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“I think I held my temper rather well.” He grins, and I widen my eyes.
“Really?” I chuckle.
“I didn’t drain the life out of either of them. Fuck, I wanted to.” He pushes me against the counter and cages me in. “My spells were ready.”
“I could tell,” I whisper, putting my palms on his chest.
“I think I should be rewarded for my restraint.” He dips his head, placing his forehead against mine.
“You do, do you,” I tease, biting my lip.
“Yeah,” he rasps.
“What do you think you deserve?” I ask.
“A kiss at the very least,” he says softly.
“At the most?” I tip my head back so I can look into his eyes.
“That would be inappropriate at work.” He lifts his hand and pulls my shirt over my shoulder, kissing the new tattoo. “I wouldn’t want anyone to see you without clothes.”
“Probably a good idea,” I breathe as he licks my skin. I tilt my head to give him better access. He takes advantage, moving his lips up my neck. I crave his touch. Last night wasn’t enough. My reservations about waiting are quickly disappearing.
“You taste so good, my Mara,” he whispers in my ear before biting it. I’m ready to say, fuck it, and go to the back of the store when the door opens.
“I don’t need to see that,” Gavin drawls.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rome growls, pulling away. I grab his shirt to stabilize myself. My brain is foggy and filled with the delicious things he could do to me. “What do you want?”
“I came to update you.” Gavin doesn’t seem bothered by Rome's anger. I shake my head and turn to face him. “Bad time?” He grins and winks at me.
Chapter Fourteen
Mara
“Do you want me to hurt you?” Rome hisses, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“That would be fun, but no,” Gavin says.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, finally able to focus.
“Not exactly,” he grumbles.
“How about you tell us exactly?” Rome glares at him.
“Do you know the owner of the business?” Gavin asks, his expression becoming serious.
“Not personally,” Rome says. He’s being cautious. I know he has his information, but we haven’t discussed the next step.
“The women have relayed more information about him,” he says, crossing his arms. “It’s not good.”
“How not good?” Rome asks, and Gavin looks around. “You know we are alone.”
“Yes, but I smell a coyote in the back,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “I’m not a fan.” Rome rotates his neck and then looks at the door. He says words I can’t hear and turns back to Gavin.
“They can’t hear us,” he informs him, and Gavin's eyebrows shoot up.
“Nice trick.”
