Page 72 of Stars in Umbra
She spritzed herself with her favorite scent and stepped out just as her suite doorbell rang.
She took a ragged inhale, tamped down the butterflies in the pit of her stomach, plastered on a smile, and sashayed to the door.
It swung open to reveal her date leaning one muscled deltoid against the wall of the entrance.
Fokk.
He was dressed all in black; casual, sleek, and devastating.
An inky tee hugged his biceps.
Dark jeans sagged on his hips, and his feet were in combat boots; laced loose and informal.
His skin was golden, lit by the hallway’s glow, his eyes already undressing her.
‘You’re going to get us arrested, mama,’ Mo rasped, his voice husky.
She smirked. ‘You’re one to talk.’
His gaze dropped to her high-heeled affair, then slid up, taking his time. ‘You make tactical sexy, Colonel.’
She didn’t have time to quip back before he was on her, pressing her up against the wall, mouth hot and demanding on hers.
She melted into him, gripping his shirt, parting her lips, meeting him with equal hunger.
When he tore away, his breath was rough as he kissed her forehead and whispered. ‘Later?’
She nodded, dazed.
Still reeling from their kiss, Rina just managed to grab her bag and jacket, then he led her, arm banded around her waist, into the elevator.
He kept her tight to his side as they rode it to the rooftop, to the Sable flight pad.
Set on the polished surface was a sleek, sports flyer, unlike any she’d ever seen before, in gunmetal and black, lethal, and screaming money.
‘What thefokkis that?’ Rina choked, for she was a secret lover of racing craft.
He arched a brow. ‘It’s a custom Sable Phantasma.’
‘Never heard of that model.’
‘I did say custom baby. It’s one I commissioned from the Riders. It flies like a dream and has won me a few races in the Eden Cup.’
Rina stalked to it and ran a hand over its matte body with reverence. ‘How fast?’
‘0 to 500 in under 3 seconds.’
‘Stop!’
He came up behind her, arms going around her, mouth to her neck. ‘Are we going to talk racers or are we going to take off?’
She turned so her lips met his. ‘Hell, in this ride, I will take off.’
His eyes flamed at her sensual suggestion. ‘This I’d like to witness, so get thefokkin.’
He opened the hatch and helped her into the passenger seat.
‘Strap in, mama,’ he rasped, tapping her ass in.
