Chapter 15 · Ch15

Sideways He walked me into the warehouse wall so hard the shelving rang, jealous over a shot I'd taken that cost him a deal, and there was no bed in a hundred yards of rust.

"You don't get to shoot my deals and then look at me like I'm still yours to break," Levi said.

"I'll ruin you right here."

"The guy had a rifle on your unarmed runner."

"You looked at him when you pulled the trigger like he mattered more than my mouth." His thigh shoved between mine.

"Tell me who owns this body." Warehouse. Oil. Jealousy. I was already hard and furious. So was he. I yanked his belt. He yanked mine. He slid into me standing, a punishment that rattled cans off a shelf.

"Look at me while I take you," I snarled, and then I was the one being taken, and I let it happen. We broke on corrugated metal, biting marks into each other that Command would never file.

"Don't you dare," he panted, "write . The jealousy had a setting that was not a bed: desk, counter, SUV leather, warehouse rust, oak archive — take the one we were in.