Page 83 of Secret Mission

“Because I wrapped it around me, if I let it go, it will be.”

Now he growls. “You better hold onto the fabric then, because I don’t want Justice seeing what’s mine.”

What’s his?

Ugh. Why does that feel so right?

That possessive tone makes my lower tummy flutter, stars swim in my head and a little voice inside the back of my mind whispers,You’re not the kind of girl who wins the man.

Before the voice wins, I clear my throat. “Just get me home. Or to your headquarters, or whatever. I know you’re just trying to keep me safe. I’ll finish dying of embarrassment later, and you can make it up to me by kissing me from head to toe.”

I reach for the door, knowing I got him at least for now. He looks utterly hungry.

“Come on, big guy.”

With that, he scoops me into his arms. “Look sick.”

I loll my head against his chest and groan. “How’s that?”

“Maybe whimper.”

When I do, his whole body tenses. “Not that kind of whimper.”

“Oh, sorry. Did I sound too…”

“You’re just fucking with me. Now unlock the door. We got shit to do so we can get in a real bed.”

I’m down with that plan. The more he makes my body feel, the less my head gets in the way. And that’s what it wants to do. Always.

Justice swivels his head toward us, but that’s all I can make out through my lashes as Truck lowers me into the wheelchair.

He pushes me forward until I’m slumped over my knees, moaning for effect.

Then we’re moving. Their boots striking the ground with purpose. The wheelchair squeaking. Me moaning.

The double doors open before we get there, letting a rush of humid air inside.

“Oh, fuck. Not now.”

Stiffing, bent over, I hold my breath. When Justice says that it makes me double worried.

“Stay down,” Truck puts a hand on my back, keeping me folded in half. Then he mutters, “You know how to hotwire a car?”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Four flats. Four. Fucking. Slashed. Tires.

“Me?” Allison squeaks.

“No, hun, not you.”

Justice makes an offended noise as he circles the Agile Security & Rescue truck. “You didn’t just ask me that. What kind of SEAL do you think I am?”

“One who’s about to steal a car.”

He cuts me a fast glare. “What, you can’t do it?”

“Man, you know I can. I’m busy, I’m sure as hell not walking away from Allison.”

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