“Sir, we don’t know if he’s armed with explosives,” said a security guard.
“I know this man,” Colton said to hotel security. “Please stand him up so I can speak with him.”
“We need to wait until the police arrive with the Explosives Unit.”
“Lance, are you carrying explosives?” Colton asked.
“No, I’m not,” said Lance.
“Let’s get some answers. Stand him up,” said Colton.
“You’ll have to wait,” said the guard.
“No, I don’t,” Colton growled. “Stand him up, now.”
The security team spoke amongst themselves, then pulled Lance to his feet. After patting him down, the armed guards confirmed he had no additional weapons or explosives. Lance’s rumpled clothing and matted hair was nothing when compared to the stench of liquor emanating from him.
Colton placed a firm hand on his shoulder while security stood with their weapons drawn. “Lance, what’s going on?”
“You ruined my life,” Lance replied.
“Have you been drinking?”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Drugs, too?”
“Some pills, smoked a little weed.”
Colton raked his hand through his hair. “Did you ever get clean?”
“No.”
“When I bought out your shares, you received millions. What happened to all that money?”
“Long gone, man.” Lance glared at him. “You forced me out of my company.”
“No. I bought you out and saved your organization from bankruptcy. Do you remember our deal?”
Lance’s head dropped. “You’d sell me back my shares when I got clean and sober.”
“I’m still waiting to do that. Get clean, Lance.” Colton slid his business card into Lance’s shirt pocket. “The next time you contact me, use the damn phone.”
After speaking with security, Colton handed his business card to the one in charge, then addressed the crowd as Lance was hauled away. “Who wrestled him to the ground?”
“I did,” replied a middle-aged man sporting a shock of gray hair.
Colton walked over and extended his hand. “Richard, I’m indebted. Thank you.”
Richard shook it. “Paybacks will be steep, my friend.”
“Call my office after the holidays and we’ll set up a meeting.” Shifting his attention to the group, he painted on a smile and tried looking relaxed. Somewhat of a challenge after an assassination attempt though.
“That’s enough excitement for one evening, don’t you agree? Thank you all for attending and safe travels.” He scanned the crowd. “Where’s my Brigit?” Calling Brigit his sounded damn good.
With rosy cheeks, she stepped forward and gave him the cutest smile. Had she liked that or was she relieved to get the hell out of there?
As soon as he clasped her hand, he relaxed. He’d been convinced Montgomery was trying to kill him. When he saw Lance on the ground, he knew he could manage the crisis. Walking briskly through the lobby, they slipped into a waiting elevator. Before the doors fully closed, Colton pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Rising on her tiptoes, Brigit wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. The doors slid open. Dammit, they’d reached the tenth floor too quickly. He ended the kiss. She pulled away as they stepped into the hushed hallway.
“This way.” She tugged him toward their suites.
She stopped in front of her suite and inserted her key. “Goodnight, Colton. You did a good thing, tonight. Two, actually.” Without waiting for his reply, she vanished behind the closed door. Colton smiled. She wasn’t getting away so easily.
He entered his suite and draped his jacket on the back of the chair, untied his black bow tie and unfastened the top button of his shirt. Time to unwind. He deserved it. That event was almost a year in the making. At the moment, though, he had more pressing things on his mind.
Brigit.
Dealing with Lance had left him off-kilter. He strode into the bathroom and splashed water on his face. After drying off, he opened the door to the adjoining suite and knocked. Time for some fun, Ms. Farnay.
No answer. He knocked again. Nothing. He texted Brigit. Sleeping?
Within seconds his phone lit up. Who wants to know?
A secret admirer.
She didn’t respond. He lifted the cradle and called the front desk. “Brigit Farnay’s room. It’s under the name Colton Mitus. She’s in the suite next to mine.”
“Yes, sir. Please hold.” After three rings, he hung up and left his room. He knew exactly where Brigit was.
Alone at the bar, she sipped her champagne. He slid onto the stool next to her. “Are you buying?”
“Sure. Put it on my room tab, under the name Mitus.”
He smiled. “Drinking alone?”
“Meet my buddy, Mr. Bubbly.” She tipped the liquid into her mouth.
“Seriously, I don’t want to intrude.” If she’d wanted him to join her, she’d have asked.
A coy smile lit up her eyes. “You’re resourceful. I knew you’d find me.”
“Consider yourself found.” He ordered a glass of the hotel’s best scotch, neat.
“Congratulations. Tonight was a huge success.”
“What an ending, huh?”
“No one got hurt and that’s what counts.”
They sat in a comfortable silence. The scotch took the edge off, but staring at Brigit brought the heat. When they’d drained their glasses, she ordered a second glass for them both. “You like to drink,” he said.
“I like to forget. This helps blur the lines.” She took a long draw of champagne.
He moved a tendril from her face, then ran his hand over her bare shoulder. “Who are you running from?”
After setting her glass on the napkin, she tilted her face to peek at him. “Things I can’t change, no matter how much I drink. What about you, Colton? What demons haunt you?”
Being a buzzkill would ruin their evening. He shook his head. “Can I buy you another glass?”
