Jose's Surrender Remmy Duchene (i am malala young readers edition .TXT) 📖

minute." Ronin laughed, placing two loaded plates to the table. "He had to work."

"What does he do?"

"FBI."

José thanked Ronin for the plate and placed his fork against the edge of it. "Really? I've never met an FBI agent, or rather, the family of one before. Does he like it?"

"I don't think he could do anything else." Ronin stopped moving for a second in what looked to be contemplation before he smiled and shook his head. "As a matter of fact… I know he couldn't do anything else."

José watched Ronin place a steaming cup of tea in front of him before sitting down. They ate in relative

silence, the sound of forks scraping the plates periodically interrupting the silence.

"I brought you the pictures of the place," José said.

He couldn't take the blue of Ronin's eyes digging through him anymore. "I know it's not the same as seeing the place firsthand but it will have to do. The safety guys don't want anyone in the building right now apart from their workers.

Before I met with my team, I went in and got these done."

"They'll do fine," Ronin replied. "I only wanted to see the colors you were using and get a feel for what you guys thought of when you first saw the place."

"What?"

"What?"

José laughed. "You're staring."

"Am I? I'm sorry."

"The contract is in here as well, along with some other papers for the finance department—that kind of thing… okay, what?"

"I'm staring again, aren't I?" Ronin asked with a small smile. "I'm sorry." Ronin rose and picked up his plate.

José lifted a brow as the man made to walk by him.

Instinctively, he reached out, catching Ronin's arm to stop him. A sharp burst of fire traced his arm all the way through his body. He didn't know why he did it and didn't

know what would happen.

"I don't know why I did that…" José's voice was small. He felt like a complete moron. All he had to do was drop off the papers, contract, and pictures and run. Now he knew how Ronin's hair-covered arm felt like against his palm and wanted more. He slid his hand up Ronin's arm, prolonging the connection, basking in the electricity. He dropped the napkin he was holding in his free hand and pushed up from the chair.

"Shit," he muttered. He'd never been tongue-tied around a man before. He was always open and ready. Now he stood before Ronin, the kind of man he couldn't dream would go anywhere near his bed, feeling like he was just dipped in liquid sunshine and hung out wet.

"You don't know?" Ronin's voice was thick, raspy, and so sexy. "I do."

Ronin moved so quickly, José didn't have time to even realize what was happening. There was a clunk from Ronin's plate as it fell against the table. The noise was burned into José's brain from his childhood when he would put a glass plate against his mother's glass table.

Ronin took his lips then, hot and rough. José opened his mouth to gasp in surprise and Ronin shoved his tongue into José's mouth. Panting and praying for sanity, José tangled the fingers of one hand around Ronin's neck,

arched into the strong man's arms, and groaned when Ronin's nipple piercings squeezed into his chest. His mind instantly went to what else Ronin might have pierced. The images made José's mouth water. He whimpered, allowing this man to dominate him, to drink greedily from his lips while giving him so much pleasure his knees went weak. It wasn't just a simple kiss—José knew he was being partially plundered and so help him he loved every breathtaking feel of it. Ronin sank his teeth into José's lower lip. José groaned, grinding his now hard cock into the front of Ronin's pants. He wanted Ronin to touch it—maybe even pull it into his mouth. But he was so caught up in being kissed he just couldn't move. Something hit the ground hard but José couldn't focus.

It was Ronin who pulled back first, breathing heavily. He moved in again, this time it was a short kiss.

"You should go now," Ronin advised.

José was weak, dazed, and turned on. He nodded numbly. Glancing down, he realized it was his cell that had fallen. He picked it up, took one more look at Ronin, and left the house.

Chapter Five

José was disgusted with himself. When it came to men he never walked on eggshells. He saw a man he wanted, he went after him. But Ronin was different.

"I did a bad thing!" José barged into Anatolis' back room and flopped onto the sofa. Savaro and Rajan looked up at him. Both had the same quizzical look on their faces.

"Oh-kay." Savaro was the first of the two brothers to speak. "What did you do?"

"Er… He doesn't need bail since he's here," Rajan pointed out. "So it must mean you need help moving a body. We probably should call X for this."

"Stop being a dick." José pouted, folding his arms and slipping deeper into the seat. Still he couldn't help the smile that passed his lips at his friends' teasing. "I really need some help here."

"Oh boy. He looks serious." Savaro slipped from behind his desk to sit beside José. "Start at the beginning."

José held his breath for a moment in an attempt to steady his nerves. He eyed the bottle of whiskey on the wine shelf but couldn't take a drink since he was driving.

Looking from Rajan to Savaro, he pressed his knees together and explained what happened. The whole story seemed to tumble from his mouth in one long breath. When

he stopped, he panted for air. José did go for a drink then.

He bypassed the whiskey and grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge. The brothers behind him whistled low and he turned to look at them. Wringing the cap from the bottle, he leaned heavily against the fridge and took a long drink.

"I mean, now what do I