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grinned, but it looked forced. “The race might be related to a case I’m working. I’m not sure.”

Kendra frowned. “Drug dealing or something like that?”

CJ shrugged. “Yeah. I can’t say more.” He averted his eyes. The large bulge in his pants was a reminder of how ready he’d been to go farther. “I… damn.”

Kendra rolled off the bed to grab her shirt. “I could help you. Some courses don’t let you get anywhere near them before the race, but this event isn’t like that. You could use someone familiar with things. I might be able to help spot trouble.”

She shrugged. He had a resource in front of him if he chose to take advantage of it. She knew it’d be awkward, but she didn’t like the idea of some scumbag corrupting the race by using it to conceal crimes. Any small thing she could do to help sounded good. She understood not going and riling everyone up until he had evidence even if he hadn’t said that.

CJ gave a shallow nod. “Okay. That works.”

“I’m sorry.” Kendra sighed. “I wish I hadn’t invited you back. I’d offer you another blowjob, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from going farther.”

CJ let out a low growl. Kendra almost came at the sound. Her knees wobbled, and she plopped onto the edge of the bed, her hand to her chest.

“Yeah,” CJ let out, his voice low. “I’m not going to complain about that wonderful mouth on me just now, but I think we should both focus on our jobs, and then once this is over, we can have a nice, long, sweaty reward.”

Kendra shivered. “I’d like that.”

Chapter Eleven

CJ stumbled into his motel room, trying to bite down a growl. It’d been a long time since he’d dealt with such a challenge to his self-control. Things hadn’t ended the way he wanted. They’d gone on just long enough to give him a taste of what he could have had.

Whatever special powers he might manifest in the future, time travel wasn’t likely to be among them. There was nothing he could do about being shutdown earlier. The only thing he could do now was move forward. He slammed the door behind him, earning an amused look from Julius.

CJ had hoped time and distance would cool his ardor, but it didn’t matter he had taken a rideshare to his motel. He couldn’t get Kendra out of his mind, the glory of her pert breasts on display, the feel of her lips and tongue on his cock. Her taste. It’d taken all his self-control not to growl and rip off the rest of her clothes when she pulled back. He’d never felt like that, let alone during foreplay.

Coming from her mouth and hand was a strong preview for what it’d be like once he could plow into her and make her throw her head back to scream and run her nails along his back. He looked down at the ground.

CJ could have told her the truth. If she knew he was a hybrid, she might have been willing to complete their bonding. Then he’d be sure. Though he was already mostly sure.

He shook his head. That was stupid.

Getting pissed over not having sex in the middle of a mission was pathetic. CJ questioned whether the mutual seduction was a good idea at all.

Despite telling himself that, he knew what his body craved. He was already addicted to Kendra. Coming once without being inside her wasn’t enough.

Questioning her superstition wouldn’t have accomplished anything. Superstitions, by their very nature, weren’t rational, and if she was his Vestal like he suspected, then he needed to make sure he respected her. He couldn’t force all his baggage onto her only days after meeting. Just because they were meant to be together didn’t mean she’d put up with any crap he threw her way.

Julius cleared his throat. “Care to tell me what happened, or do you want to slam another door and get us kicked out of this place? Because I don’t think having to find a new hotel in the middle of a mission is a great plan, but maybe you know something I don’t.”

“No on both counts,” CJ growled, tightening his hands into his fists. He stomped over to a bed and dropped onto the edge, taking slow, even breaths. “The situation is under control.”

“Let me rephrase that.” Julius’s smile vanished. He sniffed at the air. “I know what you did, and I don’t care about that. What I do care about is why you seem so pissed and how it affects our mission.”

CJ shot up, glaring at the other hybrid. Their superior senses could be annoying at times. Julius stared back at CJ until he sat back down. Getting pissed with Julius wouldn’t help.

“I don’t know,” CJ said. “And we didn’t go as far as you think.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “We played around, and she got me going, but I didn’t get to go all the way. I’m a little frustrated about that. What can I say?”

“Does that mean you’ve lost her as an informant?” Julius asked. “From what I’ve found out, we can visit the race without knowing anyone. She’s not strictly necessary, and you should only care about her in so far as it helps us out.”

“We need her. We won’t know what we’re looking for.” CJ sucked in a breath. “But it’s not a problem. She’s not mad at me. She just doesn’t like to have full sex before events.”

Julius snickered. “Oh, is that all? I thought we had an actual problem here. Your blue balls aren’t a mission-critical concern.”

“She got me off. But I wanted to be inside her.” CJ gritted his teeth. “Things are bad though.”

“Why? You can sleep with her after the mission.”

“But I think she might be my Vestal.” CJ swallowed. “Much more so than before.”

“How do you know?” Julius shook his head. “Having a little fun isn’t enough. You didn’t go all the