Is it bad form to be grateful for a hostage situation?
Sterling gets us to the seventh floor, not even letting me down as we exit the stairwell and start down the corridor.I’ve loosened the top buttons of his collar, burying my nose in the deep scent of him as he walks me to my door.
The door where Lucky stands, bearing dinner, looking delicious in a tight sweater and jeans.They hang low enough that the V of his abs is showing.
Oh.
Apprehension grips the cage of my ribs as he turns and recognizes what he’s looking at.Who.
Then … something unexpected happens.
His gaze lifts from me to Sterling, and … a sly grin curls into place.“What do we have here then?Playing hero again, Mac?”
Mac?
Sterling’s chest rumbles with a soft laugh.“I see you haven’t changed.I don’t suppose you made enough for three?”
“Only one way to find out.”He turns his charm on me.“It’s up to the lady.”
I … a zip of electricity travels up my spine.There’s a tension here I’m enjoying, even if I don’t fully understand where it came from.But, boy, am I interested in finding out.
Sterling’s hand shifts on my back, his thumb brushing the soft, tender spot between my shoulder blades, and my hunger grows into something feral, something with teeth.
Yes.
Slowly, I meet each of their gazes.“If you think you can satisfy me.”
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Sterling opens his mouth, angry, and Lucky promises,“I’m coming back for you.”
They disappear.
I barely make it to the first floor.
The door crashes shut behind me as more shots go off, and I hold it closed with my mind.
Bang!
I jump as someone thumps against it.
The room stretches out in front of me, doors mirroring each other on each side, branching off into smaller rooms of lockboxes.
Bang!
A second body throws itself against the door.
I won’t be able to hold it much longer.
I run to the end of the room, throwing myself behind the last door on the left as my grip breaks.
Bang!
I hear the door splinter.
