Page 99 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“Mmm?” she moaned.

“I need to talk to you. I have things I need to tell you,” he said, his hands doing all the talking for him.

“It can wait,” she assured him.

All talking could wait. He had said that he was going to tell Penelope he wanted to be with Reyna, and that was good enough for now. He had chosen, and he had chosen her. She wasn’t sure she could wait until they got home to get her hands on him.

“Reyna, please,” he groaned as she fumbled with his tie.

She silenced him with a kiss and then yanked the tie off of him. Then she began undoing all of the little buttons of his shirt. He stopped protesting at that point. He couldn’t win against her when all of his barriers had been shattered. His hands pushed the soft cotton of her shirt up and over her head. A thin lacy bra covered her breasts, and he cupped both of them in his hands, flicking a finger inside to caress one nipple.

She moaned and grabbed onto his chest for support against the pleasure coursing through her body. She circled her hips on top of him, desperate for the passion that had been building between them to finally come to fruition. Her hands tugged on the belt he was wearing, unfastened the buckle, and then unsnapped the button of his trousers.

“Beckham, take me here,” she pleaded against his mouth. “I don’t care where we are. I just want you.”

He growled deep in the back of his throat and then threw her down roughly onto the seat. His tall frame had difficulty adjusting to the cramped space, but his body covered her and his hands were everywhere. She threw her head back, and he kissed down her throat in a heated desperation. Her legs came up to circle around his waist, drawing him closer.

In the silence that followed, the buzzing of his phone was as clear as day. “Ignore it,” she pleaded, running her hands down his jaw.

“Let me turn it off.” He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and retrieved the phone. His brow furrowed when he checked the screen. “Hmm…”

“Hmm good or hmm bad?” she asked. She was anxious to get back to business.

“It’s Roland.”

Reyna cringed away from the name. After what had happened with Roland in the club, just the mention of him made her body shudder with revulsion.

“I have to take this.” He gave her an apologetic look and sat up. He didn’t want to talk to Roland any more than she did, especially not under the circumstances.

Recess was over.

She righted herself in the car and reached for her T-shirt on the floor.

“Hello?” Beckham said gruffly into the phone.

Beckham listened as Roland said something into his ear.

“Yes,” he responded after a minute. “Today?”

He pulled his sleeve back to check the time.

“That’s in half an hour.”

Roland was clearly saying something that Beckham didn’t agree with, because his face was growing darker and darker. All traces of the fun, sexy Becks who had been seducing her in the back seat of the car evaporated.

“I understand.”

He hung up the phone, clearly aggravated, and tapped on the console that let him speak to the driver. “Change of plans. Head to the city hall building downtown.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What happened?” she asked.

He carefully rearranged his suit, buttoned his shirt up, and retied the knot at his neck before getting under control enough to answer.

“He didn’t say exactly. Purposefully vague. Just that I needed to get to city hall. That I wouldn’t want to miss what was about to happen.”

Reyna swallowed, hating all of this. “Why do I feel like we’re playing into his hands by going?”

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