Our gazes are locked through the reflection. I watch her eyes flare as I cup her pussy, our skin separated by a thin scrap of lace.
I trace my index finger over the material, circling over her clit.
Outside, we hear Gideon’s raucous laughter. Skye tenses, but her hips buck forward, chasing my touch.
“Look at you, Skye. You’re soaking wet.” My fingers come to her nipple, pinching it through her dress. “Do you want Gideon to hear you come? I can make you scream my name.”
She moans at my words. I push the lace aside, and then I collect her wetness and circle it around her clit.
Skye grinds back against me. The movement nearly sends my finger inside her greedy body.
“Tell me what you want, Skye.”
She doesn’t answer.
“Beg for me.”
Her breathing accelerates, and I can hear the way she bites back her pleas.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll give it to you. I’d give you anything. All you have to do is ask.”
But she doesn’t answer.
She is so headstrong—so Skye—I want to bury my head into her neck, run my tongue along the column, and make her fall apart. Instead, I wink at her through the mirror, ten seconds from pulling my hard cock out and sinking inside her.
But I don’t.
I pull away, take a step back, and leave her panting in the bathroom.
It’s only fair, after all.
Since it’s her favorite place in the world.
Walking back to my seat, I can’t help but chuckle. The guys side-eye me, but I ignore them.
It’s a full five minutes before Skye returns to the seat across from me.
I lift a brow, browsing the menu without looking at her. “Do you have a problem?”
“Nope,” she mutters under her breath, leans back in her chair, and buckles her seat belt, closing her eyes.
Skye Matthews thinks she can fool me, but I know better.
I was right.
She didn’t sleep. At first, she had attitude, but it didn’t take her long to start to talk . . . to Gideon, not me. She’s still pissed at me for leaving her teetering on the edge.
Now that we are finally in the car in Miami, I tell her what’s going down. I’m going to take her to look at the site for the new building after my meeting. Then we will meet with the property developers.
We pull up to my residence first. It’s a newer purchase, made after I stepped into my current role in the business. However, even though I’ve only owned the residence since I was about eighteen, the area of Miami is where I spent half my childhood. Specifically, the land I’m considering buying. Before it was sold, it had been in my family for years.
“I need you to stay here while Gideon and I take a meeting.”
It will give her time to cool off. Drop the attitude.
“What do you expect me to do?” Her voice is clipped, and I know she’s still pissed.
“Go over the papers I have set up for you in my office. It has all the numbers and pricing for everything. Prepare for the meeting we have later with the realtors. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Okay,” she says as she steps out of my car, and three members of my team escort her into the house.
“Let’s go,” I say to Christopher, who’s driving.
Gideon turns from the passenger seat to look at me.
“Everything set?”
“Yes.”
Today, I hand over the last bit of control. Today, I introduce Gideon to my supplier. As merely the distributor, I keep all access points in my drug business private. That way, I can never be cut out.
I learned from a lot of former cartel associates about how to run my empire. I watched them, saw their mistakes, and adapted my uncle’s business to never make the same mistake.
The one and only mistake I ever made in this business was letting my personal vendetta lead my decisions. The road I’m about to take is dangerous. To mitigate the fallout, I’m handing over the empire to my right-hand man. That way, I only fight one battle at a time.
After today, Gideon will run this aspect of the business, and I will focus on taking Felix down for what he did so many years ago.
A while back, I stopped dealing with the cartel. All that is left of that part of the business is the pills. But after today, my legitimate business and my vengeance are all that remains.
Fifteen minutes later, we pull into the large estate of Emil Keller, the man who supplies me the MDMA he produces in his home country of Holland. Like all aspects of the business, Emil appears to be a successful business tycoon who owns a shopping mall in South Florida.
It’s a front.
He’s the son of the largest underground organization for ecstasy production in the EU. I know him because we went to boarding school together. That’s where my plan for mass power, corruption, and payback was established.
When I met Emil, his father made pills, and my family distributed coke. Years later, when I wanted to sever ties with the cartel, I got into business with him. However, as the opioid epidemic hit, I wasn’t the only one changing focus. Bernard was already a thorn in my side. First, my father’s enemy. Now mine.
But with Emil’s help, I made a big enough fortune to finally go after the man responsible for my fucked-up life. It will feel good when he confesses his role in my pain, and I can rid the world of him once and for all.
26
Skye
And here we are again, back in the car, driving to a location to buy.
I should think about all the paperwork I did, how everything is in order, but instead, I feel hot, achy, and needy.
My five minutes in the bathroom to calm down didn’t help. Nor the hour that he left me alone to do god knows what.
Nope. I will not let myself go there.
Think about why you’re here.
The land. The land. The land.
The price for the land is right, and as soon as I see the location and cross-check it against some stipulations in the contract over building rules and regulations in the area, I’ll most likely advise Tobias to sign.
With his hands. Hands that only hours ago played me like a fiddle. Strumming me until—
The land is prime Florida property.
Yep. It’s perfect.
Unlike how I feel right now.
Like I was left at the edge of a mountain, I’ll never be able to get off . . . pun intended.
With a shake of my head, I try to make myself remember why I’m here. For Tobias to buy this property.
It would be a great investment piece.
It’s on the water. Right now, the location is a teardown in Brickell, but the surrounding buildings are perfect. Beautiful high-rises.
While we walk outside, I can’t help but stop and admire the view. The Atlantic Ocean stretches into the horizon. Taking a deep inhale, I allow the salty air to calm my sexual frustration. A dip in the Atlantic might help. Doubtful though. Not unless it were thirty-three degrees and I’m doing a polar bear plunge.
“It’s beautiful,” Tobias says as he comes up behind me.
He’s standing close. Close enough that I can smell the faint smell of his cologne. It’s woodsy and fresh, and a complete contrast to the ocean air competing for my attention.
My heart starts to beat rapidly. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want him to see the lust in my eyes.