Page 35 of Tracking Luxe

“Not a fan of spice?” he asked.

“Vegetarian, not a fan of dead flesh.”

His laugh was equally arousing. Luxe almost licked his face.

They exchanged names. I could do with some company. She’d told him flirtatiously.

It moved quickly after that

They seduced outrageously.

Luxe didn’t plan to find a quiet corner booth and crawl all over him.

She didn’t plan to let him pull her shirt down and suck on a nipple until she thought she might come right there in a busy bar in Colorado.

Nothing she did in that first hour with Grinder was part of her normal pattern.

Nor was the way she slid her hand into his jacket, intent on shoving it off his shoulders, until her fingers felt the cool links of a chain in the inside pocket.

It was instinct, even as his tongue swirled hotly in her mouth.

She’d never felt this hot before, this needy.

The beard tasted like nothing before, his tongue made her do things she’d never done in private let alone public before.

Her head spinning, dry humping his thigh as he palmed between her legs.

“I want you.” The words came unbidden causing him to growl against her lips.

A noise so appealing she’d sucked on his lip like he was made of rich chocolate.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He growled streaking his mouth along her jaw, biting her earlobe. His hands everywhere turning her into velvet hotness and his willing slave ready to fuck over the table if necessary. “Let me have you. Let me give you the best fuck of your life,” he commanded. “I need to fuck all this heat, Luxe.”

Oh, god. Making her excuse to use the bathroom, he growled for her to come back to him, and just the way he said it like that sent flashes of pleasure everywhere.

Come back to him.

She was outside before she could justify a reason, gulping in fresh air like it was about to be turned off.

Her body had never felt so alive, so why was she standing on the sidewalk?

Why was she hurrying towards her car?

Why was she driving ten miles over the speed limit just to get away from all that sensation in her body?

Only when she came to a stop sign did Luxe unfurl her fist and found that gold chain in her palm.

Oh, fuck. What had her thieving fingers done?

The small piece of gold looked at her accusingly and she shoved it in the glove compartment.

There was no going back now.

Not when she’d stolen from the beard.

Present Day

Luxe had always seen her life in a series of mishaps that narrowly she’d scraped through. For a lot of years, she’d danced on the edge, sometimes balancing perilously close to going to jail, or worse if her mark caught her stealing from them. She’d stolen from some very dangerous people who wouldn’t think twice about ending her life.