TWENTY-ONE
Strike surprised her by closing Opal and putting the laptop on the table. “What are you doing?” Rora asked. “You just got her back.”
“I just got you back.” Scooping her into his arms, he stood up and carried her through to the bedroom. “It feels like years since we’ve been alone.”
“Since we’ve been bad together,” she said, tightening her hold on his neck when he laid her on the bed to pull him down with her. Maybe she had gone over the edge, but if she had then oblivion felt good. “I want you to corrupt me, Strike. I want to be bad with you. I thought I was lost, that I didn’t know what I wanted, but I did. All along I knew what I wanted… you. You’re the only thing I want.” Invigorated, she pushed him onto his back and climbed up into his lap to rock her hips on his. “I’m so
