Free Succubus, Interrupted by Jill Myles

Chapter 1
    Your average museum is a tough nut to break into—the doors are locked and passcoded, the windows wired, the alarm ready to go off at a moment’s notice. Of course, there’s one thing they usually don’t think of—the sun roof. For your average person, this might pose a problem.
    Luckily for me, my lover comes with wings.
    The three of us crouched on the roof of the New City National Museum of Art—my previous place of employment. We peered down through the glass into the ‘Discoveries of the Renaissance’ display below.
    “So what’s the big plan?” Remy said at my side, her long, black hair pulled into two braids at her neck. She wore a tight black jumpsuit to go with the stealth theme… which she’d ruined by pairing with a glittery rhinestone belt and bright red platform heels.
    “We’re going to go through the window,” I explained. My own hair was pulled into a tight knot atop my head, and I wore black jeans and a plain black sweater. And sneakers.
    Which pretty much told you everything about Remy and me. One of us was flashy and fashionable, and one of us dressed like a broke college student.
    “How are we going to break through the glass?” Remy asked.
    Between us, Zane pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette. “We could use your head.”
    Remy scowled at him, her pretty face scrunching. “Har de har har. Jackass. We could just toss you through the window. I’m game for that.”
    Zane grinned. “Suit yourself, but good luck getting down there.”
    “We don’t need you—”
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    “If both of you don’t shut up, I am going to turn this car around,” I said sharply. “Is it too much to ask that you two stop harping on each other for five minutes to help me steal a damn manuscript?”
    “He started it,” Remy said, then extended her lower lip in a pout.
    Zane simply flicked his ever-present cigarette and winked at me.
    I refused to be moved by his sexy smile or the way the jeans he wore clung to his legs when he squatted next to me. Or the sight of his wings, feathers ruffling in the night air… time for that later. “Look. All we need is ten minutes to get this manuscript and then we’re out of here, understand?”
    I expected Remy to make a snappy comeback, but all she did was nod and peer down through the window.
    Zane just grinned at me, content to let me lead.
    With that, I picked up the hammer I’d bought for such an occasion, aimed at the window, and then slammed it into the glass.
    It didn’t break, but my arm nearly did. It clanged against the glass and bounced backward, and I staggered back a few feet with it. Dammit. Dammit. Freaking shatterproof glass.
    Why couldn’t succubi have super strength? Gritting my teeth at the shockwaves of pain that vibrating up my arm, I extended the hammer to Zane. “Can you do the honors?”
    He grinned at me, swung, and glass rained down below. I winced, waiting for the alarms to go off—nothing. Good.
    We stood, and Zane grabbed each of us around the waist and then jumped through the now-open window. I clung to his neck, squeezing my eyes shut, and felt his wings open, and we 4
     
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    jerked slightly in his arms as he began to coast us down to the floor far below. This particular museum had a vaulted ceiling, and it gave us plenty of landing room.
    We dropped to the wooden floors and I sighed at the priceless artifacts surrounding me.
    “I can’t believe that I worked here just a year ago and now I’m robbing the place.” I slid my arms from Zane’s neck and let my hands run down his chest as I pulled away. “This is what I get for dating bad boys.”
    He winked at me. “Being good gets you nothing, princess. Besides, I like it when you’re naughty.”
    My body flushed at the innuendo, and I could practically feel my eyes go blue with need.
    “Ugh. You two get a room,” Remy said, clicking away on her high heels. She began to walk through