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“Careful, babe.” I slide my hand up her side until it reaches the underside of her breast and run my thumb across her hardened nipple. “Two can play at this game.”

“That’s not a threat.” She twists, bringing her lips back to mine, and wiggles again.

I groan into her mouth when she arches her chest deeper into my hand. A war wages in my head. In under a minute, we could be inside her townhome, with her writhing against me in a totally different way. As much as I want Emi, I’m enjoying myself right here.

Her tongue swirls with mine, the faint taste of wine and chocolate coating my mouth. She continues to grind on my lap as I caress her breast, circling her nipple. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, scraping up and down as she whimpers at my touch.

That sound sends a surge of red-hot desire boiling through me. When she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs gently, I struggle for control. Slowly, this woman is unraveling me, testing my limits.

In the distance, I hear a door slam and then a rapping sound. Emi is oblivious, deepening the kiss further. She presses closer, tangling her tongue back with mine, and encourages me with her little hums.

The rapping grows louder, drawing my attention to the outside of my truck. “What the fuck?” I tear my mouth away, ready to kill whoever is knocking on the window.

Even though it’s dark outside, and my windows are foggy, I can make out two hands cupping the glass as someone tries to see inside.

“Is someone watching us?” Emi goes stiff in my arms.

“Slide over, baby. I’ll handle this.”

She does as I ask and straightens her dress before nodding at me. I flick on the overhead light and reach down to grab the gun under my seat, ready to unleash on the intruder. My military and police training kicks into high gear, careful of what’s on the other side of the door. I take a quick scan out the windows, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. The glass starts to clear, and I raise my gun before slowly lowering the window.

My words of warning to back up die when I see who’s standing there.

Emi groans, then hisses, “Shoot her.”

“Thank God, it was you two, or else, I’d feel like a peeping Tom,” Maren chirps, grinning wide.

“That’s because you are a peeping Tom, you idiot! What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“It couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Emi screeches so loud I have to shake my head to stop the ringing in my ears.

“No.”

There’s silence among us as I look between them. Wordlessly, they communicate with their eyes until Maren starts to sniff, breaking the silence.

“Fine.” Emi’s face softens as she digs in her purse, handing the keys across me through the window. “Give me a minute. Go on inside.”

“Sorry, Walker.” Maren gives me an apologetic glance before walking away with tears in her eyes.

I roll up the window and turn to face Emi, who’s chewing her bottom lip. “This is so embarrassing, Walker. I swear, she’s not usually like this. She’s been doing fine, but sometimes, the humiliation that Carlton put her though gets to her.”

“Why the hell is she humiliated? He’s the asshole. I don’t know their situation, but the one encounter I had with him, it was evident. She’s much better off. She seems like a cool woman. He’s the loser in this situation.”

I know I’ve said something right when Emi’s face lights up. “You are such a great guy, Walker Scott.”

Hearing her say this makes me want to drag her back into my lap and resume where we were, but then I remember her friend inside.

“Let’s get you in there.” I jerk my head in the direction of her place before getting out and going to her side.

“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” she tells me as I take her hand.

“Emi…” I frown at her statement.

When we get to her door, she turns to me, cupping my cheek as she rises up to kiss me gently. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.”