In the Crease (Assassins Book 11) Read online

  Holy mother of God, she was kissing Jensen Monroe.

  And she didn’t like it.

  She loved it.

  Already wanted more.

  Pulling away, he looked in her eyes, heat and all kinds of naughty things swirling deep inside of his. “Might want to answer that,” he whispered, and her eyes widened.

  “Answer what?”

  “Ms. Lemiere? Wren?”

  “Shit,” she muttered as she detangled herself from the man who had just kissed her fucking socks off. When the fuck did Jensen find some game? Or kiss like that? What the hell? “Hey, sorry!” she yelled, running her hand down her face as she reached for her phone.

  “Your next appointment is here.”

  “Yes, tell him I’ll be five minutes.”

  “Of course.”

  Slamming the phone down with more force than she intended, she turned to find Jensen standing beside her, a little smirk on his face as she leaned into the desk, her hands bracing her in an effort to keep her from turning into complete goo. “So.”

  “So.”

  “I guess I’ll make an appointment down at the courthouse.”

  She blinked. “Huh?”

  “Oh, you still don’t know if you want to do this?”

  She swallowed hard because, damn it, she did. She wanted to do this so badly, even though it scared her more than she cared for it to. It was the kiss! It had clouded her thoughts, but before she could think more about that, she said, “No, I do.”

  “Good. So I’ll make the appointment.”

  His eyes were so dark. Full of something she had never seen before. He usually had kind eyes, but at that moment, he had sexy, naughty eyes. “Wow, Vaughn’s cockiness is rubbing off, huh?”

  He reached out, cupping her face as he took a step toward her. “Guess so.”

  Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly to the side of her mouth. “I’ll call your parents and Wells.”

  She blinked. “Why?”

  “Because it’s my place.”

  “You don’t have to. I can do it.”

  “I want to,” he insisted, and she could tell it was a fight she wouldn’t win.

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “How about dinner tonight? Talk things through?”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “Pick the place.”

  “Okay.”

  “Text me?”

  “Okay.”

  He grinned. “Okay.”

  When he kissed her once more, this time on her lips, her eyes drifted shut as she leaned into him. She wasn’t sure if it was because she hadn’t been kissed in six months or if it was because Jensen was just a fucking amazing kisser, but there was no way she was saying no to that. Along with everything else? Yeah, she had no choice. She was in this.

  She just hoped he was right and no one would get hurt.

  Pulling back, he squeezed her hand and then started for the door. She watched as he reached it, turning to send her one last smile and then a wink before he left. Falling into her seat, she exhaled hard as she shook her head.

  “Well, kiddo, that just happened.”

  Looking toward the computer, she went to shut it down since her next client liked to sit by her desk. But before she could, she saw there was a new addition to the pro column.

  I will kiss you like that anytime you want, and even in the times you’re too stubborn to admit you want it.

  I happened to know I’m a better kisser, by the way.

  Stop fighting it. Give in.

  Let me be your first kiss—and your last.

  Love,

  Jensen

  Leaning into her hand, she shook her head as her heart went insane in her chest.

  She was fucked.

  “So, she said yes?”

  Jensen’s lips curved as he looked down at his cell phone lying in the middle of the coffee table. He had three people to call. His mom, Wren’s dad, and Wells. Instead, he sat in the living room of Vaughn and Brie’s new house with his heart in his throat. He wasn’t having second thoughts, not even a little bit, but he hated lying. It wasn’t his thing, and he was about to lie to everyone.

  For her.

  “Yeah.”

  “So you’re going to call everyone.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And I get to watch?”

  “Yeah. I need your support and Tricksie’s,” he said as the pup licked his chin, snuggling in his lap. “I’m sort of freaking out.”

  “Okay, let me pop some popcorn and get a beer first.” Vaughn was up before Jensen could stop him.

  “Dude, I’m freaking out.”

  “Okay, well, I can get popcorn and deal with that. What’s up? Talk to me.”

  Jensen leaned back in the couch as he cuddled with Tricksie. “What if everyone hates me?”

  “Then you’re fucked.”

  “Vaughn!”

  “What? Is she worth it?”

  “Yes,” he said without reluctance. “But what if she tries to end it?”

  “Oh, you know she will.”

  “How do I stop that?”

  “Who knows? You’re the one doing this. Not me.”

  Setting his best friend with a look, Jensen shook his head. “You are absolutely no help at all.”

  “I know. It’s a personality flaw.”

  “You have a lot of those.”

  “I do,” he agreed, leaning on the bar in his kitchen. “But I think if she sees how to be loved right, she might not try to end it. You’re charming. Charm her pants off.”

  Charm her pants off. Wow, okay. While, yes, he did very much want to get her naked and in his arms, it was more than that. He wanted her heart. He wanted it all. Closing his eyes, he could feel his lips still buzzing, and he could still taste her. Lord. Her kisses were better than he thought they’d be. He’d always known they had chemistry, he just did, but when their lips touched, it was like a cannon going off inside of him. It felt right. Perfect. She was a perfect hot mess he couldn’t help but want.

  The list… Man, he was still laughing about it. It was so in his favor, but she had still stalled. He got it. She was scared, so was he, but that was okay. They’d be okay. Together. He knew it. He knew it deep down. He just hoped she did too.

  Letting his head fall back, he smiled as he looked around the bare house. Brie hadn’t had time to do anything with it, but she had apparently hired Lucy Paxton to come in and do the design. Which it needed. Even empty, the little ranch style house was gorgeous. It was obvious Brie had picked it because Vaughn would have picked some big ole mansion that neither of them needed. But this house was perfect for them. Big back patio with a huge yard, and the best thing about it was their backyard butted up against the back fence of NateWay2. Though, word was, Marl, the grounds keeper of NateWay, wouldn’t let Vaughn put an entrance in back there. Said he didn’t trust it. He was kind of crazy, but they all loved him dearly. Jensen thought it was funny that Marl had said no to Vaughn, the owner of the whole damn place.

  When Jensen’s phone sounded with a text, he reached for it and saw it was the girl who starred in all his thoughts.

  Wren: Smooth.

  Jensen: ??

  Wren: I just got done with my client, and this is the first time I could text you, but I saw your message. First and last kiss, huh? You have some closet game, I see.

  He laughed as he shook his head.

  Jensen: Maybe I’ve always had game, just had to wait for the moment I could use it on you.

  Wren: You’ve had plenty of moments.

  Jensen: Maybe, but now I’ve got the next six months to give you all of it.

  Wren: I’m not sure if I should be scared or excited.

  Jensen: Both.

  Wren: Intriguing, Mr. Monroe.

  Jensen: I thought so, soon-to-be Mrs. Monroe.

  Wren: …

  Wren: You sure?

  Jensen: I am.

  Wren: I’m a hot fucking mess.

  Jensen: And you’ll be m