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“Thank you, but I don’t want this garbage.” Gemma tossed the horn at Niklas’ feet.
He scrambled to grab it, as if Zalis would snatch it away again, and clutched the broken piece to his chest.
“I’ll report you,” he threatened with venom in his voice.
Zalis squatted in front of Niklas, staring him down. He said, “Empty threats. You will tell no one because if you do, your own crimes will come to light. I believe you are intelligent enough to know that if that happens, if you report us or retaliate, your time among the living will have come to an end.”
Niklas paled.
“You allow us a quarter of an hour to depart before contacting emergency services,” Zalis said.
Niklas inhaled deeply, like he was about to protest. Zalis casually cracked his knuckles, the noise loud enough to echo. His mouth slammed shut. Whatever he was about to say, it didn’t matter. What mattered was he scurried away until his back pressed against the wall.
Zalis stood, adjusted his jacket, and held out a hand for Gemma.
They did not speak until they were back inside the car.
“Are you well?” His shoulders brushed up against hers.
All the bubbling emotions inside Gemma finally burst, exploding as she twisted in the seat and grabbed his horns, pulling his face to hers. She slammed her lips against his. This wasn’t a timid kiss. It grew hungry and needy. Her lips parted as his tongue demanded entry.
Zalis growled, the rumble going right to her core. He scooped her up and sat her in his lap. The vehicle moved in traffic, jostling her. One hand braced her against the car’s roof and the other against his chest.
There were entirely too many layers of fabric separating them. She plucked at the jacket buttons, growling in frustration. She wanted skin on skin. Mouth on skin. Tongues on skin. Mostly she wanted that bulge that was underneath her. Needed it. The windows were tinted, right?
Another bump in the road and her cane bashed against her arm.
Maybe the car wasn’t the best place for this.
“You were so hot,” she said, pulling back for air.
“I found your performance highly attractive as well.”
“I think my panties melted.”
“Such a hyperbolic statement. I must verify.” His hand skimmed her waist, dipping between the waistband and her skin. Whatever he found, it warranted a low, throaty growl.
Being only human, she kissed him again, sinking into the feel of him. Hard muscles flexed under soft fabric. Silky hair twisted around her fingers.
“Tell me you wish to continue this,” he said when they pulled away. His normally stoic face and meticulously groomed image was in shambles. His hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and his eyes—they were stunning, dark and filled with such warmth.
Fuck it. The carwasthe place for this.
“I want you so much.” She grabbed his hand and returned it to her stomach. With a lick of her lips, she guided his hand, slipping it back to where it belonged.
He didn’t need more encouragement. His fingers rubbed against her soaked panties. He explored the edges, where skin met fabric, and pushed it aside. The cotton was tight, threatening to rip, and frankly, she didn’t care.
“Does this thing have cameras?” she asked.
“They have been disabled.”
“Then I can do this.” She rose on her knees and tugged down her pants and panties.
Zalis growled, clearly approving. He cupped her, a finger carefully stroking her folds.
She rocked against his hand, wanting more, wanting him to part her and explore her depths. This was nice but it wasn’t hitting the right spots.
She leaned forward, peppering him with kisses. “Please, Zalis. Don’t make me wait.”
