Page 96 of Brutal Collateral

“My fiancée’s guard called me. She’s my responsibility. Go back to your...” I’m tempted to say whore, but I won’t embarrass him in front of Ava. “I got this.”

Zeke steers Lola, who sat with Ava, away into another VIP area.

I sit next to my fiancée and lay my hand on her back. Her bare back is warm and drenched with sweat.

She lifts her head and throws her arms around me. “You came!”

“I’m here.” I brush the hair out of her face. “I’m proud of you for making your guard call me. That shows me you’re responsible.”

She’s a fucking Navy lieutenant. What the hell am I saying?

The last six months have shattered the woman I knew for only a few hours. The woman she wants to be. I hate the princess version of Hadleigh. Even if right now, I find her sexy as fuck.

“Ava, I’m here. Let’s go home.”

“No.” Her big brown eyes kill me.

“What do you want, siren?”

“I want...” She licks her lips. “I want you to kiss me again, like you did earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

With both hands, I take her face and press our mouths together. I sip from her lips and taste her before I deepen the kiss. She gives a little squeak of pleasure and my cock, aching to come, twitches behind my zipper.

In a flash, she’s on my lap grinding against me.

“Feel that?” I say, huskily.

“I do. Do you want to come?” Her warmth sends heat to my groin.

“Of course I want to come.” I lean in. “The question is... Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m taking a night off from pretending I don’t want to fuck you until you scream my name.” I lift her up and hold her hand as we walk to the VIP bouncer. “I’m taking Miss Zervas down that corridor. No one goes near us except my guards.”

“Yes, Mr. Quinlan.” The bouncer puts up a rope so no one can follow us.

When the shadows surround us, I push Ava against the wall and give her more of my mouth. Her lips are sweet, soft, and wet. Christ, I want my cock sliding past them.

Watching her eyes, I shove a hand under her skirt, searching for the heat between her legs. Finding warm satin, I rub her pussy over the fabric.

Ava mewls and those little moans kill me, triggering a memory of how she felt the last time I touched every inch of her. It never really got buried. It’s been simmering under the surface.

I pull her panty aside and slide my fingers through soaked folds. “Fuck, baby.”

“Griffin,” she pants, lifting a leg across my hip.

“That’s dangerous,” I whisper against her neck.

“I’m a RAVEN. I love danger.”

“Open wider, baby, let your fiancé feel that heat.” My fingers slide into her pussy while I kiss her.

She shudders, squeezing my shoulders tighter, her hips grinding against my hand.

“Do you like me doing this to you?” I groan.

“Don’t stop.”

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