Maria might still smell like sky despite all the hours in the club, but she tasted like tequila. He’d barely registered the impact of the heady drink when he’d been in the bar, but on her lips, it became far more intoxicating. She kissed him, tentatively at first, then more deeply, then reached for his head, pulling him close as she kissed a trail toward his ears.
“We need to put on a show,” she whispered urgently.
As she shifted back, Warrick’s grin turned more intent. “Speaking of magic…I think it’s time we made your clothes disappear.”
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