Party Crasher by April Angel Page A

peered up at him, her green eyes had that sexy glazed look as though she wanted to tell him they should get naked and fuck like animals.
    In the elevator heading to the garage, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her sweet taste filled him and soothed his thirst. She whimpered and his cock jerked in his pants. They had to stop. She moaned, grabbed his cock over his jeans, and squeezed. Lust shot through his veins.
    “God, Chris.” Thoughts of getting into her wet cunt made it harder to hold on to his resolve. He was addicted. No. More than that…love. It was freeing and terrifying to admit it.
    “I want you.” She swiped her tongue over his neck. It became a chore to remember why he shouldn’t pull down her jeans and sink his aching cock into her right then and there.
    “I know, baby. Not here.” Need rolled through him. Gripping her by the wrists, he pulled away. The elevator dinged. She licked her lips, and he almost gave in.
    The impulse to floor the accelerator and get her home in a few minutes appealed, but he was not reckless when it came to driving, especially when he had someone so precious in the vehicle with him.
    A few miles down the road, he noticed a white van following them. His guys were in a black SUV. Eyes narrowed, he gripped the steering wheel and turned his face to ensure she had her seatbelt on.
    “What’s wrong? You look angry.”
    Through clenched teeth, he let the words out. “We’re being followed.”
    “Really? What car?” She peered over her shoulder, to find the culprit.
    “The white van. It’s been on us for a few miles now.”
    As soon as he said the words, the van accelerated until it was right on their tail. Pedal to the metal, he floored it until the car’s speed was enough to trigger multiple tickets and probably some jail time. He flicked a glance at Chris, but she just held on to the overhead handle and looked straight ahead.
    Metal crunched when the white van banged into the back of the energy saver. He swerved and kept tight control on the wheel. The car tried to veer off the road. Another slap of metal on metal and he cursed, wondering where the hell his guys were. With a sharp turn, he took a side road and sped through various streets until he was back on another highway.
    The white van had dropped back but was soon gaining on them. The smaller car jerked once again as the big van hit it from behind, all but ramming them over the guardrail. His gaze roamed the road, and he was glad there were very few cars in the area. It would make things much easier for what he planned to do.
    Chris’s face was pale, and she gave him a wide-eyed look. His gaze locked on to hers. “Hang on, baby.”
    The trust he saw in her eyes made his heart clench. She held his gaze and gave a sharp decisive nod.
    He was about to do a move he’d not attempted since his reckless teenage years. Back when he’d thought he was going to be a race car driver. He got in the right lane, waited until the van was once again on him, and floored it. The burst of speed made them both jerk in their seats.
    Adrenaline pumped through him and heightened his focus. He loosened his grip on the wheel and guided the car to do a full U-turn. The car’s tires squealed and burned the road until they were facing the wrong way. He used the small gap he’d seen between the median on the highway to get on the other side and off the nearest exit to his right.
    “There’s an SUV on them now.” Chris was looking back over her shoulder. Her loud sigh helped him keep his focus. Finally.
    Where the hell had those guys been for the past few miles?
    Once they reached Chris’s home, he stayed in the car, got on his phone, and dialed Cole while Chris walked inside ahead of him.
    “What the fuck happened today? Where the hell were our guys?”
    “Calm down. I know how you feel. They said they lost you in traffic leaving the newspaper.” Cole sounded almost as angry as he was. And why the hell not? They’d almost been