"PLEASE," I SAID breathlessly as my desire grew higher as he sucked on one nipple, slipping his hand between my legs and exploring further with his thumb. I hear his belt unbuckle and the tearing of foil before he pushed his thigh between my legs, spreading me wide, urging me to wrap them around his waist.

Ghost raised his head to look me in the eye. "Is this what you want, angel?" He murmured as I clung onto him.

My back was against the wall - literally and figuratively. "No foreplay. F*ck me now."

He curses under his breath and pushes inside me. Withdrawing slowly, he slammed into me again, taking my breath away with the force of it. Ghost f*cks me faster, pulling me down against him and holding me against his chest.

Somehow, we both needed this, needing to get over the attraction between us and it felt so right. He doesn't slow down, kissing me hard. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair so I was completely at his mercy as he moved inside me. The adrenaline and lust built until I couldn't take it anymore.

I was pushed over the edge, climaxing while I moaned Ghost's name as he promised. I couldn't focus on anything but my release that was hitting me hard. However, Ghost's voice cut through the fog as his whispered in my ear.

"Round two?"

*****

I was sprawled over Ghost's chest as we laid in his bed, barely covered by the sheets. His fingers trailed my spine lazily while we were both silent in thought. Did I have regrets? No. I had to get it out my system.

More than once.

The sound of my phone vibrating caused my to raise my head and pick it up . On the screen, Dad was written and my eyes met gold one as I debated picking up.

"Do you want me to go?" Ghost offered, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed, sitting up. "No. It's fine." Answering the call, I put the phone in my ear. "Hey, dad."

The director responded. "What's your progress?"

"Fine. I'm fine."

"Any information? We need a lead now, Malia."

"I don't have anything," I admitted guilty. "I haven't confirmed anything-"

"Malia," he said seriously. "I didn't send you there to f*ck around. Do your job or I'll give this case to someone else."

"I am. I just... haven't confirmed anything."

"Well, hurry up. Harry is close to finding De Vil. You have till next week."

"That's not-" I started but was cut short when the phone beeped indicating he hung up. I closed my eyes, frustrated. He wasn't wrong. I had nothing to bring to the table especially with no evidence.

"What did he say?" Ghost pulled me towards him so I was straddling his hips. The position only made it harder to lie to his face.

"He's worried that I haven't got a proper job."

"He doesn't know you work of the FBI?" He asked.

"No." I kept my focus on his tattoos as I spoke. "He wouldn't approve."

"Interesting." Ghost ran his hand down my side until it rested on my thigh. "As much as I want to entertain this made up story, I have things to do."

"What?"

He smirked. "I'm not stupid. I've been through your phone and I'm pretty sure that's not your dad but keep lying. I'll pretend I believe you."

I glared, annoyed and moved off him so I was standing beside the bed. "You went through my phone?" I growled, putting on his shirt.

"I don't trust you, angel. It's not a coincidence you're following me around Vegas."

"It goes both ways," I said, folding my arms.

"I bought you some clothes. They're in the closet."

"Don't change the topic."

"We can argue about that anytime," he replied dismissively. "Get dressed. We have people to see downstairs."

"Like who?"

Ghost paused carefully before speaking. "No one important. It's more of a social for members to intimidate each other and show off their latest whore."

I stared at him, deadpanned. "I'm not going then."

"Well, unless you plan to hide in my room until your sent back to New York , you're going to introduced as my latest b*tch."

"Don't call time that," I said warningly.

He smirked. "B*tch."

I picked up his gun off the bedside table and pointed it at him. "Stop it."

In response, he just laughed and got up so the gun was pressed against his chest. "Go ahead. People would even thank you."

There was no fear in his amber eyes as he looked down at me with his handsome face. "You're so f*cking annoying," I muttered, dropping the gun then wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he leaned in. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slow and long.

The lust I had for this man was back with full force but he moved away before it went too far. "I said we have people to meet, angel," Ghost reminded me. "Put something on."

"Is there a dress code?"

He shook his head. "Wear what you like. No one is going to talk to you."

Following his advise, I put on a black satin dress and heels which I found amongst the bags of clothes he bought, with hooped earrings. When Ghost entered back into the bedroom, he was wearing suit pants and a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled. I eyed the gold Rolex on his wrist.

"How much money do you have?" I said.

"Are you planning to rob me?"

Rolling my eyes, I walked past him into the living room. "Your place seems expensive."

"This isn't my place. We're staying here for the social then we're going." He pulled a box from his pocket.

"I hope you're not proposing."

"Not an option." Ghost opened it to reveal a gold necklace with a ruby teardrop pendant. "This is for you."

I gasped in awe. "For me?"

"Don't get excited. It's for people know you're mine or they'll start touching you without permission." He brushed my hair to the side and put it on. "You're an agent so I'm assuming you can guess what the rules are."

"Don't speak, don't leave without you, don't do anything without asking."

"Good girl. You'll be fine."

Ten minutes later, I was ready to run back to his room. We entered a room downstairs that had the layout of a strip club. Smoke filled the air and the low lights helped create the mood. Poles touched the ceiling down to the platforms as women danced seductively to the music in their glass boxes. Ghost's hand pressed at my back kept me moving forward as we walked through the crowd.

Men nodded in his direction in respect and I noticed each had a female or several near them. A man stood in front of me, stopping my stride.

"Ghost," he started, bowing his head in respect. "How are you?"

"Good, Micheal. What do you want?"

Micheal laughed nervously. "Some of us were wondering if we could get some help with a slight... issue."

"Tomorrow. I'm not here for business."

"Yes, sir. Tomorrow is fine." Micheal glanced at me. "You have such a pretty girl with you. Just one this time? Usually-"

I clenched my fist slightly and gave a fake smile as Ghost's hand settled at my waist. "I've been too busy to be collecting women," he answered quickly.

"If that's the case, I can send you two of my finest-"

"It's okay," Ghost interrupted. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Micheal immediately moved away without another word as Ghost led me to a booth in the corner of the room. He gestured that I should sit before sliding beside me.

"I guess you're not a one woman kind of guy," I muttered under my breath.

He caught what I said and smirked. "No comment."

"Are we just going to sit here?"

"Ghost!"

We both looked up to see a gorgeous woman smiling. Ghost got up and embraced her. "Shouldn't you be in Italy with your family, Sophia?" He said, his attention solely on her.

"I heard you were in Vegas so I came back." She also glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. "Another girl? You need to settle down."

"You're the one who left me for my brother."

She giggled, hitting him gently. "That's because your brother is nicer than you. Are you going to the De Vil trade thing ?"

Trade?

"Is it worth it?" Ghost asked.

"Him and his shareholders lost a lot of money so it's all for grabs."

"I'll think about it then."

"Be careful," Sophia added. "Lucy's men are around and Santan is stressed."

"I've already spoken to Micheal. Tell Santan to talk to me before he does anything stupid."

"Will do," she called back as she walked away.

Ghost placed his gun on the table and sat back down, sighing. "I guess we're going to join a bidding war, angel."