Shaking her head, she said, “I’m heading upstairs. Care to join me?”
He couldn’t get off that barstool fast enough. They entered the elevator and rode in a sizzling silence. The doors spilled open and they hastened down the quiet hallway. Colton made no assumptions when it came to Brigit, but he had to believe that was an invitation. Wasn’t it?
She stopped in front of her suite. “See you.” And again she vanished behind her door.
Damn that woman. Reading her was impossible. Fine, he’d go to Burke’s Playroom. He was too pent-up to sleep and he needed a lot more than his pathetic hand. He wanted the curves of a woman and the warmth of her supple body. And he needed that woman to be Brigit.
She doesn’t care what I need.
He slid his key into the slot, opened the door and entered his living room. His suite door banged shut behind him as the adjoining door to Brigit’s suite opened.
In three strides, he entered and snaked his arms around her back, pulling her close. Their mouths connected and they deepened the kiss.
This. This was exactly where he needed to be.
Their passionate kissing continued until his balls ached. But damn if he couldn’t kiss her for days and still not have his fill of her. Panting, he unzipped her dress and it crumpled to the ground. She started to pull away from him. “No, leave the dress,” he growled.
“It’s worth a fortune,” she whispered between gasps for breath.
“Fuck the dress.” He continued kissing her.
She abruptly ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “No, fuck me. And make it good.”
36
The Good Stuff
Good?
Brigit Farnay was going to get fucking fantastic. With her help, he shed his clothing, whisked her into his arms and laid her on her bed. Still in her heels, she scrambled out and scooted into her bathroom.
“Was it something I said?” he called.
She retu
rned with an unopened box of condoms. “I came prepared.” With a smirk, she kicked off her stilettos, pulled back the linens, and tumbled into bed.
“I’m impressed, considering you haven’t left the mansion.”
“Shut up and kiss me, will ya?” She tore off a packet and ripped open the seal. She lifted it with dainty fingers and waggled her eyebrows. “The fun starts when you let me sliiiiiide this on you.”
Her playful mood lifted his spirits. “Happy to oblige, ma’am.” She unrolled it over his erection and he planked over her. “You are crazy beautiful, so fucking sexy and too damn fun, you know that?”
“I only know what you tell me and since you won’t stop talking, I’m going to have to make you.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled him to her opening. “Now get inside me.”
He gazed into her eyes, leaned down to kiss her and slid inside. Her hot, slick core gobbled him up and he didn’t stop until he was locked in place.
“Oh, you feel soooo good.” She opened her heavy-lidded eyes.
She felt fucking amazing. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I already did.” She raised her hands over her head, rested them on the pillows, and spread her legs wider. “Fuck me, Colton.”
Somehow this woman could make him forget he was sitting in the eye of the storm in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. On a long, satisfied moan, Colton withdrew and thrust, pausing to latch onto her erect nipple. Sucking and biting her tender flesh, he met her bucking hips with another thrust and another until her groans shifted to growls and her fingernails scraped his back.
When he kissed her, their tongues met in an explosion of thrusting and sucking as they picked up speed. The harder he thrust, the more she unleashed her inner savage.
“Hell, I’m gonna come already,” he growled. “Stop.”
“No, no stopping,” she panted. “You asked me what I want and this is what I want. I need to lose myself in you.”
He slid one hand under her ass and lifted her off the mattress, letting him sink farther on his next thrust. “You. Feel. Incredible.”
She wrapped her legs around his back and bit his lip. Groaning, he came so hard, his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Catching his breath, he opened his eyes.
“Make me come, Colton.” Her throaty voice was filled with need.
He lay next to her and took her other nipple into his mouth while he found her opening and caressed her folds with his fingers.
She rubbed her clit and threw her leg over his. “Harder. Finger-fuck me.”
Brigit Farnay wasn’t sugar and spice and everything nice. She had a wild side. Colton slid his fingers inside her dripping sex and found her G-spot.
“Oh, yeah, like that. That feels great.”
While gently rubbing, he kissed her and drove his tongue into her mouth. She writhed and moaned. Her free hand trailed his shoulder and down his arm. And then she started bucking and convulsing, her cries of ecstasy making him hard all over again.
When she stopped, she relaxed into the mattress. Through half-opened eyes, she gave him the tiniest smile. “I liked that,” she whispered.
He eased his fingers out. “Ditto.”
They lay quietly for several moments, lost in their temporary bliss. Then, she rolled toward him. “I want to tell you two things.”
“Okay,” he murmured.
“Going forward, no matter what happens, do not let Montgomery win.”
Facing her, he asked, “Why do you care so much, Brigit?”
“I’m not sure if I’m the best judge of character, but there’s something about that man that’s pure evil.”
Yes, there is. “You have my word.” He kissed her. “What’s the second thing?”
“I want to give you a blow job in the worst way.”
He shot her a smile. “Now you have my undivided attention.”
“It’s not your attention I want.” She gave his thickening penis a playful squeeze.
