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also knew he wasn’t going to. That first touch of her lips against his had loosed his beast and there was no going back now. He sat back, still fingering her, and let himself look his fill. In the dark of the backseat, she was little more than a pale shadow, but an exquisite one all the same. He’d allowed her to set the limit of three times, but Z could be a patient predator, and he had no intention of being cut off from her before he’d taken his fill.
    A small voice in the back of his head screamed that he was making a mistake from which there was no coming back, that once he had a taste of this, he wouldn’t be able to stand losing it—not again—but he ignored it.
    Already, she was unbelievably wet, obeying his every command without question. Power coursed through his body, making him feel as if he’d just downed a bottle of Jack.
    It was tempting to undo his pants and replace his fingers with his cock. Too tempting. He took his fingers back, not touching her except where she straddled him. “Let’s see how obedient you can be. Hold this position.”
    It was nearly as torturous for him as it had to be for her. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her, more than he’d wanted anything in damn near seven years. It was like waking up from a dream and realizing that he was seated at a banquet in his honor and all he had to do was reach out to be privy to the greatest pleasures known to mankind. But reaching out meant breaking damn near every rule he’d put in place to keep himself in check.
    Breaking those rules meant possibly putting Sara’s life in danger.
    That sobered him up—but only a little. His phone ringing brought him even further back. He put a finger to Sara’s lips. “Not a word.” Satisfied she was going to obey, he answered, “Loreto.”
    “You got her out okay?”
    There was something wrong about talking to Garrett while the man’s little sister was naked and splayed over his lap, but Z couldn’t bring himself to move her. “We’re halfway to the house now.”
    “Good. Her apartment looks like someone was trying to prove a point. Nothing taken as far as I can tell, but they did a lot of damage.”
    “Hold on.” He put the phone to his shoulder. “You wanted something from your apartment. What?”
    She bit her lip, obviously torn between keeping that information to herself and the desire to actually get what she wanted. He waited for her to realize she didn’t have a choice in answering, and the frustration on her face was a delight to behold. “A photo album under my mattress.”
    He waited, but there was nothing else forthcoming so he put the phone back to his ear. “Under the mattress there’s a photo album. Your sister wants it.”
    “Let me see.” There was grunting and cursing and then Garrett was back. “Sara always was a smart cookie. She cut a hole in the box frame and patched it back up. It’s still here.” She must have heard, because she relaxed, just a bit.
    “We’ll need that.”
    “Ridley and I’ll bring it. She’s about ready to rip my head off for not telling her that we were shipping Sara out of town, so it’ll make her happy to know we’re not fucking kidnappers.” He muttered something that sounded like ‘again.’
    That depended on whom they asked. Sara had made it more than clear that she didn’t want to leave NYC, and was only doing so under protest. He’d thought this job would be drudgery of the highest order, but it was shaping up to be more trouble than he could have anticipated—and all of it originated with the woman in his lap. She was a temptation he’d never expected and couldn’t resist. “Good. Update me if you find anything else.”
    “Will do.” Garrett hesitated. “Z, take care of her, man. She’s my baby sister.”
    The reminder was like cold water thrown in his face. What the fuck was he doing, playing with Sara Reaver? He owed Garrett his life several times over, and he couldn’t even keep his hands off the