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He turned and walked backward, pointing a finger in his friend’s
direction. “This is only for tonight.”
“Mmmm.” Theo smiled. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
He could stand around and argue, but what was the point? They had
tonight, and Galen would make damn sure it was enough. They’d left the
club early enough that no one had paid them much attention, which meant
no one should be able to connect them to Meg. She would wake up
tomorrow with some good memories and he and Theo would move on.
They’d got what they came to New York for, and it was just happy
coincidence that they found Meg before they left.
It couldn’t last.
For anyone’s sake.
They were safe enough for now, and that was all that mattered. Theo
had it right when he accused Galen of being too tightly wound. If he didn’t
let off some steam soon, he was going to start making mistakes.
The price of his mistakes was already too high.
He shoved the thought from his mind and turned to pick up his pace.
Meg had reached the bedroom by now, and she’d have realized there was no
escape. Against his better judgment, his heartbeat kicked up a notch and his
adrenaline surged.
It was just a game, after all. Tonight was the only thing in the last six
months that didn’t have deadly stakes and he’d be a fool not to enjoy it as
much as he was able.
He stalked into the room and barely had time to brace before Meg threw
herself at him. Galen caught her as she wrapped her legs around his waist
and gave him a smug look. “I caught you.”
“I was the one meant to catch you.” He let his gaze drip over her full
lips and down to her flushed chest, her full breasts tipped with pink nipples
gone dark from both his and Theo’s touch.
“Spoiler alert—you did.” She tightened her thighs around him and
tangled her fingers in his hair, the feeling twin to when Theo had done it
earlier. And, damn her, she knew it. Meg leaned in and kissed his neck, his
jaw, the sensitive spot beneath his ear. “The question is what you’re going
to do with me.”
Fuck him, who was this woman?