Page 32 of Ignite

He must hear the disappointment in my voice.

"Is Conan with you?"

I hesitate. "Yes."

"I’ll send someone to collect him. Ten minutes. I’ll see you in my office in thirty."

"Okay."

"Thanks, Hallie."

Click.

I toss the phone on the counter.

Conan’s already on his feet.

"Fun’s over. I gotta work."

He growls.

"My brother ruining our night?"

I nod. "Not his fault. Emergencies. Understaffed. Nature of the job."

Conan grabs my hips and backs me into the counter.

"You have someone picking you up in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes is plenty. I want another taste to keep me going until next time."

My eyes fly up.

"Next time?"

"You promised me a whole night..."

"A one-night stand means one night, wherever it gets cut off, beastie."

I tap his chest. He grabs my hands.

"I don’t follow rules, trouble."

He leans in and runs his tongue along my neck.

"Now, you owe me. No take backs."

He kisses my jaw. Then devours my mouth.

Deep. Hard. Intoxicating.

I moan against him, melting. At least I got to experience this once. It’s like I’m alive again.

"I’ll see you soon, beautiful."

He backs away.

I’m clinging to the counter, breathless.

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