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made her lips melt his numbness. He actually pulled away to look at her again, needing more of that gaze. Her brown eyes held a knowing. She had an almost superhuman calm. Too calm.
    “You’re giving up.” He shook his head.
    She shrugged. “If we’re going out in a blaze of glory, I want to have a smile on my face.”
    She was all fucking serene—like the daughter of Mother Teresa and Gandhi. They were interrupted by the sound of Fart’s belt hitting the ground. Gage cringed and reluctantly took a look. The Devil’s Fart stood with his tighty whiteys pulled up high. His balls were creeping out the sides of the fabric.
    “Wow.” Milla shut her eyes and turned her head.
    “No shit.” Gage had to gather himself. This gunman was an assault on every sense he had. And this proved even more that the dude was totally out of his fucking mind.
    “Screw her right now!” Fart did a deep knee-bend and shook his balls.
    Gage twirled Milla into his arms and dipped her. “No giving up. That thing is not killing me. Or you.”

    Milla rolled her eyes at the rock star. She watched his mouth as he whispered more directions. “We’re going to give him a show. Stay with me.”
    In a blink her dress was unzipped again. And her very false smile slipped off as soon as her black dress did. Milla quickly gathered her mounds of desire before she could be exposed. Shit. Not mounds of desire .
    Gage pulled her in and pressed her hard against his chest. “Let go. Hug me.”
    She shook her head. Now she was here for all she was worth in just her underwear. So not cool.
    “Do it. I won’t let him see you.” He nodded encouragingly. She slid her hands out from between them and hugged his neck.
    “More kissing!”
    Gage began his effective lip gymnastics again. “Okay, grab my crotch.”
    “No.” Milla pressed against him harder, not wanting a gap of space between them. Gage traced his hands up and down her bare back. She had goose bumps and chills and sweats at the same time. Fart had pulled down his underwear too, so Milla stopped checking on him. She shivered with revulsion.
    “Now,” Gage said.
    “Fine.” She carefully snaked her hand down to the front of his pants and grasped him. He was not aroused at all. She gave him a surprised look. “Nothing?”
    He gave a pointed look in Fart’s direction. “Now’s not a great time. How about I owe you one?” Milla gasped as Gage changed his grip and twirled her toward Fart. He grabbed her boobs so his hands were a bikini top made from flesh. “Like it,” he whispered in her ear, pressing his chest into her back.
    Milla’s heart pounded as she started to moan. To her own ears it sounded as false as it was. She tried to ignore her nipples perking up from the friction and the chill in the room. It was all awkward. Fart was having at himself like he was his own paid hooker. Judging from his frantic movements, this disgusting man was about to have a disgusting orgasm.

    Andres did a beautiful job of keeping his composure. There were complaints pouring in about the nudity currently being aired on national TV. He shook his head when Peter asked him if they should implement a privacy bar to cover the exposed parts on the hostage taker. No, this was the most rewarding news story of his life, on his home court. There were beautiful young people acting out sexual situations, and next there would be gore. Everything that made the news worth watching was happening at once—a buffet of the most sensational news stories ever. His network would air it all raw and defend it later. The other networks could water down their news, but Andres wanted his delivered straight to the vein of his viewers. He smiled as he thought of returning to his anchor position. They would beg him to now. And think of all the copycat crimes. This was a gold mine.
    Victoria walked in with a group of police officers. “Sir, we have visitors. ”
    Reluctantly, Andres allowed Peter to sit in front of the desk where