Page 26 of Run From Me

“I want to make someone disappear. Someone who hurt my family.”

She didn’t wait for any more details, and a moment later, I could hear something very different in her voice. No more hurt. No more vulnerability.

“You tell me the who, and I’ll make sure it’s untraceable. I know exactly where we can get the right kinds of drugs.”

I gave her thigh a little squeeze.

“That’s my girl, Sparky. This can be from the both of us.”

She shifted and, damn it, if that little dress didn’t ride up and her pussy didn’t just graze my damn knuckles.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy, woman?”

Her hand slid over my thigh as she got closer. Sure, I’d always loved the vintage of this car, but the bench seats, right now? Fucking hell. She sat thigh to thigh with me and between that and the idea of getting revenge for Cas? It was a lethal combination for any resolve I was trying to muster.

“Maybe? I might seem nice, but deep down? I want what I want, and I am really tired of being controlled.”

I let out a whistle that I promptly choked on when her hand rested against my cock.

“I don’t really know if I’m going to die tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or maybe even the day after that. I don’t like to think much more than a day or two ahead,” she paused and rubbed at the bulge pressing against my jeans like my hard-on had ever really gone down since fucking her over this seat only a few minutes ago.

“If you want my help, then you have to give me what I want in return,” she said.

It took all my power to keep focusing on the road.

“Sparky, watch what you ask for. You still haven’t told me what your agreement is with the Vipers.”

My breathing was coming out a little shakier with every breath.

“What does it matter? What they don’t know can’t hurt either of us.”

I white-knuckled the steering wheel, but this woman was going to crack my fucking resolve.

“Believe me, it can hurt both of us. Oil and water do not mix.”

She pressed against my crotch, basically shutting me up.

“I’ve never been with someone quite like you, Xander,” she said as a whisper against my neck.

All the blood was traveling south for the moment, and I wasn’t really processing shit. I wanted to question that statement. I didn’t like the idea of anyone even touching her, let alone thinking I might just be another notch on her bedpost. Hypocritical, really, but fuck, I wanted to be the only man on her mind and in her bed.

“You’re one scary guy, Xander. You know that?”

I shifted in my seat, trying to get some kind of relief from my pants that were definitely too tight. The way she was stroking me through the damn fabric?

“Woman, you have no idea how scary I can be.”

She chuckled.

“Maybe you can show me. That little show in the parking lot? Not really scary,” she said as she leaned against me, crawling up my body until her teeth tugged at my earlobe.

“Sure. Right.”

Right what? There wasn’t a solid thought going on in my brain right now. I needed more than four words here, but shit.

“Look, Calliope, if you keep doing that, I am going to lose the battle of being some kind of gentleman.”

I swear to fucking god, she just pressed harder, and I damn near came in my pants at her touch.

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