Page 18 of Dirty Justice


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AJ’s dark eyes landed on hers. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the smug expression in their depths.

Shaken to the core by what she’d let him do to her—and in record time—she collapsed to the bed, lifeless.

His lips trailed to the corner of her mouth, then down to the point of her chin before leaving her skin.

“Now, about those tacos.”

She cracked an eye to see he had his phone in hand again. A peek at the screen revealed her favorite Mexican restaurant in DC.

Damn him for knowing that too. For knowingso muchabout her.

With a few clicks, he ordered tacos just the way she liked them, and for himself, two burritos with extra beef.

Catching her staring, he threw her a crooked smile that sent her body into overdrive all over again. He tossed his phone to the side and dragged her underneath him.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” she managed to squeak out before he tugged her nipple with his lips.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Gasping, she burrowed her fingers into his thick hair. “But last time didn’t turn out so well.”

“Won’t happen again.” He sucked the bud into his mouth. Dizzy heat swallowed her up. She tumbled for several minutes into an abyss of sensation and pleasure while he teased her nipples into hard, throbbing, damp pebbles.

A shudder ripped through her, and she scrambled to connect with her countless reasons why he should leave her apartment, her bed, her life.

But that never happened because he lay his head on the pillow next to her and pulled her into his arms. Her cheek pillowed on the hard muscle of his chest. She breathed in his masculine scent mixed with the fresh spring of dryer sheets, and her eyes slipped shut.

If only it could stay this way for them. But she knew all too well these moments were as fleeting as cherry blossoms in the spring—one minute they were in full bloom and the next they were dried, crumpled petals on the ground.

She could not go down this road with Apollo again.

His long fingers stroked a path down her spine, soothing away all the little knots in her muscles she didn’t know were there until she grew too boneless to even leave his hold.

His phone dinged an alert, and he lifted an arm to grab it. “Delivery’s here.” He sat up and reached for his jeans.

She watched him tug them up without bothering to put his boxer briefs back on.

He zipped his fly over his stiff cock and cut a grin at her. “I’ll just go down and meet him at the door. I told him to come to the dullest beige building on the block.”

She stifled a scream and flung a pillow at his head. Which he adeptly dodged. Laughing, he yanked his shirt over his head and strutted out of her room like the annoying, arrogant alpha he was.

FIVE

“I think tacos in bed should be our new thing.” Apollo polished off the last bite of the burrito he’d ordered and reached for his water.

Indika was propped against the headboard beside him. While he stepped out to pay for the delivery, she’d thrown on a comfortable set of clothes and put her hair in a ponytail.

Just like old times.

He’d damn near dropped the bag of food and dove for her again. Seeing her out of her power suit was even hotter than seeing her in one. And when Indika pulled her hair back, it always drove him crazy. Those tantalizing earlobes made him want to nibble and lick them until she was begging for more.

She crumpled the paper wrapper from around her taco and dropped it into the takeout bag. Her little sigh of satisfaction lifted his hopes.

A few hours ago, he never thought she’d drop her shield and let him in again. Now here he was sharing a meal in bed with her.

Though…she wasn’t exactly chatty.

He moved the bag onto the floor and stretched out his legs. They extended a lot farther than hers. Indika was petite and embodied all the sayings about short women being feisty.

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