Free Until Death Do We Part (Sex and Vows #1) by Fiona Davenport

Alex’s team had a chance to do a snatch and grab. “London? When we met?”
    “Yeah,” he confirmed. “It was the first time Scarlett interfered with one of my missions.”
    “You really shouldn’t complain,” I chided. “I left you the ledger, after all.” My boss knew another team had been sent in and wasn’t far behind me. It was easier to leave the ledger to them after I’d eliminated Pierce and made a clean getaway.
    “Gee, thanks,” he groused. “But you also left a mess behind since we had some questions to ask Pierce about his mafia ties.”
    “You snooze you lose,” I joked. “If you’d managed to gain access to him before me, then I guess you wouldn’t have had that problem.” And I would have had a bigger one, since I would have failed a mission .
    His gaze dropped to my tits, filling with appreciation. “I think you had a slight advantage that time around. You had just the right assets to lure a reclusive target into a meeting.”
    I swatted at his arm. “If by assets you mean my brain and my knowledge of fine arts, then yes, I did.”
    “Let’s put your big,” he paused to slide his hands up to cup my breasts, “brain to good use and figure out where Heron’s hiding.”
    “Just so long as you don’t think this is me proving myself to you,” I replied, sliding my hand down his side and moving over to cup his dick. “Because Scarlett doesn’t need to prove herself to anyone.”
    His thumbs slid over my nipples, making them stiffen into hardened nubs. In retaliation, I squeezed his cock lightly, feeling it harden in my palm. “You sure you don’t have anything to prove to me? Like maybe how fucking gorgeous you are as you cry out my name while you come?”
    I tugged him towards the bed. The search for Heron was going to have to wait a little while. I had a husband who needed fucking first. A girl had to have her priorities after all.

Chapter 6
Alex
    E vie was lacing up her boots while I re-packed our bug out bags when my cell phone started ringing. My other phone. Son of a bitch. I knew who would be on the line.
    I picked it up and pressed the accept button. “Justice,” I barked.
    “Relax, mate. It’s Colin.”
    I was relieved the caller wasn’t Donovan, but was still on edge, wary of why he was calling. “You have something for me?”
    “You left me quite a mess to take care of,” he muttered, his irritation evident. “Lucky for you, Martin and I handled it before it was brought to anyone else’s attention. We scrubbed all the traffic cam footage and sent in a sanitizer to clean things up.”
    “Thanks.” Colin had put his ass on the line to keep this situation under control and me out of the dog house with the higher ups. “I owe you.”
    “And, I’ll definitely be collecting. It’s not the only reason I’m calling though, I’ve got a lead for you. Well, someone who can get one for you, anyway.”
    Colin gave me the name and address for an old CI of his, someone who was out of the game but still had their ear to the ground.
    “She went legit a few years back, but she still hears things and will pass them along for the right price.”
    I ran over my reserves in my head, I’d had to grease quite a few palms to find Heron the first time. “I don’t think I have enough, where is the nearest drop site?”
    The sound of clicking came across the line before he replied. “I would say you might not need it, but I’m aware how pussy-whipped you are by your wife.” I snorted but didn’t otherwise respond. If what I had with my Evie was considered pussy-whipped, they could tattoo it on my forehead and I’d wear it proudly. He ignored me and continued, “There is one a little over eight kilometers from your current location. It’s a used book store, look for a first edition James Bond novel, it’s in a compartment just above.”
    “Bond?” I asked drily. “Really?”
    Colin chuckled. “Whoever set it up had a sense of humor. Give me half an hour to get a