Run this name. Fast. Probably an alias.
Wizard
On it.
I winced for half a second when I remembered that he had a one-month-old baby at home and quickly sent a follow-up.
Me
Tell Thea I’m sorry.
Wizard
This is about Maren?
Me
What do you think?
Wizard
Then she understands.
I set the phone down and watched Maren walk past again, that soft sway in her hips making it damn near impossible tokeep my thoughts straight. A few minutes later, she brought my refill with a smile, completely unaware of the storm brewing in my gut.
As she turned to move to another table, I resisted the urge to pull her onto my lap and tell her she wasn’t going home alone tonight. Or any night after this.
I blinked and lectured myself for my lack of self-control. I was supposed to stay alert. Focused. But dammit, every time I looked at her, my brain short-circuited.
And fuck me, the things I’d imagined doing to her.
I wanted her on her knees, those pink lips wrapped around my cock, eyes locked on mine while I fisted her hair and fucked her mouth. I could practically see those sweet freckles dusting her flushed cheeks, her blue eyes filled with fire.
I wanted her wrists above her head, tied to my bed, her body naked and open. Her breath caught with every slow stroke of my fingers between her thighs, teasing her clit until she was writhing and begging me to fill her.
I wanted to watch her squirm while I held her wide open and pressed deeper, inch by inch, until she broke. My cock throbbed at the thought of the sounds she’d make when I claimed her so deep she couldn’t think straight.
She didn’t even know what she was doing to me. Sashaying around, smiling, brushing her hair back like she wasn’t built for worship.
I shifted in my seat, my jaw clenched tight, the strain in my jeans uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself—again—that I needed to focus on the threat. Not the fantasy.
Besides, I’d decided I wasn’t gonna touch her. Not yet. Not until she was safe.
But once that happened, I was going to take my time ruining her for anyone else. One slow, filthy inch at a time.
My phone buzzed, and I snatched it up fast.
Wizard
You were right. Fake name. But I got a hit with my facial recognition program.
I started to type, but saw the dots jump on the screen and waited to see what he said next.
Wizard
The guy’s linked to Russell Dunbar.
My entire body went cold.
