Reese

“So wet and slippery,” he grins as his touch pushes me higher and higher. My body is burning up as the ice melts and drips out of me. Pushing a finger inside me, he thrusts it lazily backward and forward while his thumb circles my clit.

“Vega,” I gasp, the only warning I can give him.

His mouth slams down on mine, which thankfully allows him to swallow down my screams as I come fast and hard.

With a final kiss, he pulls away and grins. “Think you can focus now?”

“I’m going to kill you,” I warn him, but there is no heat in my words.

I see movement out of the corner of my eye. My mark stands with the woman, his hand on the small of her back as he leads her toward the door. “Looks like you’re about to get a reprieve. Our mark is on the move.”

“Hold on a second.” He tugs my underwear from his pocket and uses them to clean me up before helping me out of my seat.

I watch them as Vega pulls some money from his wallet.

“Go. I’ll be right behind you,” he tells me. So, I do, not wanting to lose sight of them.

I ignore the throb between my legs or the dampness of my dress. Thank God I opted for black.

I’m at the door when Vega’s tattooed hand reaches over me and pushes it open.

“Thanks. Now, if you’d just give me my underwear back, I might downgrade your murder to a little maiming.”

“I’m afraid that’s just not possible, Duchess.”

“Dammit, why not?”

“Because I left them as part of our tip,” he whispers in my ear.

My eyes shoot to the window, and sure enough, the server is holding up my black thong with a grin on his face.

“Oh, you’re a dead man, Vega.”

“Can you maybe kill him later? I’d really like to wash the smell of asshole off me at some point this evening.”

I snort out a laugh at the sound of Sugar’s aggravated voice.

“You were the one who insisted on being here.”

“Yeah, well, he knew your face,” she pouts, checking her lipstick in her compact.

“Let’s do this before he wakes up.” She closes the compact and tosses it into her purse. She struts to her car, which now has a passed-out man in the backseat.

“Want me to join you?” Vega asks me, looking from me to Ivan, Sugar’s driver and guard. Ivan waves at me when he sees me looking.

“No. I’m not sure how long we’ll be, but I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.”

I lift up onto my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Alright, be good.”

I follow Sugar, turning at the last minute to find Vega still watching. His eyes are on my ass this time. I knew he wouldn’t leave until he saw me safely inside the car.

“I’m always a good girl.” I bat my lashes before climbing inside and closing the door on the sound of his laughter.

* * *

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me I had to let him paw all over me, and I don’t even get to kill him? Where is the fairness in that?” Sugar complains, dropping into the chair, pouting.