After cleaning himself in the bathroom, he returned to bed. She crawled on top and kissed him, then gazed into his eyes. As he caressed her beautiful, rounded ass, she ran her fingers through his hair and down his cheek. Something had changed in the way she looked at him. A tender kiss to his shoulder turned ravenous when she bit him. And his groan elicited a saucy smile from her. Her touch aroused him in more ways than the physical. Letting the anticipation build, she inched her way down his torso, either dropping seductive kisses or dragging her tongue along his skin.
With her gaze pinned on his, she placed her lips around his head and twirled her tongue over it. “Oh, Christ, Brigit.”
With her hand anchored around his shaft, she opened her mouth and took him inside, closed her lips over his head and tongued his soft flesh. He loved blow jobs. Before Brigit, it had been years since he’d let a woman suck him. Oral sex was intimate. Fucking was impersonal and that was the way he liked his sex. But he could get damn well used to her mouth around his cock.
Her beautiful, sexy mouth.
Her long, throaty moan sent arousal pounding through him. “Mmm, you taste good,” she whispered when his juices seeped into her mouth. She took him farther in, then cupped his balls and rubbed them softly in her palm.
“Ah, Brigit, you feel so fucking good.”
She sucked him harder and faster, her moans and coos turning into growls and guttural groans. Her head-bobbing frenzy had him racing toward another orgasm.
He squeezed her shoulders. “I’m gonna come.”
On a groan, she deep-throated him. With her lips firmly around his cock, he exploded. Euphoria spread over him, replacing loathing with ecstasy. Like a rare delicacy she swallowed him down then slowly crawled up his body, kissing his abdomen and chest, neck and jawline.
Gazing into her eyes, he murmured, “I’m a changed man. You’re amazing.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.
She kissed him back, letting her supple lips linger on his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured.
“Let me hold you.”
“No sleeping.”
“Yes.” There was no way he could pull an all-nighter.
“I have nightmares,” she whispered.
The fear in her eyes tore at his guts. For the first time, she’d let him in a little. He kissed her forehead. “I’ll protect you. All night.”
For several long seconds, she stared into his eyes. What was she searching for? Slowly her expression softened and she laid her head on his chest. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her so close she was almost on top of him. Her nestled body felt right. Within minutes, her breathing changed and she fell asleep. After meeting Montgomery and dealing with Lance’s assassination attempt, Brigit had managed to replace his rage with peace.
This woman mattered. So. Fucking. Much.
37
Hostile Takeover
“That motherfucker!” Colton’s expletive broke the late-morning silence as his hands rolled into fists.
Five days had passed since Montgomery’s threat. Colton had held out false hope that MobiCom would slither away. No such luck. With his no-interest loan in place, production of Crockett Boxes had begun. The initial shipment was expected in January. MobiCom’s aggressive move was their full-tilt attempt to take control.
Brigit flew into his office. “What is it?”
“MobiCom issued a press release and jumped on social media.” Colton shoved out of his chair so hard it slammed against the wall. “They’ve gone directly to Francesco shareholders offering eight percent premium on the current share price.”
“Oh, God, no. They’re gunning for a hostile takeover.”
“And with that kind of incentive, there’s no reason why every stockholder won’t sell.” Colton strode to the window.
“They’ll take control with majority shares. We have to stop this, Colton.”
“Yes, we most certainly do!” Marjorie McAllister stood in Colton’s doorway with Vonn towering behind he
r.
“Glad you’re here,” Colton said. “Thank you, Vonn.”
As Marjorie shuffled in, Vonn parked her computer bag on a conference chair, then left.
“Yesterday, Dobb began touting reasons why the acquisition is the best and most profitable move for both organizations,” said Marjorie. “Brainwashed idiot.”
“I didn’t know you were coming,” Brigit said.
“Ready to help us figure this out?” Marjorie bear-hugged her.
“Absolutely,” Brigit said.
Colton buzzed Shane for their continental breakfast.
“Vonn whisked me here before I could sneak a nicotine hit.” Marjorie lifted a packet of cigarettes from her handbag. “Smoke out front?”
“I have a patio outside my office.” Brigit looped her arm through Marjorie’s and headed into her office.
While Colton checked email and returned a call, Shane delivered a pot of coffee, a fruit salad and homemade pastries fresh from the oven.
As Colton opened his French door to join them, he heard Marjorie say, “Does he know?” She blew out an audible breath of smoke.
Hidden by the high, thick fire-engine-red hedges separating his stone patio from Brigit’s, he listened.
“No,” Brigit replied.
“Are you going to tell him?”
“It’s only a matter of time before he finds out.”
“How do you think he’ll take it?” Marjorie asked.
“Under the circumstances, not well. Not well at all.”
Colton retreated inside, quietly closed the door then raked his hand through his hair. What the hell? Is Brigit pregnant? He’d worn condoms. One of them must have torn. Why hadn’t she told him? Why confide in a woman she’d just met? Suddenly, the strangest feeling came over him. He wanted to protect her and their unborn child. He’d make sure she took better care of herself. No more alcohol for you, young lady.
The two women bustled past Colton.
“Let’s get started.” Marjorie poured herself coffee. “What’s wrong, Colton? You’re ghostly white.”
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