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sensed he was doing. Her fingers dipped below the waistband of his jeans, refusing to stop their quest. She brushed against the head of his cock and he jerked. Keeping a death grip on his waistband, she encircled the tip of his cock with the other.
    “Silky,” she purred. “And already wet for me. Do you know how wet I am?”
    Sean gasped and she opened her mouth on his neck, suckling, memorizing his taste. She rubbed against his leg, seeking friction. She needed more. She squeezed around the width of him and stroked down, best she could. He shuddered and her hum returned. She was eager to match the sexual pulses sizzling between their bodies and minds.
    He gripped her around the waist. She read it in his mind. He was about to throw her on the floor and pound his cock inside her. His mind was a whirl of Now. Need. Now. Daze.
    Yes , she broadcast from her mind, unwilling to stop her quest to memorize the inside of his mouth to speak out loud.
    “Daisy?” The call came from the direction of the stairs. With a growl, she ignored the interruption and suckled Sean’s lower lip.
    Lights flared in the basement and shined through the open door of her changing room. Sean abruptly pulled back and her hand ripped out of his jeans. A shadow flickered across the chiseled cut of his jaw. Lips swollen and wet pulled down at the corners and a charming blush spread over his cheekbones. Her heart stuttered in her chest.
    He glanced over his shoulder. It’s Griffin. Here to take you to the rogue camp. You can’t go .
    She’d go, but not until she was done here. She wanted Sean. She’d have him.
    Now.
    “Go away, Griffin,” she snarled.
    Sean raised a brow and gripped her hand when she tried to brush down those frustratingly in-the-way jeans. She’d managed to unzip him and the tip of his cock, red and coated with pre-come, pressed against a flat belly. Her mouth watered and her legs went weak. She was about three seconds away from dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.
    “Ah, in a mood, are we?” The clomp on the stairs could only be Griffin Cinder, who may have been cofounder of the Group but had none of the grace of his brother. And was completely unwelcome at the moment. “Well, keep it under wraps until I can get my ear guards. I left them in the car.”
    Griffin wasn’t usually so careless around her. Must have had a rough night. She smirked. “I said, Go. Away.”
    Disappointment heavy when he shoved his cock back into his boxers and zipped closed his jeans, she batted at Sean’s hands to get back to work peeling off his clothes. She whispered low, for his ears alone—through the strange path of her own ears, through her brain, directly to his. “Where were we? I know where I’m about to be. On my knees. That is one delicious-looking cock. I want a long and thorough taste.”
    We can’t do this. It’s a mistake. But you can’t go on this mission either. Stay. We’ll find other options. It’s too dangerous for you to go. He frowned at her and the blush faded from his cheeks. The slightly unfocused look of his eyes cleared, and he firmed those tasty lips.
    Her pulse pounded at her temple.
    “Dangerous?” she shrilled.
    “Daisy.” The pained sound from Griffin should have stopped her, but when the light touch of Sean’s mind connection slipped away as he turned toward Griffin, her control shredded.
    Her rage consumed, pushed, prodded, wouldn’t be denied. He’d left her. Aching. Unfulfilled. How dare he?
    Arms spread wide, she let her head fall back and opened her mouth to wail, to punish, to wreak havoc.
    No! Don’t hurt Griffin.
    Sean had no right to tell her no. He’d spurned her, left her. He’d turned his back on her.
    Tears streaked down her cheeks. The mirror over the sink pinged. Through the open door, she caught a glimpse of Griffin’s contorted features, hands clamped over his ears. She forced her moan louder, fuller.
    Crack . The mirror splintered. She curled her lip and spread her