Free Love Knows No Bounds by Brooke Moss, Nina Croft, Boone Brux

hers. This felt right—too right. Maybe that was Satan’s plan. Damn her for not being strong enough to resist.
    She sank into his embrace, unable to deny herself what might be the only piece of him she’d ever have. Either he’d awaken from the Devil’s influence or worse, she’d have a V.I.P. seat to one of the circles of Hell.
    The way he rubbed against her reminded her of the time she climbed the rope in gym class. Her insides had felt all jangly. At least now she knew what that wonderful sensation was and what to do about it. A moan bloomed up her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and practically climbed his body like a horny chimpanzee.
    “Faye?” Christopher said against her mouth. She ignored him and plunged her tongue back into his mouth “Faye?” He grabbed her arms and pushed her back. “Faye?” She reached for him again, but he held her tight. “Let’s go somewhere.”
    A lustful haze clouded her mind and it took several seconds before she realized where they were. She looked around. People smiled, and a few gave Christopher the thumbs up. Heat crept up her neck. What was wrong with her? If he hadn’t stopped her, she would have dry-humped him in front of a hundred people.
    “How embarrassing.” She covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”
    He wrapped his arm around her. “I’m not.”

Chapter Five
    Early Sunday Morning
    Faye looked up. Pierre Shogun’s warehouse loomed in front of them. “Wow, I didn’t realize we’d walked this far.”
    “Good company will do that,” Christopher said.
    “Yeah, or a long walk to cool the fires of desire.”
    “Not too cool, I hope.”
    She doubted that could happen where he was concerned. Over the past twenty-four hours her mild crush had blossomed into full-blown affection. Her ardor faded, replaced by a feeling of unease. She turned and scanned the dark street behind them. A lone figure stood shadowed just beyond the glow of the street light. Her pulse began to race. Satan’s minion. Christopher followed her gaze.
    “Do you see him?” she asked.
    “Who?”
    “The man by the lamppost?”
    He shook his head. “No.”
    “He’s standing just outside the light.” It was selfish, but she desperately needed an ally in her crazy reality. “In the bar he told me people chose not to see him but he was always around.”
    Christopher squinted in the direction she’d indicated. Then slowly, his eyes widened, the whites shimmering in the dim light. “I see him.”
    “Really?” She clutched his arm. “You’re not just saying that to make feel better?”
    “No, I see him.” He looked at her. “Do you have your keys?”
    “For the office?”
    “Yeah, let’s get off the street.”
    She’d downsized her purse for the evening out but still carried the necessities, both phones—even though they didn’t work—money, ID, and her wad of keys. The rattle of the keys sounded loud in the quiet of the street. She punched in the security code and unlocked three deadbolts. Christopher pulled the metal door shut behind them and reengaged the locks.
    “Let’s call a cab,” he said.
    “There’s a phone in the warehouse.” She led the way, flipping on lights as she went. “They were supposed to deliver part of the church today. I check on that while you call a cab.”
    Christopher cocked a brow. “Your immortal soul is in peril and you want to check on the shipment?”
    She shrugged. “I can’t help it. When I get anxious I work.”
    “I hope Pierre knows how lucky he is to have you.”
    “No, but I’ve decided I’m going to tell him. After this I really don’t have much to lose.”
    The scrape of the metal door echoed through the warehouse as he dragged it open. Each switch he flipped engaged a row of fluorescent lights, making them hum. Half of the cavernous room was illuminated.
    “There they are.” Faye walked to the stack. It looked like the men had delivered about a hundred bricks. She ran her hand around the edges