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“I say we kill him. Corbin will come after us for revenge if he cares about the bastard at all.”
She frowns. “I’d rather not piss Corbin off and risk our lives for nothing.”
She’s soft on Maxwell. She cares about him. And she’s not a killer—that’s my job.
“We can’t keep him around forever. At some point, we have to take a stand.”
“I know, and I think we should after we have the treasure.”
I disagree with her, but there is no point arguing right now. All I did was stitch Maxwell up and keep him alive until we get to our next stop, where I’ll once again have to tie him up and disable him while we go in search of the treasure. It’s actually kinder to just kill him now.
“Look at me,” Liesel says.
I take a deep breath and then turn and face her. I’m annoyed with her about how she’s handling Maxwell. I’m frustrated that she doesn’t trust me enough to tell me what she had to do to earn our next clue. But when I look into her big hazel eyes that hold the weight of the world—all of that vanishes. In her eyes, I see something I’ve never seen before staring back at me—an emotion that neither of us can describe with words.
She runs her tongue over her teeth as she climbs on top of my lap until she’s straddling me in my chair.
“Kiss me,” she says with a longing to her voice. She thinks I won’t kiss her.
I don’t hesitate—I grab the back of her neck and pull her down until her soft lips touch mine. I just had her last night, but that seems like a lifetime away. The bitterness that I felt melts away with a single kiss.
“I needed that,” I say when she pulls back.
“I need more.”
She reaches between the seats and flicks the lever that dips the seat back. Her eyes ignite with a burning desire as she rips her tank top off her body until two peaks are staring back at me.
My head darts behind me to where Maxwell is hopefully asleep and not looking at my topless wife.
“What are you doing?”
She grins as she undoes the button on my jeans. “Fucking you.”
“You can’t—Maxwell is three rows behind us. The pilots—”
“Are you my husband?”
“Yes…”
“Then fuck me. I don’t care about anyone else on this plane. I need you.”
Fuck me.
She doesn’t wait for my answer. Her hand slips into my pants, taking complete control.
“Don’t.” I grip her wrist, stopping her.
“Why??
? Her eyes sear, demanding this.
“I’m angry.”
“So?”
“Maxwell could wake up and see you.”
“He won’t.”
