Page 7 of The Best Trick

“If I don’t tell, will that qualify as an illegal surprise?” Zeus asked.

“Oh my god!” I threw a wadded-up curly fries bag at his head. No way was I letting them start up the definition-of-surprise debate again. I had to distract them. “Surprise or no, I'm looking forward to this new place. I can't think of anything better than reading my exciting historical book with a nice glass of wine. Just nothing better. It just doesn’t get better than that. Me alone with my book…mmm. Nothing better.”

Odin twisted around to give me a dark look.

Thor snickered and set a strong hand on my thigh. “Nothing better than that? You can't think of anything better than that?”

“What could possibly be better?” I teased. “Oh, wait, curly fries. I guess there’s that.”

Zeus growled, pinning me with his gaze through the rearview. I could feel it like a physical thing, pressing in on me.

“What?” I protested. “What could be as awesome as a book, wine, and curly fries?”

More man-growls.

“Oh, wait! Chocolate?” I teased. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Chocolate?”

Thor shook his head sadly. “Oh, goddess. You are heading down a very bad road.”

I bit my lip excitedly. A sad headshake from Thor always foretold of scathingly sexy things.

“You can't think of anything better than that?” Odin asked me.

“What could possibly be better than that?” I teased. “Oh, are you talking about that hot tub again? Been there, done that.”

“Goddess,” Thor rasped, inching his hand near to my sex.

Odin had turned all the way around in his seat, facing backwards now. So much for seat belts.

“Give me that ereader,” he said.

“This?” I asked, holding it up.

He tried to take it from me, but I wouldn’t let it go. I was just laughing, and then he twisted it out of my hand. Out of nowhere he had a necktie, and he was tying my hands together, all deft movements like the ex-secret agent that he was.

“Hey! How am I supposed to eat my beloved chocolate and curly fries with my hands like this? Those things are my main pleasures in this life!”

Thor squeezed my thigh. “You sure about that?”

Odin tied my hands to his headrest. “Goddess, you are going to exhibit the proper attitude soon, I promise you.”

“Wuuuuuut…” I whispered impishly.

Once my hands were tied, Odin leaned way back into our space. He grasped my nipples. Excitement shot through me like fire.

“Erp!” I said.

“Thor, push up her skirt,” he commanded.

“Hey!” Zeus said. “Keep that seat belt on. You’re gonna get us cops on our ass.”

“Cops on our ass,” Odin said. “That’s why God gave us gas pedals.”

“Yah,” I gasped, enjoying the feel of Thor’s wicked fingers pushing up my skirt, feeling excited about what would come after.

“Do her,” Odin said, “but don’t let her come.”

“What?” I whined.

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