeve, his partner, cautioned.

“No.” Brice shook off the warning hand on his shoulder. “She needs to know who she’s in bed with.”

Alonzo’s leopard roared with rage. What if she listens to him? It was the same question Alonzo asked himself. He had tried to tell her about his past. He’d never shared that with anyone.

Her thumb moved to the broad head of his cock, smearing the drops of anticipation all over the crown. She sighed and abruptly pulled her hand out from under the blanket, shifted toward him and brought her knees up.

“Who Alonzo is, is my man.” She brought her open hand up to cover her mouth.

“Antonio Arnotto owned this estate,” Brice snapped. “He was as dirty as he could get. One of the big bosses. I’m talking mafia, Evangeline. Running guns. Prostitution. Drugs. Not a good man. He had people murdered. Your man worked for him as one of his soldiers. Probably an enforcer. In case you didn’t know, that’s a man who makes someone the boss points at die.”

Her hand slipped back under the blanket, palm wrapping tightly around him. Her palm was wet and she pumped her fist in a slow glide up his shaft and then back down. She was killing him. Pleasure burst through him, radiating out from his cock to his belly and down his thighs. Her touch could do that, but it was so much more than her hand on him. It was the fact that she would give him pleasure secretly in a room filled with cops. Cops telling her things that should make her run. She wasn’t running, she was snuggled into him, her hand working him slowly.