Page 67 of No Lies No Promises

Pushing him aside, I scowl at my duplicitous fiancé. “Forgive you for what?” My stupid voice screeches.

“Whoa, now.” Palms down, eyes on mine, he closes the gap between us. “Mace found our missing ladies. They’re both fine. I should’ve run right to tell you. Instead, I let you sleep.”

My breath whooshes out. “Are you saying my father doesn’t have them?”

“I am. We all agreed they can stay put as long as there’re no phones, no emails.” He’s holding something back, but there’s no way to ask. Not here. Not now.

“Okay.” I turn toward Dante. “I apologize. Thanks for finding my sister. I mean it.”

“No problem.” My boss sends Sean a super-secret silent warning, then switches off the lights.

I know they are up to something, and I will find out.

Once Dante disappears down the hall, I slide my fingers behind Sean’s neck and tug him to my lips.

“Mmm.” Taking over the kiss, he presses me against the wall.

With instantaneous human combustion a distinct possibility, we make it back to our apartment.

Eyes shining, he drops me on the bed. My heart races as he climbs over me, planting his knees on either side of my hips.

“I love you, babe. You realize I’d do anything to keep you safe, right?”

Before I can question his meaning, he yanks off my t-shirt and places his tip at my already slick opening.

“Can’t wait.” He plunges inside me, so deep, I see stars.

“But…” All thoughts vanish when he pulls out with a slight pop.

Gasping for breath, every nerve on fire, I lock my legs behind his back, holding on for the ride until my orgasm explodes, breaking me into tiny fragments.

But, oh no, he’s not done. Lubricated by our sweaty bodies, he ups his pace. While I shudder, the bed rocks. Digging my feet into the mattress, I arch up for a second high, even though the first one hasn’t finished.

“Dear God.” As I brace for the grand finale of the century, a groan escapes from deep in his chest.

His muscles stiffen, he pistons one last time, then shouts, “Lil!”

“Oh… Oh. Oh yes!” I come. He comes. Heaven comes.

After our pulses calm, he rolls me on top. With his heartbeat slowing in my ear, I follow him into sleep.

I’m back in my college dorm when the fire alarm blares.

Stupid pranks. I pull the pillow over my face. “Shut up.”

Sean’s strong hand grabs my bicep, shaking me awake. “Shoes. Jeans. Sweatshirt. We’ve been breached.”

As my eyes blink away the dream, he snatches the weapon from the bedside table. “Stay here.”

I’m a goddamned black belt in multiple martial arts. Dressing as I go, I race for the front door behind Sean.

It flies open.

Pop! Buzz.

Sean crumples to the floor.

Before I can react, a second Taser sinks into my thigh. My hamstrings seize as I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder. Upside down, I scream, but like in my worst nightmares, nothing comes out.