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“Don’t you dare.”
“Dare? I love a challenge.” His hand crept up her thigh, about to make him a quick winner to his
claim.
“Are you insane? Now’s not the time. We’ll get caught.”
“Then tell the truth. You liked it.”
Why did it matter? His hand moved up an inch. Her heart thumped faster. If she didn’t say
anything, would he make good on this threat? His fingers crept closer and her cleft moistened. Damn him.
“Maybe I liked it a little.”
“A lot.”
“Don’t push it.”
“I won’t, until you beg for it. And you will.” He said the last with a sensual leer as he set her on
her feet.
“You wish.”
“I know. Now, take out that camera, would you?” He handed her a gun, which he pulled out of a
pocket in the cloak, a gun she could have sworn didn’t exist. She’d felt every inch of that fabric. Passed metal detectors. Where was he getting all the stuff from?
Taking the gun, she checked the safety and the indicator level, which showed it fully charged.
“How do you know I can shoot?”
“A scammer like yourself has to know how to protect herself somehow. Since hand-to-hand isn’t
your thing, I assume it’s guns. Or knives. But, given you lack calluses and the fact you get squeamish at the sight of a bit of blood, I’m going to guess firearms.”
How surprisingly astute of him – maybe a little smarter than she gave him credit for. As she aimed
and took fire at the devices manning this stretch of hallway, he bent over, giving her a very nice view of his ass. She couldn’t help but ask, “What the hell are you doing now?”
“With them blinded, it’s time to foil our pursuers, of course, and buy us some time.” Up came a
grate in the floor, along with a knife, which he used to shear a lock off her head.
“Hey!”
“It’ll grow back.” He wedged the hair between the grate and floor, leaving an obvious trail. Then
he caught her hand and dragged her close.
“What is it with you and personal space?”
“In order for the cloak to work, we have to be under it.”
“That doesn’t explain why your hand is on my boob.”
He squeezed. “Because I like it there.”
So did she, but that was beside the point. “What’s next?”
“Now, we go back in the direction we came from.”
“What?”
“Let them split up where we took the cameras out and waste their time looking in the wrong
places. They don’t know about my cloak’s abilities and won’t expect us to return in that direction.”
“Or so you hope. That’s crazy.”
“Shhh. We’re in camera range. Stay close.” Damn him. She clamped her lips tight and trusted he
knew what he did. But the first chance she got, away she’d flee. Promise or not, the guy was a whack job.
A cute whack job, but still, she had enough dealing with one crazy partner without getting involved with a second.
Back up the hall they tread, trusting in the invisibility of the cloak, keeping silent lest the vigilant cameras catch their subterfuge. When the tread of boots came toward them, the urge to run almost took her out from under the cloak. As if sensing her need for flight, Makl tucked them into an alcove, muscled frame squishing hers against the wall, his lips brushing against her ear. Despite the situation, his warm, fanning breath did wicked things to her blood pressure.
The hired guards ran past them, their transmitters squawking. “They’re in the sewers. Release the kraken.” Or so her translator called whatever this planet had that passed for one.
Fucking seriously? Mental note to self: never visit the sewers on this planet.
Coast clear again, onwards they went, past their cell and the dead guards, their flight hampered by
their need to remain out of sight under a cloak meant for one. Thankfully, they didn’t have much farther to go. Passing the empty guard station, they hit some stairs, which ended in a locked door.
This she could handle. “Got any picks in your pockets?”
“We don’t have
“Dare? I love a challenge.” His hand crept up her thigh, about to make him a quick winner to his
claim.
“Are you insane? Now’s not the time. We’ll get caught.”
“Then tell the truth. You liked it.”
Why did it matter? His hand moved up an inch. Her heart thumped faster. If she didn’t say
anything, would he make good on this threat? His fingers crept closer and her cleft moistened. Damn him.
“Maybe I liked it a little.”
“A lot.”
“Don’t push it.”
“I won’t, until you beg for it. And you will.” He said the last with a sensual leer as he set her on
her feet.
“You wish.”
“I know. Now, take out that camera, would you?” He handed her a gun, which he pulled out of a
pocket in the cloak, a gun she could have sworn didn’t exist. She’d felt every inch of that fabric. Passed metal detectors. Where was he getting all the stuff from?
Taking the gun, she checked the safety and the indicator level, which showed it fully charged.
“How do you know I can shoot?”
“A scammer like yourself has to know how to protect herself somehow. Since hand-to-hand isn’t
your thing, I assume it’s guns. Or knives. But, given you lack calluses and the fact you get squeamish at the sight of a bit of blood, I’m going to guess firearms.”
How surprisingly astute of him – maybe a little smarter than she gave him credit for. As she aimed
and took fire at the devices manning this stretch of hallway, he bent over, giving her a very nice view of his ass. She couldn’t help but ask, “What the hell are you doing now?”
“With them blinded, it’s time to foil our pursuers, of course, and buy us some time.” Up came a
grate in the floor, along with a knife, which he used to shear a lock off her head.
“Hey!”
“It’ll grow back.” He wedged the hair between the grate and floor, leaving an obvious trail. Then
he caught her hand and dragged her close.
“What is it with you and personal space?”
“In order for the cloak to work, we have to be under it.”
“That doesn’t explain why your hand is on my boob.”
He squeezed. “Because I like it there.”
So did she, but that was beside the point. “What’s next?”
“Now, we go back in the direction we came from.”
“What?”
“Let them split up where we took the cameras out and waste their time looking in the wrong
places. They don’t know about my cloak’s abilities and won’t expect us to return in that direction.”
“Or so you hope. That’s crazy.”
“Shhh. We’re in camera range. Stay close.” Damn him. She clamped her lips tight and trusted he
knew what he did. But the first chance she got, away she’d flee. Promise or not, the guy was a whack job.
A cute whack job, but still, she had enough dealing with one crazy partner without getting involved with a second.
Back up the hall they tread, trusting in the invisibility of the cloak, keeping silent lest the vigilant cameras catch their subterfuge. When the tread of boots came toward them, the urge to run almost took her out from under the cloak. As if sensing her need for flight, Makl tucked them into an alcove, muscled frame squishing hers against the wall, his lips brushing against her ear. Despite the situation, his warm, fanning breath did wicked things to her blood pressure.
The hired guards ran past them, their transmitters squawking. “They’re in the sewers. Release the kraken.” Or so her translator called whatever this planet had that passed for one.
Fucking seriously? Mental note to self: never visit the sewers on this planet.
Coast clear again, onwards they went, past their cell and the dead guards, their flight hampered by
their need to remain out of sight under a cloak meant for one. Thankfully, they didn’t have much farther to go. Passing the empty guard station, they hit some stairs, which ended in a locked door.
This she could handle. “Got any picks in your pockets?”
“We don’t have
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