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direction, toward Mallory Square, close to the location of her condo. The gunfire faded into the distance along with most of the screaming. From her precarious vantage point, she could tell the crowd had thinned out, and as it dwindled, so did her fear. From what she could see, they were the only people left on the street. Everyone else had fled, most taking the side streets to get away from Duval.
    Still braced with her hands on his butt, Pam shouted as loud as she possibly could. “Please stop. This isn’t safe. Put me down—now!”
    He ignored her. In frustration, she slapped her palm hard on top one of his ass cheeks, hoping to get his attention. Instead of slowing his pace or releasing her, he answered by swatting her backside once with his free hand. She jerked in surprise, dislodging her cat-ear headband. It tumbled to the sidewalk, then bounced into the gutter.
    “Ow!”
    “No,” he grumbled. “No s-saafe.”
    A warm palm smoothed over the stinging surface of her butt. Her skin tingled with a sensation that became much more than soothing, and she sucked in a surprised gasp. She couldn’t escape, and he had her trapped in a vulnerable position while he continued to stroke her bottom.
    What the hell did he mean by no safe ? If anything was unsafe at the moment, it might be his fingers gliding unrestricted up and down her thong string as he ran with her down the street. He continued to rub her as he crossed the road and ended up on the sidewalk before slowing to a brisk walk. She bit her lip and whimpered when one of his fingers explored lower, strumming the thin strip of material blocking her vaginal entrance. She stiffened, anticipating something more invasive.
    “Kord, please stop.” Pam managed to get out a half-hearted plea.
    He groaned, saying, “Lovely Sandra.”
    At least he stopped caressing her. Pam didn’t know for sure if she was relieved or frustrated. His touch did strange things to her, made her come alive in a way no other man had ever made her feel. It shocked her to realize just how much she wanted him to continue touching her, her bottom, her sex. His hands were huge, his fingers long and thick, and she couldn’t help fantasizing about how it would feel to have one or more of them thrusting into her. The very idea turned her on more. He made her so wet.
    Oh, god. I want to do bad things with a stranger who can’t talk to me. Sicko, Pam. You’re a sick, sex-starved slut.
    It’s the body paint fumes, she decided, desperate to find a legitimate excuse to jump his gorgeous bod. Maybe she could talk him into hiding out in her condo. One night of amazing sex, was that too much to ask? Besides, he seemed interested in her too.
    Stop thinking about sex. People could be injured. My friends might be hurt and need help. What’s wrong with me? How could she forget? The mental self-scolding helped her refocus.
    Something horrible had taken place, and she needed to find out what had happened. Her friends were among the first group to flee from the bar, and Pam had to find them. She prayed Amanda and Sam were safe and waiting for her at the condo. If her barbarian would just release her, she’d take him with her to check on them. In fact, she felt very safe with him, even if he was carrying her around Mallory Square caveman style.
    “Kord, let me go. I can walk,” she pleaded once more. It surprised her when he abruptly slipped inside the opening of a vacant store front and stopped.
    He bent and shifted her body, letting her legs dangle away from him as he placed her feet onto the ground. He immediately moved in tight against her, pressing their bodies close as he straightened. Pam gasped at the feel of her naked breasts pressed against the length of his hot, very hard chest.
    She looked up and was startled to see him place an index finger over his lips as he gazed steadily at her. After she nodded in understanding, he glanced down the street and tilted his head in the same direction, urging her to