Page 39 of The Best Trick

“If he doesn’t figure out we were here from the pie, I’m sure his nosy neighbors will say something.” Odin nodded at the window. “They just opened their curtains. They’ve been very interested in watching what we’re doing.”

I peered out and, sure enough, there was another building across a small walkway with a window facing Denko’s. You could see a man and a woman on a couch, faces flashing blue from the screen in front of them, but they weren’t watching—it was totally obvious that they were watching us. I gave them a tentative smile and a wave, but they just frowned and directed their gazes at the TV.

“What if they call the police?” I asked.

“We’re standing in Denko’s house eating pie in broad daylight. They probably think we're his guests,” Odin said.

“Nosy neighbors. Probably why he has the curtains right here,” I said, looking at the curtains that were completely wide open at this point. “Too late now.”

The four of us ate Denko’s pie and went through his stuff under the stern and watchful gazes of his neighbors.

“He’s gonna find that tracker any minute and disable it. We can't trust that he's not on his way back,” Zeus warned, studying Denko’s bookcase. He was on his second piece of pie by now, and therewasice cream.

“Anyone want beer?” Thor asked. “There’s beer in there.”

We all wanted beer, or at least, we wanted Denko’s beer. Thor got beers. Odin was still busy on the laptop, probably planting a back door.

“This is fun,” I said, surveying workout stuff on the far side of Denko’s den. “I wonder what else we can do.”

Thor's eyes sparkled. “I have an idea.”

My belly tightened. I could tell from his tone what he was thinking. “Dude, I was imagining reprogramming his exercise bike, not...” I said, knees going slightly weak, because the idea of fucking in Denko’s bed was very forbidden and wrong, and therefore very hot.

Thor took a step toward me. “What do you think?”

“That would be absolute madness.” I backed up a step.

Thor kept coming. “Would it, though?”

My ass hit a table. “Yes,” I breathed.

“Grab hold of the table, goddess,” Thor rumbled, positioning my hands on either side of my hips. He lowered his voice. “Grab on nice and hard, and don't let go.”

My pulse banged in my ears as wicked fingers began to undo one of my shirt buttons, and then another, and then another.

“So wrong,” I said.

“Don’t try to resist, goddess,” Thor said. “You love how wrong it is.”

“Is she wet?” Odin piped up from his seat at the laptop. “Check. I want to know. I want to know how wet andfucking-gdepraved our goddess is that she wants to fuck in the home of our worst enemy.”

Thor came flush to me, lips just a feather’s breadth from mine. “Are you?” he whispered, toying with the snaps of my jeans.

“I’ll never tell,” I whispered back.

Thor jerked open my fly and pushed a rough hand down into my pants, sending tremors of desire all through me.

“Yes, she is,” Thor rumbled.

“Yes,” I gasped as thick fingers invaded my core.

Odin rose from the laptop with a dark look on his face. “I'm sorry, we can't let something like this go.” He looked around the room and his gaze seemed to land on a wingback chair. He pulled it to the center of the space, positioning it right in front of the window. “Right here, goddess. I want you to bend over right here. Show your ass to Denko’s neighbors. Show them what a beautiful ass you have.”

“W-what? We can’t!” I exclaimed, vibrating with dark anticipation.

“Thor, roll up that magazine, nice and tight.”

“Oh my god,” I said as every inch of my skin rose up with excited goose bumps.

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