One Kiss More by Mandy Baxter

and fell on my cock . Right. That’d work.
    “Emma.” His voice was thick and lazy. He cleared his throat as he guided her leg from his hip. “Listen to me, I need you to go back down to the club. Don’t stop to talk to anyone. Blend in with the crowd, head for the exit, and go home. Do you understand?”
    Emma’s brow knitted. She straightened her clothes as though ashamed, and Landon’s stomach bottomed out. He’d fucked up and she was suffering the emotional fallout because of it. Goddamn it . “What’s going on?” Her voice quavered and she refused to make eye contact.
    How much should he tell her? She was a suspect in a crime, for shit’s sake, and it wasn’t as if she’d spilled the beans about the identity of the guy who’d grabbed her arm earlier in the night. Despite his rough treatment of her, Emma had protected his identity. Which not only stoked a raging fire of indignation in his gut, but further convinced Landon that she wasn’t an innocent party in her father’s escape. The last thing he needed right now was for Morgan to catch them together, though. He could deal with whatever she was hiding tomorrow. “Just do what I say, and don’t ask any questions. Go. Now.”
    She finally met his gaze and her dark eyes glistened with emotion. It tore at Landon’s composure to know that he’d hurt her, which made him even angrier. He prided himself on his tough demeanor. Suspects did not get under his skin. Ever . And what had just happened between them went way beyond simple emotional manipulation. Without a word, she turned and ran for the door, her heels clicking with every step. She threw the door open and it bounced off the wall, rebounding with a slam to signal her exit. Landon exhaled a long, slow breath and slumped against the wall he’d moments ago pressed Emma up against, her body soft and warm against his.
    Holy shit.
    His limbs still shook from the adrenaline rush and Landon’s heart pumped in his chest as though he’d just rappelled from the top of Everest. Morgan’s chatter in his earpiece reminded him that he didn’t have time to sit and relive what had happened—or think about the consequences of his actions—and he reached back to flip the switch on his mic. This was still Morgan’s show, and Landon needed to keep his shit together before his invite was revoked. “Morgan, you copy?”
    “What’s your twenty?” Morgan responded, sounding not a little annoyed. “What happened? I lost communications for a few minutes.”
    “Malfunction, I think. I lost eyes on the target. I’m on the roof.”
    When Morgan opened his mic, Landon heard the thump of the base and roar of the crowd inside the club. “We’re sweeping the interior now, no sign of her. Stay put.”
    Gladly.
    Landon braced his arms on his knees and dropped his head between his shoulders as he took several cleansing breaths to slow his racing heart. When his eyes drifted shut, his mind was assaulted with visions of Emma, her head thrown back on her shoulders, dark eyes heavily lidded and her mouth parted on a silent moan. His shoulders tingled, every contact point of her fingers seeming to sear his flesh with a permanent mark. Landon straightened his spine and knocked his head against the concrete wall behind him as though a concussion might banish the memory of her soft skin from his mind. Just thinking of the moment they’d shared caused his cock to grow hard and throb in his jeans. The evidence of his renewed arousal wasn’t exactly something he wanted his colleagues to see. Cool your jets, dude. Jesus, you’re not sixteen anymore.
    Behind him, the door to the roof swung open and Morgan and his partner stepped out onto the roof. Great. Fucking awesome . “What in the hell’s going on, McCabe? Are you hurt?”
    Landon imagined he might look a little dazed, what with banging his head against the wall and all. And he was sort of doubled over now, dragging in a few deep breaths of the cool night air in an effort