The safehouse smelled like gunpowder and sex.
I pressed my palm against the bleeding graze on Lucas’s shoulder, his sweat-slicked skin hot beneath my fingers. “You’re an idiot,” I hissed, dabbing whiskey on the wound with more force than necessary.
He didn’t even flinch. Just flashed that infuriating smirk, his free hand sliding up my bare thigh beneath the torn hem of my dress. “Worth it.”
The remnants of my cocktail dress hung off one shoulder, his suit jacket long abandoned in that alleyway shootout. My hair reeked of smoke, my thighs still sticky with—
A knock at the door.
Lucas’s gun was drawn before I could blink, barrel aimed dead-center at the intruder’s forehead.
“Christ, Carter!” The wiry informant held up shaking hands. “I-I got your intel.”
I didn’t miss how his eyes darted to where Lucas’s other hand still gripped my hip possessively.
Lucas didn’t lower the gun. “Talk.”
“The shipment moves at midnight. Dock 17.” The informant licked his lips, gaze flicking to me again. “But there’s a catch—”
Crack.
The bullet hit the wall inches from his head.
“My girlfriend isn’t part of your report,” Lucas said pleasantly.
I rolled my eyes even as heat pooled low in my stomach at the word. Girlfriend. As if I hadn’t spent the last six months stealing his bullets and his orgasms in equal measure.
The informant pissed himself. Literally.
When the door slammed shut behind him, Lucas holstered his gun with one hand and yanked me onto his lap with the other. The chair groaned beneath our combined weight.
“You’re insufferable,” I muttered, grinding down on the hard length of him.
His teeth scraped my pulse point. “You love it.”
I did. God help me, I did.
His calloused fingers found the knife strapped to my inner thigh—the one he’d gifted me last week, its blade engraved with ‘Just in case I’m not there.’
“Still carrying your love letter, sweetheart?”
I rocked against him, relishing his sharp inhale. “I was hoping you’d show me how to use it.”
The growl that ripped from his chest wasn’t human.
The knife clattered to the floor.
And when he flipped me onto the scarred wooden desk, his mouth hot and demanding between my thighs, I decided dock 17 could wait.
(Want me to add more danger? More steam? Let me know where to take them next…) 🔥