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I pressed my lips against her ear, my hands already undoing the button on her jeans. “Don’t worry, Wild Thing, this time I’m going to make you come so hard that my balls will be drenched.”

Her breathing was harsh, her whispered words filled with that glorious rasp I’d been missing. “Wild Thing?”

I suppressed a smile as I slid her jeans over her ass. “That’s what you are.”

When I reached her thighs, I bent down and unlaced one of her boots, sliding both it and her jeans off that leg. My hands slid back up her legs as I stood, grabbing that luscious ass of hers in both hands, and lifting her.

“Beautiful and unrestrained with tiny claws you’ve sunk deep into my heart,” I panted, walking us behind the SUV. Using the wall to steady her, I slid my jeans down to my knees. “Now, my Wild Thing,” I whispered as I notched myself at her entrance. “Eyes over my shoulder the whole time and tap me twice if I need to stop.”

Fuck, I hoped my luck held out and nobody came before we did. My balls were near to bursting and I couldn’t wait to spill into her tight heat.

Her thighs tightened around me as I plunged into her sweet pussy. My head swam, the sensation almost overwhelming me. After taking a second to recover, I bounced her up and down on my cock, my hands digging into the bottom of her ass. My Wild Thing lived up to her name, digging her little nails into my shoulders, hard. Fuck, yeah.

While she watched our surroundings, I buried my head in her neck. If I could, I’d crawl inside this girl and stay there. I wanted her to give me hell, then turn around and take my cock. She was mine, and I wanted every fucker out there to know it.

So, I licked and sucked in the spot where her neck met her shoulder over and over as I fucked her. Those little nails of hers scratched and clawed at me as she came, the start of a moan escaping before she could hold it back. Fuck how I wished she could holler the whole place down. For now,though, I’d settle for her drenching me with the force of her orgasm.

Every time I slid out of her, her pussy clamped down around me, trying to suck me back in. The obscenely wet slapping sounds of our fucking echoed around us, spurring me on. I wanted to make her come once more before I did, and I was damn close to losing it.

Only Stel could make me lose control, unravel me so completely I didn’t have a fucking clue where I ended, and she began.

Her pussy contracted around me as she came, her nails dug into my biceps, her pussy milking my cock dry as I exploded inside of her. Both of us shook with the force of it, our chests heaving in sync. Our breathing sounded loud in the darkened alcove as she tensed in my arms, her hand frantically tapping my shoulder.

Fuck. I lowered her to the ground and rushed to help her with her pants and boot before sliding my own jeans up and zipping them. By the time the car rounded the curve, we were both dressed and hiding behind the SUV, her harsh breathing the only evidence of what we’d been doing.

ACorvettewhipped into the spot across from us, its engine dying as the elevator across from it dinged. Both the car door and the elevator door opened at the same time. Inside the elevator was well lit and I heard Stel’s intake of breath as the fat, old fucker inside stepped out.

In the gloom, all I could make out of the guy who exited the sports car was his build. He was tall and athletic, his swagger that of a younger man. They met each other halfway and stopped, the younger man dwarfing the older one, yet he bent his head in deference.

“Well?” the older guy asked.

“Nothing yet, boss. It’s like she just vanished.”

“Jesus, what do I pay you for? Never mind. I’ll take care of it myself.”

The older guy tottered away, a black Lincoln Town Car’s lights flashing as the doors unlocked. The tall guy shook his head, watching his boss slowly back out before he turned around and went back to his sports car.

Stel left my side before I could grab her, swiftly moving toward the guy’s sports car. What in the fuck was she doing?

He opened his door, his back thankfully to us as we approached. A faint shaft of light caught the glint of steel in Stel’s hand a second before she made her move. Even though I was only a few steps behind her, there was nothing I could do to stop what happened next had I wanted to.

She plunged the blade into the side of his neck, a gurgled moan escaping him as he fell backward into Stel.

Catching him, she twisted the blade, hissing, “You don’t deserve a quick death. But today’s your lucky day, asshole, because that’s all I have time for.”

Holy shit. I watched, dumbfounded, as her arms enveloped him, her hands meeting over his chest. He had a good hundred pounds on Stel, yet here she was dragging him backward by herself.

Knowing Stel, she had a damn good reason for killing the bastard. One I didn’t want to know, otherwise I’d be digging him up just so I’d have the pleasure of plunging the knife into him myself.

Shaking those thoughts away, I kicked into action, grabbing his feet, and helping her dump his body behind the SUV where we’d just fucked. Stel shoved the bloody knife into my saddlebag and rushed to the side of the parking garage, looking down. She must be checking to see which way the town car was headed. Phone in hand, I dialed the only person I knew of who could take care of this shit for us.

Hunter picked up on the second ring and I didn’t even give him a chance to speak.

“Hey, I need a cleanup at 4240 West Ross. Body’s behind an SUV. Stel and I are going after the second guy.”

Stel jogged over as I hung up and climbed on behind me, her voice breathless as she said, “Take a right. He’s heading out of town.”

Her hands tightened around me as I took off, quickly navigating the sloping ramps downward.

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