Page 68 of Twisted Cage

Grigori

Done.

Me

Have Luka stay close to Jameson and Foster. See what he can hear. Make note of anyone they talk to.

Grigori

Want me to stick closer to Nikoletta?

Me

No need.

Grigori

What are you going to do?

Me

Rhodes is looking a little tired. Time to cut in.

Grigori

Bad idea.

Me

Not as bad as what I really want to do.

Grigori

Fuck.

Me

Yup, that’s what I really want to do.

Grigori

The minute I have to start policing your dick, I quit.

I toss back the rest of my drink and make my way through the masses. Just as I approach, Logan spins Nikoletta away and her back collides with my chest, her back dimples now tucked discreetly between our bodies.

Ahh, right where I want them.

Before he can take her back, I slide my arm around her waist and splay my palm over her stomach. “Mind if I cut in?”

She sucks in a breath, clearly not expecting my words to come out so close to the shell of her ear. She opens her mouth, no doubt to turn me down, but Logan speaks first.

“Not at all. I’ll find you in a bit and we’ll pick up where we left off.”

The fuck he will.

He leans in and kisses her cheek while I picture carving his eyeballs out slowly with my Dremel.

The minute he steps away, I find her hand and give it a firm tug, spinning her around to face me before dragging her in so close every inch of us from knee to chest is touching. Spreading my palm dangerously low on her back, I cover both of my back dimples and clasp Nikoletta’s chin, forcing her to look up at me.

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