Page 66 of Riordan's Revenge

“That is so fucking hot.”

He crowded me. Kissed me. I let him, my resistance crumbling to nothing. Especially when he captured my hand to show me what it felt like between my thighs.

It took another minute until we broke apart.

He kissed my cheek. “Question. It’s somewhat late to ask, but are you on the pill?”

“What if I said no?”

“Then I’ll take responsibility. But I get the impression you’ve already thought this through. If you wanted a baby, you’d have one.”

I chuffed amusement. “Of course I’m on contraceptives. No babies for me.”

He squeezed me. “Thank fuck for that. I didn’t want to give up going bare. The feel of it is unbelievable. I need a lot more of it.”

“You’ve never gone without a condom?”

“Never. I should’ve told you.”

“Then I took your virginity, too. Everything else before me doesn’t count.”

“Agreed, wild girl.”

Outside, we emerged into the light, and I grinned at him. “My lipstick is on you.”

He let me clean him up, his gaze sliding down to my cleavage.

My heart thumped. “I’m going to be torturing a man tonight. While thinking about what we just did in that cupboard.”

“While soaked from me.”

“That turns ye on,” I confirmed.

Slowly, he nodded. Pressing up on my toes, I kissed his cheek, in total wonder of all things Riordan-shaped. And the love thing only expanded deeper in my chest.

Down on the entrance level, Shade emerged from Arran’s office. Inside, Arran sat behind his desk with a group of men in my eyeline. Tyler, Manny, and Jamieson, others I didn’t know. I glowered at my brother, and he scowled back.

Shade closed the door on them, shutting us on the outside.

I pointed my chin at the room. “War council?”

He didn’t answer, instead, walking away with a gesture for us to follow.

“I wanted to talk to Gen and Everly,” I called after him.

“No time. Our subject is awake.”

Subject. Heh. Bronson was about to be subjected to a grilling, the likes of which I’d never been part of in the past.

We descended the steps to the rear exit of the warehouse. Another group of skeleton crew waited, all big men, all with serious scowls and lined foreheads.

“Jeez, anyone would think we were heading to a funeral,” I quipped.

Seven pairs of eyes slashed to me.

I giggled. Extended my manicured hand to the door. “Shall we?”

Shade exited, the crew moving with him. Riordan held back. Tugged me in for a quick kiss, the same solemness infecting him.