"Please, Scott. I need you inside me!"

"Not until you open your eyes and look at me as I come home."

Slowly her eyes fluttered open. He could see the almost drugged look of her arousal as he pressed the head of his cock inside her. She closed eyes and moaned. He stopped moving.

"Open your eyes, Cat, or I'm pulling out."

"No!"

"Cat! I'm not kidding. I want to see your eyes welcoming me home. I need to know you want this as much as I do."

Cat opened her eyes and looked at Scott. She could see the strain on his face as he held himself still. She could see how much he wanted to move and how much he needed her approval.

Smiling, she looked up at him. "I have never wanted anything more."

She had said the right thing. He plunged fully into her and paused. They both smiled at the rightness of the feeling. Then he smiled wickedly at her and reached down, pulling her legs up over his forearms, leaving her open and helpless as he plunged wildly into her.

Over and over and over, his balls slapping hard at her ass, he rode her like a madman. It wasn't long before she felt yet another orgasm build. It was only with him that she'd ever been multi-orgasmic. This one hit her like a tsunami, with wave after wave of sensation washing over her.

It was only when it was winding down that she felt his body go rigid as his own completion took over.

She wondered if she fell asleep or blacked out from the pleasure, but when she opened her eyes again, she was tucked under the covers with Scott spooning her from the rear. And speaking of rear, she could feel Scott's hard cock pressing against hers. She shifted in his arms.

"Scott, you awake?"

"Nope."

"Oh, I guess you don't want me to do anything about this?" She reached down and fisted his cock.

He rolled onto his back. "Well, if you insist." He grinned. "Ride me, cowgirl!"

Cat wasn't sure what time it was when she heard the sound of a phone vibrating on her nightstand. She felt Scott roll over and pick it up. He didn't say much, but she could read his tone and body language.

"I have to go."

"I know."

"We didn't get a chance to talk."

"Do we need to?"

"You know we do. Look, Cat. What happened four years ago... what's happening now... I promise you, there's a good explanation for why I did what I did and what I'm doing now."

"I'm waiting."

"I can't tell you yet. But soon, very soon."

Cat sagged back against the pillow. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But history was against them. There was more at stake this time, though. She scrambled to her knees, holding the sheet up to her chest. What she had to say, she didn't want to be naked when she said it.

"Scott, if that's your real name..."

"It is."

"Scott, whatever you are involved in... is it dangerous?"

"Maybe."

"Look, if you hurt my sister, I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth and make you pay. Do you understand me?"

"I do, and I can promise you that I would never hurt Maggie. And I'll never hurt you again. Things are coming to a head, and I should be able to tell you everything in a week, ten days at the most. Promise."

8.

When she woke up again, the room was bright and she was alone in bed. She knew without checking that he was gone. She stretched and rolled over on her side and checked the clock. Ugh, it was almost ten. She had a ton of things to get done. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. If she'd had any thoughts that last night was a dream, the remains of three condom wrappers would have settled things, as would the pleasant soreness of her muscles and other places.

She was tired and considered a nap, but she had things to do including lunch plans with Lexi, Rhonda, and Nicole.

She always had a great time with her friends. After they'd ordered lunch, Lexi had them all laughing with stories about what it was like working undercover at a daycare.

"I got pooped on and peed on. A lot." She laughed and shook her head.

"Hey, I get that most days at work. No sure what your complaint is." Nicole was a vet. "And most of yours don't bite."

"No body fluids for me, except maybe tears." Rhonda chuckled, "that's why I don't do many weddings anymore. And it isn't just bridezillas. Groomzillas, too, and even worse, mother-of-the-bridezillas. They are the absolute worst."

"So what are you up to, Cat? We saw you head off last night with the yummy Mr. Scott Weston. Judging by the dark circles under your eyes and the smile on your face, the two of you hit it off?"

"Damned investigative reporter!" Cat laughed. "Can't keep any secrets from you. Look, ladies. I'm not quite ready to talk about me and Scott. Hell, I'm not even sure if there's a me and Scott to talk about. And speaking of investigative reporting, and yes, I'm deliberately trying to change the subject, what else are you up to, Lexi?"

She looked imploringly at her friend. Lexi laughed and brought up a topic she'd been researching. "You know Chicago's legendary history with the mob, right?"

"Sure, who hasn't heard of Al Capone and the many, many others who came after him?" Rhonda declared.

"Are you doing a story on the mob?" Rhonda's tone showed concern. "That sounds pretty dangerous."

Lexi sighed. "I'd love to do a story on the mob, but you are right, it is too dangerous. But I'm hoping to do a story on..." she paused and looked around, but they were seated on the patio well away from anyone who could possibly overhear, "The FBI and the work they are doing to stop a mob family from ramping up their businesses here in Chicago. Rumor has it that they've got an agent working undercover as part of the investigation.

