“Ahh, yes! Shit!”
His orgasm roared through him like a tornado, leveling him with its raw power. Breaking him down, leaving him devastated — but in a fantastic way. He filled Emma with his cum, spasm after spasm. Suddenly Lan stiffened and gave a shout, finding his release as well. Nicole cried out, and Blaze cracked his eyes open to see Lan’s fingers working her clit, bringing her relief.
Spent, they remained in place, breathing hard, trembling in the afterglow of their orgasms. A part of Blaze wished they could stay like this indefinitely, and he regretted it when Lan pulled out and Emma climbed off. His disappointment, however, was tempered by his lady snuggling into his side and giving him a thorough kiss, love shining on her face.
“You were beautiful,” she said softly. “I had no idea you’d allow the things we did.”
“Baby, I’d do just about anything to make you happy.” He grinned. “And I enjoyed the hell out of it, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“I could, and I’m glad. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
The hope in her expression melted him.
Wrung out, he drifted off to the sounds of Lan and Nicole heading to the bathroom, laughing together. He wished tonight would last forever.
Just like his love for Emma.
The chirping of his cell phone pulled Blaze reluctantly from his nice dream of bending Emma over his kitchen table, poofing it to mist. “Damn it.”
For a moment, he blinked at his surroundings in vague alarm, not recognizing them. But then the evening rushed back to him, curving his mouth upward at the memory.
Unfortunately, reliving them would have to wait. Careful not to awaken the others, he slid from the bed and followed the noise out into the hallway. Yep, he’d left the thing downstairs in his pants, and whoever was on the other end wasn’t giving up until he answered. However, by the time he fumbled in the darkness all the way down and found the device, it had gone to voice mail. Checking the missed calls, he winced and hit dial. Instantly, Ozzie’s strident voice blasted his ear.
“Christ, man, I thought those two had ax-murdered you both! Are you going to stay in there all damned night? Some of us would like to get some sleep.”
“Sorry, Oz,” he said, and meant it. “I had every intention of slipping off to call you guys and tell you to call it a night, and I fell asleep.”
“Glad
“Jeez, sorry. You know, there’s always Willis…”
“Fuck you, shithead. I wouldn’t touch his ugly ass with latex gloves and wearing a hazard suit.” A protest of “Hey!” sounded in the background, and Ozzie relented some. “Just sayin’.”
Blaze brought them back to the point. “You guys can go. If there’s anything to find here, we’ll locate it, but I doubt that’ll happen. These two are innocent victims, I’m positive.”
“Famous last words. Anyway, there’s another reason I need to talk to you. Our bugs we placed in Kosta’s office are doing their job. We caught a damning conversation between him and Dietz, and Kosta was dumb enough to mention the money going into the Liberation’s fund.”
Blaze pumped his fist. “Yes! Anything else? We’re going to need more, like the location of that damned weapon.”
“Not yet, but you need to watch your back. Kosta told Dietz he has a new investor — you — but he also said he’s suspicious of you. Said there’s something about you he can’t put his finger on, and Dietz told him to dig deeper.”
His elation deflated some. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah. Be real careful, my friend.”
“I will. Get some rest. Or some pussy, then some rest.”
“Yeah, right.” A click signaled the end of their little chat.
Blaze sighed and flipped the phone shut, reaching for his pants. After dragging them on he listened, and heard nothing except the soft tick of a clock from somewhere. He stuck his phone into the back pocket, along with his penlight, and studied his surroundings, wishing he dared turn on a lamp. He could probably explain it away, but it was best to leave the house dark, or the glow might bring someone to check.
The house was so big that he fervently hoped his hunch was correct and the office was on the ground floor, perhaps off the living room. He found the dining room and kitchen first, then tried the opposite direction. One sunroom and a storage closet later, he found Lan’s spacious office. In the moonlight, he could make out a computer on a large desk, a file cabinet, and a hutch filled with what appeared to be awards and trinkets.
He considered the file cabinet, but he knew few people filed incriminating papers like in the old days. A person’s computer was the most likely place to find the most immediate, damning information — if there was any.
Wiggling the mouse, he was glad to see the computer had been asleep instead of turned off. The screen came to life, presenting a wallpaper scene of a mountain and river, little icons lined up in rows. That the man hadn’t password-protected his screen spoke volumes; either Lan was a fatally stupid criminal, or he was innocent. Blaze doubted he was an idiot.
He launched Internet Explorer and waited, ears tuned in for noises. Finding his e-mail was easy — as with many folks he simply closed the program without logging off. Child’s play to scroll through and read them.
But other than the usual hodgepodge of business correspondence from his employees — seemed Lan was a CEO and a more powerful man than he let on — and jokes from friends, there was nothing. Not even an e-mail from one of Kosta’s other contacts that would enable Blaze to get an e-mail addy to trace.
Dietz and his minions weren’t stupid, but he’d get them. Somehow.
Blaze closed out and put the computer back to sleep. He was thinking of searching the file cabinet anyway when the overhead light suddenly flicked on. He squinted against the glare, letting his eyes adjust.
His gut sank to see Lan dressed in cargo shorts, standing in the doorway to the office, handsome face a study of barely restrained fury.
“I think it’s time you tell me who the fuck you really are, and what you hope to find by searching my office.”
Fifteen
Blaze pushed a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling a billion years old. “Come in, close the door, and I’ll try to explain as best as I can.”
Lan gaped at him, incredulous. “You’re summoning me into my own office where you’ll
“Please, Lan. Come in and hear me out.”
The other man moved inside and closed the door. “This had better be good, or I’m calling the police. In fact, I probably should, anyway—”
“No. You really don’t want to do that — trust me.”
“Are you threatening me?”
He shook his head. “It’s not me you have to worry about. I need to ask you… have you ever wondered what Kosta and his cronies are really doing with your millions?”
