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“Our guys can handle protection,” Silver says to Daniil. “What I need help with is finding whoever it is. I’ve got feelers out but Oceanside isn’t our territory and my boys aren’t trained like yours are. The girls prefer Oceanside but I’m going to try to talk them into moving to Temecula. I’m already getting push-back, though. They have regulars in Oceanside.”

They talk a little more about logistics but I’m more focused on Rage’s hand.

Because it’s resting lightly on my thigh, his thumb moving in little circles.

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else.

He told me he likes a plus-size woman and that’s super convenient because I really like extra-large men. Tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and thick thighs. There’s nothing better than being thrown against the wall and fucked⁠—

“Luna?” Daniil is staring at me.

I start. “Sorry, my mind wandered…what did you say?”

“I need you to run a background check on all the girls. Silver is going to text you copies of their drivers licenses. I want you to see if you can find anything that ties them together beyond the obvious. Where they’re from originally, schooling, arrest records, whatever it is.”

I nod. “On it.”

“Great.” Talk turns to something else and I lightly kick Rage’s foot under the table.

He surreptitiously kicks me back.

I slide one foot out of my sandals and playfully run it along his shin. He has khaki’s on, so his leg isn’t bare, but I note the way his grip on my thigh tightens. Just thinking about those hands squeezing other parts of me makes my tummy—and regions farther south—clench with excitement.

“Five minutes,” he murmurs in my ear. “In the supply closet.”

I chuckle, assuming he’s kidding, but three minutes later, he casually gets up, dumps out his trash and leaves the room. The meeting is over except for those of us lingering to finish eating and shoot the shit.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I get up and follow in the direction he went.

I don’t know exactly what he has in mind, but I’m looking forward to finding out.

Chapter Sixteen

Rage

There’s something about a woman with a sense of adventure. I’m not talking about sky diving or swimming with sharks—that’s next-level and I have my male buddies for that. It’s not what I need from a woman, though I certainly wouldn’t be against it. But I’m talking about everyday types of adventures, because while the former kind are exciting, it’s the latter that gives any relationship a boost.

Personally, I’m all about having a good time when I’m not on assignment. From something as simple as playing footsies at work during a meeting to something a little more intense—like having sex in a storage closet where anyone could potentially walk in on us. I don’t know how Luna feels about that kind of thing but I’m about to find out.

A minute later I see the doorknob turn and I lean against the row of floor-to-ceiling shelves that line one wall.

“What are we doing in here?” she asks with an innocent smile.

“Close the door and you’ll find out.”

She does as I ask, and I crook my finger at her. There’s a beat of hesitation before she approaches me, and I pull her against my chest.

“So, here’s how things are going to work,” I say in a low, gruff voice. “From a sex perspective only, you do what I say, when I say it, no matter where we are.”

Her eyes widen. “But⁠—”

I put a finger over her lips. “No buts. Those are the rules. Do you want to play or not?”

“I’m not into letting people watch,” she says quietly. “Especially here at work. That’s non-negotiable.”

“Noted. Any other hardcore limits?”

“I mean, probably quite a few but⁠—”