Vanquish (Deliver 2)

“—can't do that,” Livana said. “Are you there?”

“Yeah, honey. I dropped the phone. Start over.”

“Did you threaten Danny Taylor?”

Oh, that. “I didn't threaten him. I simply enlightened him.”

Amber straightened, shaking her head and licking the corner of her curved mouth, the vixen.

“Mom already said I could go to the dance.” Livana's voice pierced through the phone, cool and sure and just like Liv's.

By mom, she meant Mr. E's widow, Carolyn Eary, her legal guardian who raised her from birth and still provided the roof over her head.

What had started out as Liv introducing him as a family friend was now a unique, and often delicate, arrangement. He'd spent a lot of time with Carolyn in those first few months, feeling her out. When he finally revealed his identity, she was understandably skeptical of his intentions. But he'd proved himself as he'd done with Liv, and a year after he'd met Livana, Carolyn told her whom her biological parents were.

Livana knew nothing of their criminal history, but she did know how to play all three of them to get what she wanted. Carolyn was a fucking pushover. He was a drill sergeant. But Liv was the wild card.

“What did Liv say?”

“She said to ask you.”

“I didn't hear you ask.”

Even irritated, her sigh was the sweetest damned sound. “Daddy, can I please go to the dance?”

“You're too young.”

“I'm twelve!”

He dug a toothpick from his pocket and slid it into his mouth. He was done jogging for the night. Amber was in the midst of another erotic stretch and his focus was shit. “You can go, and I will chaperone.”

A long pause. “Ugh. Fine.”

Well, that was easy. Maybe she didn't realize he would be at her side the entire evening. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He pocketed the phone and scanned the park for a spot that would offer the most privacy. When an outcrop of rocks up ahead caught his eye, he gripped Amber's hand and led her to them.

Behind the cover of a huge boulder, he pressed her against the flat surface and kissed her deeply and thoroughly. “Go to the dance with me, Mrs. Quiso.”

She answered by returning his kiss and flicking her tongue wildly and aggressively. They'd been married for two years, but every day felt like a honeymoon. He ran his hands up her spandex-clad thighs, cupped the hard muscles of her ass, and caressed the soft curves with his fingers.

Yeah, sex in a public park wasn’t the best idea for a guy who wanted to remain under the radar. But as she flexed her hips, tangled her tongue with his, and aroused every nerve-ending in his body, his only thought was Yes.

She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head, her tits tumbling over the cage of her sports bra. Jesus. Whether in shackles and hanging naked from a tree or seconds away from losing her panties in a park, her ability to shock and awe him was infinite.

Curling her arms around his shoulders, she rose up on tiptoes to meet his gaze with bright eyes. “Still want to put a baby inside me? Fifty-percent chance you'll get another girl.”

“I'll take anything you give me.” He ground the aching ridge of his erection against the V of her thighs. “Right now, you’re going to give me something wet and tight. Turn around. Arms above your head.”