"Now when you say things like that…" she whispered, pulling him closer. Her mouth brushed near his, her tongue grazing his lower lip in a slow, teasing touch that made his breath catch. The smile in her voice softened. "I just want to love you even more."
"You're allowed to."
"I know."
"I want you to," he whispered against her lips.
"I know that's why I am obsessed with you too," she said.
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A bit later, Luca headed back down. By then, Commissioned looked less like an elite nightclub and more like it had hosted a very angry hurricane in police boots.
Luca took one look around and sighed. "Animals," he muttered. He found Voss in the garage with his team.
The garage sat beneath the club, lit by harsh white lights. Vehicles were lined up—black, silver, midnight blue.
Voss had men checking tool cabinets, storage lockers, boxes of supplies, and the undercarriage of one of Luca's cars.
