Free Mercy by HelenKay Dimon Page B

“But I need the power circles you move in to make this work.”
    He tried not to touch her, but she wasn’t making that easy. With all the sifting and bouncing, her breast brushed against his cheek and now pressed against his chest.
    He cleared his throat, but it didn’t do anything to stop the erotic dance playing in his head or the swelling of his cock right beneath her. “You mean you want my Holton Woods client list.”
    With her hands planted on the headboard she leaned in closer. “Possibly.”
    Sweet hell
. Her scent wrapped around him, and his body jerked when her wetness pressed against his thigh.
    “You’ve lost your mind.” And he was two seconds away from losing his.
    “I’m desperate.”
    His hands went to her hips. He had to slow this down, if only to grab a second condom. “Apparently.”
    “And I am willing to give you whatever you need to help me.” She said the words while trailing a line of kisses down his throat.
    “You mentioned my need for revenge. What do you do if all investigative roads lead to me?”
    She lifted her head, slipped her fingers through his hair. “Are you trying to kill me, Jarrett?”
    He was a fucking dead man
. “You aren’t going to control this situation or me.”
    She pushed up on her knees. With a hand on the back of his head, she brought her nipple to his mouth. “We’ll see.”
    •   •   •
    Wade groaned as he rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. His head spun, so he grabbed on to the mattress to keep from tipping back over.
    Eli had drained every ounce of energy from his body. Even now Wade looked down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh and tried to remember when his pants came off. Eli’s mouth and hands. The sex was a wild ride that had Wade hooked.
    “One more round.” Elijah’s sleepy voice echoed through the room with his favorite refrain.
    Wade already expected his legs to wobble when he stood up. “Another round and you’ll have to carry me downstairs.”
    Eli laughed, something he rarely did. “That would be interesting.”
    “I’m trying to imagine what the club patrons would say.” Wade didn’t hide his sexuality, but he didn’t advertise it either. Once or twice club members had come on to him and he shut that down fast. No way was he screwing with the folks he served.
    When he leaned forward, thinking he’d get up, Eli stopped him with a hand on the arm. “Don’t leave yet.”
    A second later his palm skimmed over Wade’s back. Fingers traveled down his spine to the top of his ass. Then lips pressed against his bare hip.
    The man had the stamina of a boy half his age.
    Wade twisted around to look at his lover. Eli rested on his side as his tongue licked over Wade’s skin. The exhaustion so prevalent when he tried to sit up less than a minute ago vanished. His body revved to life and he had to smile at how quickly his mind turned from
I can’t move
to
I want him again.
    Still, he held on to common sense this time. Knowing Jarrett didn’t accept “having good sex with Eli” as an excuse for being late opening the club helped. “I can’t.”
    Eli leaned back and stared up at Wade. “Are you too sore?”
    He rubbed his palm over Eli’s upper arm, tracing the line of his muscle with his finger. “I’m good.”
    “You’re fucking great, but that’s not news.” Eli dropped back against the pillows in a sprawl.
    “You’re talking about the sex, I’m assuming.”
    Eli’s dark-eyed gaze toured Wade’s face. “In part.”
    Defining their time together as something more than sex? That was new. “Really?”
    “I know I can be a shit.”
    “True.”
    “Thinking about Becca being in the same building makes me crazed and this situation . . .” Eli exhaled long and loud as his hand fell back against the pillow. “I’m just saying you’re the one good thing I have going now.”
    Wade hated that the words meant so much, but Eli rarely opened up. Only in bed did he lower his defenses. He