Damn it.
“It’s all right, Joshua.” I gesture for him to leave, then smile at Klaiburn, my teeth clenched. “Mr. Klaiburn. I wasn’t expecting you for another hour.”
The old man bristles. “Funny, considering I wasn’t expecting to beexpectedat all. Yet here I am, summoned to midtown well after business hours for some emergency your assistant didn’t have the decency to explain on the phone.”
“Need I remind you—”
He cuts me off with a raised hand. “If I needed a reminder, I wouldn’t have come at all. So tell me.” He takes a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. “What is this about?
“I need… oh,fuck…”
It’s official. Westlyn Avery is a fucking health hazard, not to mention a damn menace. Tucked away beneath the desk, the little brat is toying with me, her hands sliding up my thighs, clever fingers already freeing my cock. I’m in the human glamour, but… bloody hell, the parts still work the same.Feelthe same as she wraps her hand around me and strokes…
“Pardon me?” Klaiburn narrows his eyes.
“I meant… I need… luck. A bit of luck and a favor from you about…” I grip one of her wrists, but she’s already got the other hand on standby, fisting me harder, her lips so close…
She’s going to repay me for all the things I said to her tonight. For the near spanking. For putting her on her knees. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Not without making her presence known to the banker—an outcome that may not be deadly, but one I’d rather avoid nevertheless.
There was a reason I asked her to dress inconspicuously tonight. A reason I brought her straight from the garage to the elevator. A reason I’ve got her shoved under the desk now.
I don’t know how many shadow magic society members exist in this city. I don’t know who’s in their pockets, who’s under their protection, who’s being threatened and willing to throw someone else to the wolves in order to save their own arses.
“Out with it, Caldwell,” the man huffs. “I haven’t got all night.”
Westlyn’s tongue skates across the tip of my cock, a ripple of warm, wet pleasure so intense it damn near shatters my glamour.
Fuck… I need to push her away before she gets us both caught.
But she feels too fucking good, too perfect, and at the next stroke of her naughty little tongue, I’m gone.
All I can do is hold on for the ride.
And get this cad out of my office.
“I need access to a safe deposit box at your institution,” I blurt out. “Fifty-Ninth and Lexington branch.”
“To whom does this box belong?”
“They’re…” I close my eyes, trying not to grunt at the pleasure of her incessant licks. “…deceased.”
As I’m about to be…
“Of course they are.” He huffs out a dark laugh. “Your doing, I presume?”
I say nothing, but not because I didn’t understand his question or his meaning.
I say nothing, but not because I’m trying to avoid implicating myself in another murder.
I say nothing, but not out of any desire to intimidate the man with my stone-cold silence.
I saynothingbecause I’m about ten seconds from flipping this fucking desk and spilling down the little mortal’s throat, and to be perfectly honest, I’m not even sure I remember how to speak in complete fucking sentences anymore and… oh, bloodyhellwhy does her soft little mouth feel like that?
“Mr. Caldwell? Are you quite all right?”
“Yes, I’m just…” I press a fist to my chest, trying to breathe through it. “Heartburn.”
“Do you need some water?”
