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“You can. I need you to place it in my hand.”
Her chest heaved against his. Her body vibrated with tension. The shuffle of items being shifted around outside the coffin had her tensing even more.
“Baby…”
The heavy thump of an object hit the lid. She jerked hard and in the same move delved her hand underneath him. She yanked the weapon free and felt around for his hand until he closed his fingers on the grip.
All that wiggling—and having the woman he lusted after with every fiber of his being on top of him—had him achingly hard and brought a groan to the edge of his lips.
She froze.“Now?”
His cock swelled against her. “You know how much I want you,” he whispered back.
“But now?”
Okay, so it wasn’t great timing to get a boner for his woman when they were stuck in a coffin together. This might be somebody else’s kink, but he could think of far better ways to fuck Wren.
Two more thumps on the lid of the coffin made her jump again. He tightened his hold on the weapon, prepared to act the instant that lid cracked open.
But another box hit the top—good news. If they were stacking crap on top of the coffin, then they didn’t plan on opening it to fill it with drugs.
A low noise of a phone ringing brought a soft gasp to Wren’s lips. Jennings strained to hear the one-sided conversation.
“You’re kidding. Okay, you’re not kidding. But you’re sure you really want to do this? There must be half a million dollars’ worth of drugs here.”
Silence was as loud as thunderclaps while the speaker listened. Then he let out a sigh, barely audible through the thick lid and fabric lining.
“Okay, if you’re sure. Boss’s orders.”
“What was that about?” asked the second guy in the room.
“Boss wants us to burn it all down.”
If Wren’s cry was any louder they’d be discovered. Jennings held her tighter.
“No evidence,” the guy said.
“So what do we do? Just build a fire on top of the coffin?”
His chest blazed. How was he going to get them out of this?
“Light the church candles in that corner. Tip one over.”
* * * * *
The sound of a heavy metal object hitting the floor penetrated all the way through the coffin walls. Wren pictured the whole thing—two stupid thugs piling drugs on top of the coffin, lighting the candlesticks in the corner, then knocking one to the floor.
None of that mattered now. She and Jennings had to get out of here before the coffin went up in flames.
For a beat, Jennings was totally silent.
She could almost hear the cogs of his brain turning. She just hoped they weren’t grinding to a halt.
“What are we going to do?” Her voice hovered on the edge of panic, which only made her terror intensify.
“Can you move to the side at all? I need my legs to kick the lid open.”
She wiggled around but couldn’t move more than a hair. “I can’t!”
