Page 33 of Necessary Evil

“It’s okay, Cal. I’ve got this,” Lucy said, patting his arm.

“You know how to reach me if you change your mind about the ride.”

“The fuck she will. Are you trying to piss me off?” Evan whirled on Cal, but Lucy tugged him back. Cal faded away upstairs.

“Leave him alone. He was just being nice to me.”

“He doesn’t get to be nice to you,” Evan said, stepping closer to her.

“Personal space, Evil.” Lucy shoved him, but as usual, he didn’t move.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

It was a good question. She wasn’t ready to tell him about Travis, and she didn’t want him to know that she couldn’t get him out of her mind. So she fell back on plan B. “I want to set a time to see Chloe’s attorney. Meyers has been avoiding me all week.”

Kind of the way you have.

But she didn’t say that, because she hadn’t called him either. Now, feeling the heat and tension coming off his body, she wondered if he had been as tied up in knots as she’d been.

“Dressed like that?” His once-over was like a rough touch, and her body responded by tightening in all the right places.

“I just came from a date,” she said, her throat dry.

“Munson,” he snarled. “Come with me.” He took her by the arm, but unlike with Cal, this was no gentle touch. He propelled her up the stairs and across the crowded VIP area. She caught Cal’s eye, and he raised his beer to her.

“Let go of me. What are you doing? People are looking at us,” she hissed at him.

“Good.” He tossed her into his apartment and slammed the door behind them.

“What do you mean good?” She rubbed her arm where he grabbed her. It didn’t hurt, but it was still tingling from his touch.

“I mean it’s good that my crew knows now that you’re off-limits.”

“Am I?” Lucy glared up at him.

“You want that fucker Cal?”

“No, shithead. I want you.”

Lucy would have taken those words back if she could have. They hung in the air like half-filled balloons.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” he whispered, and then a smile creased his face and she could see why they called him Evil. “But I’m so glad you did.”

Lucy wasn’t sure if she moved first or if he did, but they came together with a force that jarred her. She kissed him with all the pent-up frustration he’d left her with last week. His hand in the center of her back seared into her as she wiggled against him, trying to climb him like a tree. This was madness, a complete and utter lack of self-control, but she didn’t care, needing his mouth more than she needed to breathe.

“Fuck, Lucy,” he swore, pulling her hair so her head tilted back and he could ravage her throat.

He was holding her upright, otherwise she would have sunk into a boneless puddle at his feet. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she writhed closer to his hard body.

A fist pounded into the door. “Fifteen minutes, Evil.”

“Go away,” he barked out.

This time she pulled on his hair until his head came up and his eyes met hers. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wasn’t planning on having company tonight.”

The thought shouldn’t have pleased her as much as it did. “Let me guess: more super-secret club business?” His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened.

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