"The Augustinos are a local family that used to be big in all the rackets, but they have been on the straight and narrow for a lot of years now. Word has it that one of the younger generation, a nephew or something, wants to bring back the family's glory days. I don't have all the details.

"Anyway, from what I hear, this nephew is trying to get something started to get in good with a gang from the east. He's starting out by laundering money for them, with plans to grow into distributing illegal drugs and prostitution once he proves himself. And he's doing it old school, using legitimate, well-established businesses as fronts."

Cat felt her stomach churn. Money laundering. That's what Scott had been involved in before. She lost track of the conversation for a few minutes while her fears ate at her as she mulled over what Lexi said.

"Wait, you said there's an FBI agent undercover? Are you sure? What do you know about him?"

"Not much. They brought him in from the Seattle office. Apparently, he specialized in going deep undercover for long periods of time. I think his last undercover job was supposed to be the last, but he was persuaded to do one more since this assignment is fairly short term, from what I hear. I know the local Special Agent in Charge, and he's talked to his bosses and they think a story by me, as long as I keep the agent's name confidential, could be some good publicity for the Bureau."

"And you think this will happen soon?"

"I've been told that the agent should be ready to talk to me in a week to ten days at the most."

Cat let the conversation swirl around her again. She'd heard almost the exact same words just this morning. Suddenly her whole world view changed and came into focus.

Hell, it all made sense. Scott was a Fed. He was undercover. And now he was here investigating the mob, money laundering... Rick?

Oh, god. What would it do to Maggie if it turned out that Rick was involved with the mob? No, wait. Scott was pretending to be old friends with Rick, which meant Rick probably knew who he was. Had Rick been the one to call the FBI? Was he being threatened by the mob? If Rick was one of the bad guys, they would have come up with a better story, one that would fool Cat, who knew exactly where Scott had been four years earlier.

Crap. Her head hurt.

Either way, her sister was at risk. Hell, Night and Day was at risk.

When she zoned back in, the conversation had moved on to the training that Rhonda and Nicole were doing at Club Hades. They'd had their first two training sessions and were swooning over their training Doms, brothers who both shared a love of kink.

"They are both tall, dark, and handsome, and they are firefighters. That's why they weren't at the restaurant yesterday. They were both on shift."

"Seriously, Rhonda, firefighters? Do they have a calendar?" she teased.

"Steve is Mr. January and Eric is Mr. March in the upcoming calendar. I'll send you a copy for Christmas!"

"I can't wait. And I'm so happy for your guys. But tell me this... they work together, train submissives together... do they do anything else together? Hmm?"

Everyone laughed.

"Not everything. No menage. They've made it clear they aren't into that, thank goodness. I love you like a sister, Rhonda, but I have no desire for me and Steve to join you and Ron in group sex."

"Right back at you, Nicole!"

Cat shook her head and laughed. "If it makes you happy, but no one's ever beating my ass!"

"Don't knock it until you've tried it, Cat. Even if you aren't into serious kink like we are, a good spanking can be quite the turn-on."

"I'll take your word for it, Lexi. Now, who's having dessert?"

Forty-five minutes later, and with a super-sized giant sundae with hot fudge, caramel, and bits of brownie split among the four of them, they were sitting back in their seats, groaning.

"I can't believe we finished all of that!" Cat declared. "I'm going to have to walk home to start working it off."

The others looked at their watches and hurried off to their own appointments. Cat started toward her condo, then impulsively changed directions. She wanted to swing by Night and Day and take a look at the books, and maybe just look around the office in general. The place was open for breakfast and lunch on Mondays, but closed at two since there was no dinner service. She'd have it all to herself.

Like she had on Friday, and at almost the same time, Cat approached from the alley. The restaurant was closed and she didn't want to go in through the front, in case people assumed that she was opening up. She nodded to a few people, but moved quickly so no one could stop her to chat.

She saw Mr. Augustino behind his shop having his usual afternoon smoke right on schedule. She waved but kept walking, pretending not to notice as he gestured at her.

Augustino? She hoped that he wasn't connected to the mobster that Lexi had talked about. He did have a huge extended family. If it was a relative, she hoped it was a distant one. He was a nice man, and she'd hate to see him hurt.

Half an hour later, she was in the restaurant office, computer on and files open in front of her. She had no idea what she was hoping to find. She flipped through the last few months' financials, but everything looked normal. No large unexplained payments. Monthly income steady. Expenses steady. Hell, would she even know what to look for?

She looked around the office and noticed the file cabinet with the personnel files. She pulled out their last few hires. From what Lexi had said, sometimes the mobsters got jobs in legitimate companies to get their feet in the door, and then took over.

They didn't have a lot of turnover. In the last six months, there had only been five hires, and four were university students who waited tables. The fifth was Tomas Onyschuk. She opened his file. He had worked as a chef for six different establishments in the last three years. Why on earth had Rick hired him? Had it been a pity hire? He'd joined just before they lost their head chef. He'd hired on as sous chef, a step down from what he had been doing before.