Page 132 of Red Marked

“Thanks, Magma. I mean it.”

Shit!

“I know you do.” His tone changes. It goes easy, and I can hear the grin in it before he opens his mouth. “So. What are you going to do with yourself for the rest of the day? Now that the investigation has stalled and you have all this time on your hands.”

“Star and I are going to look into a few things.”

“What things?” The bastard is smiling.

“Things, Magma. I also have to conduct a couple of interviews this afternoon.”

“You already hired your Red.”

“Her name is Star. I need to go, Magma.” I end the call just as he starts laughing.

“Please don’t listen to anything he has to say. He’s also a little old-school. He needs to get more progressive.”

Star grins at me. “It’s fine. I am a Red.”

“My ex-boss can be an idiot,” I mutter.

“He’s giving you shit because he suspects that we’re having sex.”

I nod.

“It sounds like the two of you have a good relationship. He knows you well.”

“He—”

Star gasps. She grabs my forearm and points across the dash at a little place coming up on the left, with a striped awning and steam fogging the window.

“Can we grab some cappuccinos? Oh, please, Flint. You would make me so very happy.”

I look from her to the coffee shop.

Then I put on the turn signal and pull over.

“I want cream in mine, please. And maybe a huge glazed donut?” Her eyes are enormous. “Either pink or white…or even a jelly donut.” She makes a groaning noise I feel in my balls. “Look… They have them in the window. I can see them from here.” I’ve never seen anyone so excited about food. Is it weird that I find it sexy? Probably. “I’ll have a pink glazed donut with sprinkles.”

I am not surprised at all.

“No problem. You stay here. I’ll go in and get us some takeout.” I unclip my belt. “You can have the donut, with pleasure. But…”

“But what?” She’s already twisted around in her seat to face me. She’s frowning. “I’ll literally agree to anything.”

“Don’t say that…fuck!”

“You have a dirty mind, Flint.” She grins at me.

I smile back and nod because when it comes to this female, my mind is so far down the gutter it’s scary.

“What do you want in exchange for a donut?” She bites her lip.

“No moaning when you eat it. Not one sound.” I lean in. “I want you to save every single one of your moans for when my cock is inside you.”

Her pupils blow right up when I say it, and a soft puff of air leaves her.

“I won’t make a sound,” she says in a husky voice. “I promise.”