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With a much more meaningful target to take out.
If Tracy would let him.
There was the huge elephant still in the room. He was just the only one who saw the damn thing at the moment.
Time to change that. As fast as possible.
“Everything’s fine, ku’uipo.” He swept a meaningful look down over her face. “We’re just clearing the air.”
She nonchalantly tapped at the end of a banana—giving the motions much more meaning than her son had. “Dare I ask about what?”
“Hmmm.” Two could play at the easy-breezy act. “For starters, the issue about this young man purposely throwing a certain virtual tennis match.”
“Do not look at me,” Luke sputtered at Tracy’s accusing gaze. “He figured it out, just like I told you he would.”
“Smart kid.” Franzen added a chuckle, using the relaxed moment to make things more unrelaxed for the woman. His own discomfort was torture, but so fucking worth it. So damn right, to be close enough to watch the thrumming pulse in her neck…to feel the new tension in her body…to soak up the new heat of her, all but shimmering the air like waves of rainforest humidity. She smelled that good too, the cream of her clean skin accented by a hint of perfume not her usual. Something fruity yet spicy, mixing so perfectly with her chemistry…
Tracy snapped him back to practicality with her sniff of bafflement. “Well, he lets me win all the time, and I can’t tell.”
“Because I don’t do that?” Luke ticked a knowing glance at Franz. “Now she has the bad-ass backhand.”
He chuckled again. “Somehow, I believe it.”
“Mia’s is killer too.” The kid pivoted, leading with one dipped shoulder. “Which is as good an excuse as I have to get the hell out of here…” He subtly lifted the end into a question, hooking a look back to Tracy in the doing.
“Go.” She made a shoo’ing motion. “Off with you, child.”
“And off with us.” Franz murmured it as soon as Luke vanished, underlining his growled command by wrapping a hand into one of hers. The responding pressure of her own, squeezing with such complete trust, sent a rush of incredible new sensation through him. Heat—there was always that—but also strength. Confidence. The driving certainty that every drop of his plans for this had been the right call.
Even if she might not think so at first.
If that bridge was going to be crossed, now was the time.
A message his whole body really got on board with—as soon as he had her in the elevator, and the doors slid shut.
Seal them completely in together.
Franz didn’t wait a damn second longer to pin her down.
Her body up against the lift wall. Her legs high, clamped around his hips. Her mouth open, taking the hot plunge of his tongue. Her moan strident, echoing through every synapse of his senses. Her cleft hot, writhing to meet the fevered slide of his erection.
“You wanted wicked?” he finally snarled against her lips. “How’s this for a start?”
His kitten’s breath, panting and eager, was a sweet mix of toothpaste and lust. “Uh-huh.” She nodded eagerly. “Yes…yes, Sir.”
“Damn glad to hear that, popoki.” Keeping her tacked against the wall with one hip, he kicked the other back and up, tagging the red Stop button with his heel. Alert bells clanged all around them. The noise only seemed to feed Tracy’s desire. As his leg came down, she gazed as if he’d just scaled the Great Wall of China instead of simply killing two birds with one stone.
Which brought him back to the task at hand.
He had a minute at best until Z and Max broke into the elevator shaft from the basement and started climbing to get them. Just to be sure he had her full attention during those seconds, he braced the curve of her jaw in the U of his hand.
“You took our little agreement to heart, Tracy Rhodes. I admit, it was fun getting to beat the kid at least once.”
Her stare turned silken. So did her lips, parting as she licked them. “I’m glad to hear that, Captain Franzen.”
Gods, how he craved to kiss her. But kissing wasn’t a luxury for a deadline like this.
“Well, then. You’ll be happy to hear I took things seriously too.”
