Page 16 of Madam Temptress
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Moses
When Magnolia walks out into the living room, all ready to go, I want to march her right back to the bedroom and lock her inside.
Jules whistles. “Damn, woman. Talk about a diversion.Shit.”
“Nice,” Trey says, clapping as well as he can with his computer tucked under his arm.
I drag my gaze from the toes of her stilettos, up her mile-long bare legs, to the green dress she’s got on, hugging every damn curve. She’s sexy as fuck, showing just enough skin to make a man realize all she’s got to offer, but the dress covers plenty of her and leaves you wanting more.
I close the distance between us wordlessly.
“I’m ready,” she says with ruby-slicked lips.
I can’t help but want them wrapped around my cock. Blood pumps south, and my dick comes to life. I drag my attention away from that pouty mouth to her whiskey-colored eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. I want to wrap you in a trash bag so no one, especially not some nosy cop, gets a chance to seemy womanlooking sexy as fuck.”
Instead of frowning at me, Magnolia’s lips curve into the most devastating smile I’ve ever seen on her face. Her eyes sparkle, and she leans toward me. “I’d be just as sexy in a trash bag. Deal with it, Moby.”
Her confident words make a chuckle spill from my lips. “Goddamn, you’re right, and I know it.” Losing the smile, I cup her shoulders with my palms. “But you gotta promise me something.”
She cocks her gorgeous head to one side. “What?”
“You’re a last resort. Jules and I are totally capable of doing this by ourselves. You only get out of the car if we’re about to get caught in the act. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
God, I love hearing her say shit like that, and I can’t find any words before she speaks again.
“I’ll be fine. It ain’t like I’m going to go work a corner. Nowthatwould be dangerous. So just have a little faith, Moby. It’s all gonna be right as rain. Tonight, we’re making progress.” She brings her purse between us and flips it open to check inside. When she snaps it shut, she adds, “I’m all set. You guys good to go?”
I’ve been managed by a pro, and I can’t find it in me to mind.
“Yeah, mama. We’re ready.”
All four of us load up into the SUV and head over to Claiborne and the impound lot. Jules is driving, and Trey has his laptop out and is typing away behind him. I’m in the passenger seat with Magnolia behind me, and it’s quiet on the ride over.
We drive under the highway, and Jules takes us in a slow loop around the lot. “Okay, so they’ve got at least one cop who should be acting as security. But it looks like he’s MIA right now.”
“That’s a good sign, right?” Magnolia asks.
“Good enough,” I reply, glancing into the back seat. “But it also means we don’t know where he’s at or when he’s coming back. So we’ll need to work fast.”
“If you give me a few more minutes, I’ll be ready to cut the cameras. I’m pulling them all up right now. And the Mustang is in spot 117. So ...” Trey’s keyboard clacks as he does his thing. “Actually, do another loop around the other block and come back and park on the far corner. It’s darker over there. You should be pretty close to the car that way, and hopefully no one will even notice any of us.”
“I’m on it,” Jules says, stopping at a corner and flipping on the blinker. Cop cars are parked in front of the squatty brown building where errant law-abiding citizens are supposed to go to pay their fines and get their keys. But we aren’t those people and haven’t been for a long damn time.
As soon as Jules makes a circuit around the block and approaches the corner and curb where we’ll park, I check to make sure I’ve got everything. Gun. Phone. Slim Jim.Good.
“Jules, you got the rest of the tools?” I ask as he brings the SUV to a stop.
He pats his pockets, pulls out a zippered case, and nods. “Got it all. You ready?”
I twist around to the back of my seat to look at Mags. “You know your role?”
She leans forward to kiss me. “Don’t worry about a thing. This is gonna work.”
