backside to him and at the time she thought it was a great idea—until her body brushed up close against his. He shut the door and closed them into the stuffy space.
Against the crown of her head he laughed, his breath warm as he leaned in closer. Okay, any second now please. She could feel his broad chest against her back down to his lean legs. When something stirred and hardened against her buttocks, a whisper of mercy bubbled from her lips.
“Is this gate out of order or something?” Damn, why did her voice have to sound so hoarse? Sultry?
He tilted toward her ear, his breath eliciting a shiver. “Five, four, three...”
With an audible pop, they were thrust back into the bathroom stall at Kathy’s Eatery. The toilet should’ve been behind her, but it was in front instead. Disoriented, she fell forward as Rob grabbed her waist to keep her from touching the seat.
Perfect timing for the stall door to swing open and have an older black guy see her bent over with Rob perched over her doggy-style.
“Not the best place to make out, people,” the man said.
Last night had been the most fun Rob had experienced since he’d arrived back in New York. He’d had wild times with old friends in the past, but none of them compared to going on a repo mission and ending with him bending a hot witch over in a broken-down bathroom. Tessa probably cursed his name before she drifted off to sleep in her Midtown palace. Rob chuckled at the thought as he sat on the steps in front of his aunt and uncle’s house in Brooklyn. There was hardly any traffic to distract him. Even though it was sunrise, he was wide-awake.
All kinds of debtors had crossed his path for the past couple of days. In the field he’d seen every kind of conman and swindler, but none of them were like her. Yet her car had been repossessed, just like everyone else. Which more or less made her irresponsible. Rob had never owed a debt in life. And he preferred to keep it that way.
From the day he started working, he picked up goods from repeat offenders. One of them included Dagger, an elder warlock who made his missions far too dangerous. That asshole didn’t give a fuck about paying or giving back what he borrowed. Lately, the bastard had been collecting pretty powerful shit, which worried Rob to no end.
He was only one man, what difference could he make with powerful beings hiding in every dark corner?
Rob grew up in a household with a white stepmother and Korean father. His birth-mom passed away not long after he was born. During the whole time, his abuji , who worked day-to-day for his wage, had been bent on reminding his only son of his Asian heritage at any opportunity. “All these American warlocks don’t know shit. You need to earn your way, Robert. If I have to come kick your ass to make you work harder than everyone else, I’ll do it.” Having someone say that to you in Korean every day when all you heard was English made it stick pretty well.
It had been five years since he’d addressed someone as father. His dad had passed away not long after he’d joined the military. Just saying the word ‘dad’ in Korean brought good memories instead of the bad ones.
His stepmom and dad never had the best relationship and divorced when Rob was only ten. She took such good care of him, even though she spent money faster than his dad earned it, leaving his father bitter when it came to finances. After his stepmom moved out, his father’s busy work schedule never kept his old man from spending time with him on the weekends. Even with a part-time weekend job.
That was the kind of man he wanted to be.
“Stay away from women who have problems when it comes to money,” he remembered his dad saying. “I loved your stepmom more than I loved myself—I think that’s why she hurt me so badly when she chose money over me.”
At times like this he missed his abuji .
Rob turned to see a man walking down the street. The guy, who looked innocent enough in
Against the crown of her head he laughed, his breath warm as he leaned in closer. Okay, any second now please. She could feel his broad chest against her back down to his lean legs. When something stirred and hardened against her buttocks, a whisper of mercy bubbled from her lips.
“Is this gate out of order or something?” Damn, why did her voice have to sound so hoarse? Sultry?
He tilted toward her ear, his breath eliciting a shiver. “Five, four, three...”
With an audible pop, they were thrust back into the bathroom stall at Kathy’s Eatery. The toilet should’ve been behind her, but it was in front instead. Disoriented, she fell forward as Rob grabbed her waist to keep her from touching the seat.
Perfect timing for the stall door to swing open and have an older black guy see her bent over with Rob perched over her doggy-style.
“Not the best place to make out, people,” the man said.
Last night had been the most fun Rob had experienced since he’d arrived back in New York. He’d had wild times with old friends in the past, but none of them compared to going on a repo mission and ending with him bending a hot witch over in a broken-down bathroom. Tessa probably cursed his name before she drifted off to sleep in her Midtown palace. Rob chuckled at the thought as he sat on the steps in front of his aunt and uncle’s house in Brooklyn. There was hardly any traffic to distract him. Even though it was sunrise, he was wide-awake.
All kinds of debtors had crossed his path for the past couple of days. In the field he’d seen every kind of conman and swindler, but none of them were like her. Yet her car had been repossessed, just like everyone else. Which more or less made her irresponsible. Rob had never owed a debt in life. And he preferred to keep it that way.
From the day he started working, he picked up goods from repeat offenders. One of them included Dagger, an elder warlock who made his missions far too dangerous. That asshole didn’t give a fuck about paying or giving back what he borrowed. Lately, the bastard had been collecting pretty powerful shit, which worried Rob to no end.
He was only one man, what difference could he make with powerful beings hiding in every dark corner?
Rob grew up in a household with a white stepmother and Korean father. His birth-mom passed away not long after he was born. During the whole time, his abuji , who worked day-to-day for his wage, had been bent on reminding his only son of his Asian heritage at any opportunity. “All these American warlocks don’t know shit. You need to earn your way, Robert. If I have to come kick your ass to make you work harder than everyone else, I’ll do it.” Having someone say that to you in Korean every day when all you heard was English made it stick pretty well.
It had been five years since he’d addressed someone as father. His dad had passed away not long after he’d joined the military. Just saying the word ‘dad’ in Korean brought good memories instead of the bad ones.
His stepmom and dad never had the best relationship and divorced when Rob was only ten. She took such good care of him, even though she spent money faster than his dad earned it, leaving his father bitter when it came to finances. After his stepmom moved out, his father’s busy work schedule never kept his old man from spending time with him on the weekends. Even with a part-time weekend job.
That was the kind of man he wanted to be.
“Stay away from women who have problems when it comes to money,” he remembered his dad saying. “I loved your stepmom more than I loved myself—I think that’s why she hurt me so badly when she chose money over me.”
At times like this he missed his abuji .
Rob turned to see a man walking down the street. The guy, who looked innocent enough in
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