Page 29 of The Mobster’s Daughter (Massachusetts Mafia #2)

“What makes you think she’ll help us? Why wouldn’t she just turn us in? Maybe that’s what she’s doing right now, calling the police to tell them she has the woman who killed Bobby Corelli in custody.”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because she owes me a favor,” Grady said. “And she’s my friend.” He took a drink of his coffee. “Eat your waffles.”

Caitlin huffed, but she pulled her plate close and worked on the pile of waffles. They were almost gone before Francine returned to the table.

“Sokolov will meet with you,” she said. “Tonight, s even p.m.”

He shifted in his seat. “You can’t get him to see us an y sooner?”

Francine shook her head. “No. You’re lucky he agreed to meet. Trust me, it’s going to cost me.” She sat down, opened her purse, took out a pen and a receipt. She scribbled something on the back of it and slid it across the table to Grady.

“Do not be late,” she said. “He won’t wait. He has no patience.” She got to her feet and slung her purse over her shoulder. “I gotta go. Do me a favor? Call me when it’s over. Otherwise, I’ll worry you didn’t make it out in o ne piece.”

He smiled up at her. “I will.” He grabbed her hand. “And Francine? Thank you. I know how hard it was for you to do this.”

She bent over to kiss his cheek. “Consider my debt paid,” she whispered. She stood upright and grinned at Caitlin. “It was nice to meet you, young lady. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?” With that, she left.

She pushed her plate away. “So, now we wai t? Again.”

The front door of the restaurant opened, and two police officers entered. Grady waited until they were seated before he got up and threw money on the table.

“We wait, but not here,” he muttered. “ Let’s go.”

She took his extended hand and let him lead her outside to the car.

She didn’t know where they were going, so she stared out the window, watching the lights.

Ten minutes after they left, Grady turned into a large complex filled with office buildings, drove around the back, and parked under a tree, hiding them in th e shadows.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Close to where we’re meeting with Sokolov,” he replied.

“The O’Reilly family owns this building, along with a dozen more on the East Coast. When we need a legitimate address for something, we use one of them.

” He pointed at a door directly in front of them.

“That office right there is one we use frequently. I’ve got the alarm code.

Come on.” He got out of the car, went to the office door, and input the number into the keypad above the handle.

When the light flashed green, he pushed it open.

Inside, he entered another number into the keypad by the door, the alarm changing to “ Disarmed.”

“Come on in,” he said, opening it wide. “We can hide here until morning. I don’t want to chance checking into a hotel. I’m exhausted. I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours. I need to sleep.”

Overhead, an emergency light illuminated a reception area.

A built-in desk stretched from one end of the office to the other.

Leather chairs sat beneath blind-covered windows.

She followed Grady past the reception desk, through a door, and down a short hallway.

On her left were several offices, and on the right was a conference room with a table, chairs, and an enormous leather couch.

He entered the conference room and went straight to the couch.

Grady stretched out, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes.

Caitlin was antsy, anticipation and adrenaline combining to make her jittery. She didn’t know how he could be so calm when so much was at stake. She threw her tote bag on the table and tapped her hands against her legs as she paced back and forth in front of the couch.

“Can I ask you a question?” she said after a fe w minutes.

Grady sighed heavily. “I suppose.”

“What are you going to do when my father finds out about us?”

“Run,” h e mumbled.

“Haha, funny. I’m serious.”

“I don’t know. I’ve been a little busy trying to keep you alive, which you haven’t made easy by the way. I haven’t had time to think about it.”

“Are you going to tell him?” she asked.

Grady sat up. “I thought you said this thing between us would ne ver work?”

Caitlin perched on the edge of a chair, folded her hands in her lap, and squeezed them tight. She closed her eyes as she spoke. “It won’t. I want somebody to love me. I need somebody who loves me. If you don’t believe in love, how can we ever be together?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love, princess.” Grady rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe I needed to find someone I could love? I’ve been so jaded for so long, unable to trust anybody, pushing away every woman who crossed my path. U ntil you.”

“What are yo u saying?”

“You push all my god damn buttons. You purposely piss me off. Jesus Christ, you are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.

But there’s something about you I can’t resist. I’ve tried.

Everything about this … this thing between us is crazy and fucked up.

I don’t know what to do about it. I know I don’t enjoy thinking about life wit hout you. ”

Caitlin burst out of the chair, throwing herself at Grady, climbing into his lap and ki ssing him.

He grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “What are y ou doing?”

“That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she whispered. “I got caught up in th e moment.”

He released her hands, his hands sliding down her back to her ass. “Kiss me again.”

Caitlin giggled, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him. She licked his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth as he pulled her hips down against his, the erection trapped behind the zipper of his jeans pressing against her warm core. She squirmed, grinding ag ainst him.

Grady smacked her ass hard enough to sting, though not too much. “Sit still,” he muttered.

“No.” She wiggled, her knees pressing against the couch on either si de of him.

He spanked her again, sending a jolt of heat rushing through her. Caitlin grabbed the bottom of her shirt, yanked it over her head, and threw it aside.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

“Jesus, princess.” He attacked her, sucking dark marks all over her neck and chest. He unhooked her bra, slid it down her arms, and tossed it on the floor.

He took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pink tip before he sucked it between his lips and bit it gently.

He pinched the nipple of her other breast between his thumb and forefinger until Caitlin moaned obscenely.

Grady’s cock rubbed against her, noticeable even through the thin pajama pants she wore. God, she wanted him. De sperately.

“Grady,” s he gasped.

He stretched her out on the couch beneath him, pushing her legs open with his knee and settling between them.

She moaned as desire flowed through her and fire pooled in the pit of her stomach.

Caitlin fumbled with the button of his jeans, desperate to release him, to touch him.

Once she got his pants undone, she slipped her hand past the waistband and took ho ld of him.

Grady groaned, his hips moving as she stroked his heavy cock. He leaned on his forearm, tangled his fingers in her hair, and yanked off her pajamas and underwear with his f ree hand.

Grady’s hand was between her legs as soon as she kicked them off, cupping her sex and sliding a finger i nside her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess,” he murmured. He pressed his thumb against her clit as his finger moved, gently massaging her s weet spot.

Caitlin moaned and writhed beneath him. “I want you inside me,” she begged. “Now.” She clutched his hand, pushing her hips against it, desperate for more.

Grady chuckled. “Oh yeah, is that what you want?” Another finger eased into her, pumpin g wildly.

Her grip tightened on his hard shaft and her finger traced the thick vein on the underside of his cock as she rubbed her thumb acros s the tip.

He abruptly sat up, tore his shirt off, followed by his jeans and boxers. Then he was back between her open legs, entering her with one powerf ul thrust.

Caitlin gasped and her back arched as she opened herself to him. They moaned together as he entered her, his cock filling her c ompletely.

His thrusts were erratic, fast, and vigorous. She kept pace with him, her nails digging into his ass as he plunged into her repeatedly. They both panted with exertion, sweaty and desperate, bodies moving in sync, rushing toward that elusive peak of satisfaction. But it was good. So , so good.

Insanely aroused, it took almost no time for Grady to bring her to orgasm. It burst through her like an explosion of light and completely overwhelmed her. He wasn’t far behind, his hand tightening its grip on her hair a s he came.

He collapsed on top of her with a heavy sigh. After a few minutes, he lifted his head and kissed her. When he was done, he sat up, pulling her with him.

“When this is over, I promise you, I will figure something out,” he said. “I don’t know what yet, but I’ll think of s omething.”

Caitlin kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered.