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Catching movement from his left, Grinder looked up to see Jamie Steele striding through. A woman who looked like a groupie and his VP with him. They clashed eyes and Grinder nodded a kind-of greeting. It was the best he could do.

Jamie smirked and rose a brow. “We letting in any one these days, Amos?” he asked his second who cackled. “Seems like Prez.”

“I’ll be at the drop to meet you later, pocket-rocket.” Jamie directed to Luxe and headed out.

He’d givenhiswoman a pet name.

Grinder didn’t know how to feel about that.

He kept himself in check and when Luxe finished eating he asked her to walk him out to his truck.

“Why are you always scowling at Jamie? I told you there’s nothing between us.” She asked after the slow stroll over to his car, her hand caught in his. He opened the driver’s door and leaned against it, wanting a few more minutes with Luxe.

“Because I like to screw with him. His ego can take the hit.” Grinder told her running his thumb over her plump pink lips. She kept them bare, except for that night of the Russian’s party he hadn’t ever seen her wearing makeup. His Luxe was an uncomplicated woman, functionally in what she wore, but sexy and stylish without being flashy. He got a raging boner every time he saw her in jeans and out of them. Hell, she could wear a sack and his cock would rise to say hello. His thumb moved against her cheek, he bit his smile when she leaned into it. Her face was exquisitely beautiful to him.

So fucking beautiful somewhere in his chest it began to ache.

He had to make her his full time.

Had to, or he’d go insane with these sensations in his gut. These hit it and quit it visits were good, so fucking good his sore dick was addicted, but Grinder was hoping it wasn’t enough for her either, that she’d want more, too.

Luxe chuffed a laugh. “Says thechicowith the extra-large ego.” She’d moved slowly and tucked herself into his ribs without him having to pull her there. Grinder grinned to himself and palmed her butt.

“You weren’t complaining about my ego when you were riding it this morning, love. I heard a fewoh godsin there.”

That cute nose of hers wrinkled. “I fell on it.”

He burst out laughing, cupped her face and took a kiss he craved, sipping from her lips, brushing the wetness with his thumb.

“Is there more ex's I have to run off, love?” he asked calmly.

She snorted and bit his thumb, called his ego too large in Spanglish.

He liked his ego the size it was. He grinned and didn’t respond.

“I thought not, so I get my kicks with Steele.” Grinder was a petty fucker. Why do I even care?Fuck this was annoying that he wasn’t bothered he cared about laying the foundation of his claim on her, it didn’t give him a twinge of panic or irritation that he was thinking of someone else before himself.

Preacher, that self-proclaimed dickhead in love expert would tell him it was the beginning of the end.

Fire swept through him every time she put her hands on him as she was now, stroking up his chest. With his eyes hooded, listening to Luxe tell him her schedule for thievery for the rest of her day he didn’t even know if she was aware she was petting him, but fuck if it didn’t feel good when she swept over a nipple, air expanded his chest. In and out. Those nimble fingers that poke into things which didn’t belong to her and she was so damn good at it, too, was stroking him, tempting him to drag her into the back seat of his truck and show her what his fucking soul already knew.

Luxe was his girl.

Could all these emotions give him a heart attack?

He had one more day with her before she was out of town again.

One day to fit everything in that he was feeling.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“It might just be the pot talking, but I think I love my kidnapper…” - Luxe

“Aren’t you going to do anything, bro?”

Grinder switched his gaze to Preacher for a second before swerving it back towards Luxe, standing over by Otis’ door having a face off with a guy who, to Grinder’s knowledge was only existing and therefore it had pissed his thief off. He’d felt her presence the moment she’d arrived, some gut pulling and his heart had sped up like a goddamn drum psychic signal to alert his body his woman was nearby. The reaction was straight out of some fucking fancy ass romance book, he reckoned. But she was here to meet him after a night of stealing and his body was ready to show her how grateful he was.

Only some fool had deemed it okay to wolf whistle his woman and to say something offensive from what he could guess from the way Luxe’s feathers had ruffled instantly. He’d laughed knowing fine well what was about to happen. That poor shithead.