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ChapterTwenty-Two
Icheck my cell for the millionth time before Vega snatches it from my hand and slips it into his pocket.
“Hey.”
“Hank is fine. Law is with him. Blink and Graves have the gym under control, so stop worrying. Just focus on the task at hand.”
“If I focus on him any longer, I might go up there and rip his spine out his asshole.”
I watch as our mark leans into a woman, his eyes on the swell of her breasts as he whispers something to her. She throws her head back, and the low lighting catches the gold strands in her thick, dark hair.
“You’re too tense, baby. You need to focus.”
“I am focusing. I’m focusing on how to get rid of his body,” I spit out through gritted teeth.
He moves his hand to my knee, giving it a squeeze. I’m sure he was aiming to offer me comfort, but all it does is remind me that I’m wearing a stupid dress and a stupid push-up bra while I sit in a stupidly overpriced wine bar when I’d rather be sitting next to Hank and making sure he’s okay.
When Vega’s hand dips below the hem of my dress and starts gliding upward, I whip my head around to glare at him. His lips graze over mine, distracting me.
“Seems I’ll have to help you focus.” He grins against my lips.
“Vega,” I warn, but of course, he doesn’t listen.
He presses his fingers against my pussy and slowly strokes me.
“Vega, someone might see.”
“I do not give a fuck. This is my pussy now, Malice. Has been since you let me inside it. If I want to pet it, I will.”
His words leave my panties wet and my breathing coming out in pants.
“Take your panties off, Mal.”
“Vega—”
“Take your fucking panties off, or I’ll bend you over this table and fuck the shit out of you, and I won’t give a single fuck who’s watching.”
I snap my mouth shut and look around. It’s not overly crowded, but it is busy. We are sitting in a mostly darkened corner, chosen specially so I could watch my mark without being seen.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grumble as I wait for him to move his hand. I lift my ass and ease my underwear down, bending to free them when they get caught on my heels. I scrunch them up in my fist.
“There. Happy?”
“I’m about to be.” He pries my hand open and peels my thong from my palm before holding it to his nose and breathing in deeply.
“Fuck, but I do love the way you smell.”
I feel my skin flush and my cheeks burn. Blushing is a foreign concept for me. I mean, I’ve had to do some crazy things in the past, but holy hell this man is killing me.
I’ve never been so grateful that people are so busy with their own lives that they are oblivious to their surroundings and people getting freaky in dark corners.
He tucks my thong into the inside pocket of his jacket before leaning into me once more. His hand is back on my leg, sliding its way up to the promised land, and—sweet baby Jesus. I know I should stop him, but there is something about him touching me here, where anyone could discover us, that’s driving me out of my mind with need. If he doesn’t hurry up and do something, I’m going to leave a puddle on the seat.
As soon as he makes contact with my pussy, he growls, feeling exactly how turned on I am.
“So fucking wet,” he mumbles as he strokes a finger over me. “Spread your legs wider.”
I do as he asks and am rewarded when he slips that same finger inside me.
