few seemed to notice her.
Those who saw her were definitely intrigued. Their gazes bounced from Gaby to Luther and back again.
Trying to decide the best way to handle things, Luther met her gaze—and felt her urgency.
He pushed away from the desk.
Ann caught his arm before he got far. “She looks upset.”
Not to Luther. If anything, Gaby looked ready to take the world apart. She wasn’t upset; she was furious.
But Ann didn’t understand Gaby the way he did, so she didn’t recognize the nuances of Gaby’s various moods.
“It’ll be fine.” He hoped.
Ann puzzled at that, and then said, “The conference room on the third floor is empty. I’ll make sure no one interrupts you if you want to go there to talk privately with her.”
Third-floor conference room. God help him. He nodded at Ann. “Thanks.”
Avoiding the cop’s grousing, Luther strode up to Gaby, and when she started to say something, he took her arm to shush her.
“Thank you, Sergeant.” His smile felt cold and brittle. “I’ve got this.”
“This?” Gaby bristled.
Luther kept smiling.
“God help you,” the sergeant said, and he stalked away.
Feeling all eyes on his back, Luther hustled Gaby across the hall, through a heavy door, and into the stairwell.
Starting up the steps, he said, “You’ll get the tongues wagging coming here.”
With no idea where he led her, Gaby nonetheless took the steps with him, two at a time. “What do you mean?”
“You have a way of making an entrance, Gaby.” Luther hoped that Ann would squelch most speculation, but it’d be tricky, even for her. “Everyone’s going to be curious now.”
“Too bad.” She pushed him to go faster. “I wouldn’t have come into a police station otherwise.”
He’d already realized that. “You could have called, you know.”
“Not likely. Not for this.”
Luther’s apprehension grew. “You look like you’ve wrangled a tornado. Did you know your eyes are blood- shot? And your face is flushed?”
“So fucking what?” She jerked her arm free on the third-floor landing. “Where are we going?”
“Someplace private.”
“Good.” Silent now, she fumed beside him until he stopped before a door.
Luther got her into the room, shut the door, and asked without preamble, “Did you kill anyone?”
“No!”
Hands on his hips, he studied her. “Cripple? Maim?”
“No and no, damn it. That’s not why I’m here.”
She started to pace away from him, and he brought her right back. “I’m not following.”
Grabbing the front of his shirt, Gaby shoved him back into the door and went on tiptoes. “I wanted to do all of that—maim, cripple, even slay—but you asked me not to. You asked me to keep it together. And besides, it might have complicated Dacia’s life if I had started ripping people apart. So I didn’t.”
“Whoa.” She was so enraged that she wasn’t making sense. “Start over. Who’s Dacia?”
Gaby pressed into him. “Later. The point is, I brutally stomped down my natural inclination, and . . . I can’t stand it, Luther.”
Luther smoothed back her silky, tangled hair. “You’re holding it all in?”
“Yes, and I’m ready to
“Do . . . ” Starting to catch on, Luther looked at her bright blue eyes, her parted lips, with shock. “Something . . . as in . . . what?” But he had a feeling he already knew what she was going to say.
“I need you to make it go away. Right now.”
“Gaby . . . ” Damn, she could give him a boner so easily. “I’m at
“Tough.” She jerked him down to her. “If you don’t fix this,
As an expedient way to quiet her raised voice, Luther kissed her.
She took that as concession and attacked. Before he realized where her busy hands had gone, she had his belt unbuckled.
“Gaby . . . ” He tried to think, but God Almighty, she took his dick in her hands and put her tongue in his mouth.
He was such a weak ass.
He gave in with hardly any struggle at all.
Looking around the room, Luther saw a somewhat-sturdy, mostly empty table and figured it would have to do. While Gaby stroked him to madness, he reached behind himself and locked the door.
If he got busted, God only knew what the repercussions would be. But they couldn’t be any worse than if Gaby murdered whoever had brought on her wrath, especially now that she’d shown herself to the station full of cops.
He didn’t work with dummies. The hood of her sweatshirt would not be an adequate disguise against their scrutiny. She’d come in still fuming from an encounter, making herself more than noticeable.
Thinking that gave Luther a moment of sanity. “You’re not hurt?”
“Shut the fuck up.” She attacked his mouth again.
Okay, not hurt.
“This will have to be a quickie.”
“Fine.”
“Do you understand me, Gaby? I can’t . . . do everything I’d like to do, maybe not everything you need.”
Holding his face, she looked at him. Her eyes smoldered and her lips trembled. “I only need you inside me, Luther. Nothing more.”
Luther’s heart tried to escape his chest. Her heartfelt claim provided the impetus necessary for him to regain his control, and his gentleness. This would have to be brief, so he’d make every second count.
He made quick note of the time on the wall clock, then lifted Gaby. She wrapped her legs around him and went back to kissing him.
After carrying her across the floor, he propped her bottom against the edge of the table. With his hands freed, he touched her everywhere, testing her readiness, teasing her, before opening her jeans and working them down her hips. “Turn around.”
She never questioned the order. Breathing hard, she turned and braced her hands on the table.
What a mouthwatering sight. Gaby might be slim, but her body did it for him in a big way. He loved seeing her like this, submissive to him, needing him. There was something very sexy about a woman with her jeans to her knees, her bare backside offered up to him.
Luther put a foot between hers and nudged her feet farther apart. “Open up for me, Gaby. As wide as you can.”
When she did that, he smoothed a hand down her spine to her hip. “Arch your back.” As he watched her do that, he fished a condom from his wallet and prepared himself.
Holding her hips, he said, “Brace yourself,” and as soon as he saw her shoulders flex, her hands curl into fists, he thrust into her.
Her moan was long and deep, her movements sinuous as she accepted him, squeezed him.
Luther bent over her, cupped her breasts in his palms, and thanked God that Gaby never wore a bra to hinder him. The table scooted with each hard thrust, and though he worried about bruising her hip bones, Gaby made it clear that she loved it.
Would she ever love
He quickly abolished that black thought in favor of seeing to her pleasure.
