Cash Money (Bad Money #4) by Ali Parker Page B

top of her. "You're a damn liar. I remember our first time. Your fear over not being able to take me was fucking hot."
    He bucked his hips and drove into her as she swatted at him and laughed loudly, needing the moment far more than she realized.
    "I did not. I was scared I might not know when we started fucking because you were so tiny, itsy-bitsy." She laughed as he growled loudly and thrusted again.
    "You're such a bitch. I love it." He moved down and pressed his lips to her breasts, tugging at her and tightening his hands around her waist. "God, I love you, baby. You might not realize it, but you're everything I want in a woman."
    Kate ran her fingers through his hair and watched him as he worshiped her with soft sensual movements. "You deserve better. Way better." She touched his cheek and gave him a sad smile. "You know you do."
    "No, but you do." He moved back up and forced her legs open so that he could settle in between them. "I'm gonna make this right. Start working on trusting me. We need that between us. I'd do anything for you, Kate, and I know you would for me too. What you gave up for my freedom with Victor sickens me that you felt the need to save me, but I'd do it in a heartbeat too."
    "Dammit. Did Marcus tell you that?" She growled and pushed at his chest. "You weren't supposed to know about that shit."
    He pulled her hands high above her head and dry humped her slowly, using his entire body to spread tingles across her skin.
    "Well, I do know. I've never been loved so much by someone. I'm going to make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives." He leaned down and nuzzled her. "Start letting Marcus go, Kate. There's not room for us both."
    She started to respond as the smell of smoke filled her senses. "Fuck! The meat."
    Jon jumped up like his ass was on fire and ran into the kitchen as she followed him. The noodles had boiled over and the ground hamburger was black.
    He laughed and looked over his shoulder. "Looks like take out. Chinese?"
    She rolled her eyes and grabbed his keys. "I guess. You and your shitty cooking skills."
    "Me? Oh, hell no."
    She squealed as she turned and raced for the front door with Jon hot on her heels. It was a night that wasn't like any other she'd experienced. It wasn't about being tough or even being right. It was about simply being her.
    It had the power to change everything.

Chapter 13
    Marcus
     
     
     
    "Do you know anything about these people?" Zak asked as they rode in the back of the taxi to meet Demetri on the west side of Chicago at an Italian restaurant named Gino's.
    "No, but Jeffery said they were an old school syndicate, not that the kid would know his ass from a hole in the ground, but whatever. What do we have to lose?" Marcus glanced over at Zak. "We meet with them and see what they're looking for and what we have to offer, then we get back on a plane and mull the shit over."
    "All right. Old school as in mafia structure?" Zak lifted his eyebrow.
    "I guess. I think it's more about family, respect and honor, though they're just as nefarious as we are." Marcus chuckled and leaned forward to address the cabbie. "How much longer?"
    "Right up here, sir. Sorry traffic was so bad. Just the time of day here when people get out for a long lunch." He glanced over his shoulder and smiled.
    The car stopped, and Marcus paid the man before getting out and walking with Zak into the quaint restaurant. It was packed with people and the line was halfway out the door.
    "I'm sure he has our name on a list," Marcus mumbled and moved forward to talk with the hostess. Sure enough, Demetri had a room reserved in the back, and Marcus was ushered through the crowd with Zak right behind him. "He doesn't know you're coming, so let me introduce you as my associate."
    "Sure. Whatever you want." Zak stepped up beside him as they moved into the large, empty room. A tall guy with broad shoulders and a deep accent stood at the far end of the room with his back to them, barking into the