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Bonus scene from
The Misfits Psychic Retrieval Agency
(674 words)
Grainger cornered Fallon in her room, blocking her ability to leave. The scent of wisteria
and danger swirled around her. Confused, she stared at him, unsure why he was there. This man
didn't like her. He hated her guts and told her so daily. Okay, maybe not told
her, told her, but he let her know by his douchey vibe. For a year now, they’d
been part of a bigger team and no matter what she’d done to mend the rift
between them, he balked at it.
He called her irredeemable.
“What do you want?” She lifted her chin in defiance hoping
he wouldn’t see the tremble in her hands or see the erratic beat of her heart.
He laughed. The threatening rumble left her feeling trapped
and aroused. “What do I want?” Grainger shook his head. “For you to leave and
never come back.”
She made a promise to Kalkin she’d see this job through. She
couldn’t leave. Besides, she’d become friends with Warren and Abraham. “Not
happening.” Fallon pressed her palm to his chest and shoved.
Grainger didn’t move. A low, vicious growl tore through him, sending sensual pulses of fear skirting along her flesh. “I will end up
devouring you before this mission is over.”
Fallon arched a brow. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“I could drink you dry. No one would
hear us.” He leaned in, lowing her voice to a whisper. “No one would come to
your rescue.”
“Shaun would.” Her voice wobbled. “He’d know an—”
“He’d be dead too.” Grainger ran his tongue along her neck
and a shiver of need raced down her spine. “Mmm, so sweet. Your blood smells like a sugary treat. You’re getting off on this, aren’t
you?”
"So are you," she spat, rubbing her palm against
his groin. "Admit it, Grainger, you want me. You just don’t know how to
get me.”
He wrapped his hand around her throat, snatching her
attention as he snarled, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The little war between them and the one he’d fought daily
whenever she'd been around, was getting to him. His threadbare control was at
its limits and yet, instead of backing down, she faced his challenge head-on.
She goaded him every time she got the chance and today was no different. Fallon
licked her bottom lip. “You should know Shaun and I had sex. In the shower.
This morning.”
Grainger roared in outrage then slammed his lips down on
hers. Fallon’s heart pounded. Her breath came in soft pants. She shook from the
adrenaline and anticipation flowing through her veins. Yes, this was what they
both needed. This was what she’d yearned for and he’d been reluctant to give,
because he’d seen her as a petty thief, and she’d saw him as a pompous agent.
His tongue tangled with hers, drawing a whine of desperation from her.
She burned for him.
She needed more from him.
Fallon pulled his shirt from the hem of his jeans while he
slashed at her shirt, tearing it to ribbons. They were literal and figurative
beasts, doused in pheromones, craving one another. The sensation of spiraling out
of control should have given her pause, instead, she shoved it aside. Finally,
she’d see the prim and proper Grainger Wilcox become disheveled and unhinged.
Pounding shook the door behind them before it slammed open, shattering
as it hit the wall. Grainger ripped himself from Fallon and hissed. The spell
woven around them, broken, by the intruders shoving into the room.
“Great, now we’re going to have to explain to the hotel, why
the door’s broken.” Fallon signed while righting what was left of her clothes. Squaring her shoulders--like she hadn't been seconds from having sex with Grainger--she stepped around the men who'd entered her suit and headed for her bathroom.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for tea with my aunt.”
As she closed the door behind her, she heard Warren ask, “What the fuck happened in here?”
As she closed the door behind her, she heard Warren ask, “What the fuck happened in here?”
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