Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 14

He had his wife—the sexiest woman he’d ever known—curled around him, sitting on his hardening cock. He swallowed a groan. He’d never had control issues before Brynn.

She shifted a little, and he gripped her hip, squeezed. “I really don’t need a hard on right now.”

Her lips brushed his ear. “I think it’s too late for that.”

“Behave, Mrs. Norcross.”

Her quiet laugh and the tiny nip she gave his ear made him harder.

Then they heard the door open, and they both froze.

There were footsteps and a flashlight waving around. The glimmer of light seeped through the joins of the box.

“No one in here,” a voice said.

A second later, the door slammed closed.

Brynn let out a breath. “How about we get out of here?”

He gave her ass a quick squeeze. “I’ve been in worse places.”

She nipped his bottom lip, then rose.

They quickly finished stacking boxes to reach the windows. He climbed up and shoved the window. It opened with a screech of metal.

Hell. “Move fast, Detective.”

She scrambled up beside him. “Fast is my middle name.” She gripped the edge of the window. “But I like it slow sometimes, too.”

Vander bit back a laugh. “Out the window. I’ll be right behind you.”

She climbed out, dropping to the ground below. He followed her.

“Come on.” They were in an alley between warehouses. Taking her hand, he strode down the cracked pavement. “My vehicle is a few blocks away.”

They hadn’t gone far when he heard the dogs again.

“Oh, no.” Her head whipped up.

The animals were outside. Someone had let them out of the warehouse.

“Run,” he ordered.

They sprinted down the alley. Vander glanced over his shoulder and saw a pack of dogs round the corner of the warehouse at the far end of the alley. There was loping toward him and Brynn.

They weren’t going to make it.

“Brynn, over there.” He pointed at a metal fire escape on the adjacent two-story warehouse.

Without question, his wife ran, jumped into the air, and caught the metal. She pulled herself up.

Vander followed. He leaped, his fingers closing around cool metal. A moment later, the dogs arrived barking loudly.

A few tried to jump, aiming for his feet, but he was too high. He pulled himself onto the stairs.

“Onto the roof,” he said.

She nodded, and together they climbed up toward the roof.