Three Wishes by Jenny Schwartz

to his full adult appearance. “You put on quite a show, love.”
    She slapped him. She’d been revved on adrenaline even before Andrew had run out under the guise of a toddler. She’d been sick with terror and shame even before she recognized him. And now, unfamiliar fear for him had to find an outlet.
    “Yes. Attack me.” His chest heaved, his heartbeat thundered. “Bite me. Fight me. Punish me for scaring you.”
    “I should.”
    He lifted her, pushing her up against the wall and anchoring her with his thighs. “Do it.” He seemed high on his own adrenaline rush.
    There was a smear of David’s blood on his cheekbone. Her heart insisted on saying it could have been his.
    Cali bit his mouth, not drawing blood, then fitting their lips together hard. She plunged her tongue deeper, filling herself with his taste.
    His fingers dug into her hips.
    She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer, asserting her control. She used his strength and the wall behind her shoulder blades and arched against him.
    He sucked her tongue, hot and desperate, and closed his hand over a breast, massaging roughly.
    The abrasion sent pleasure stabbing to her stomach and further. She was swollen and damp, so ready she ached. She moved urgently and Andrew groaned.
    “Do you feel…punished?” She could feel him hard and full, straining against the jeans he wore.
    “Sweet agony.”
    “Is that a yes?” She nipped his earlobe, then sucked it eagerly. She wanted to fill herself with him.
    He shuddered against her. “More.”
    Much more and she’d explode. She covered his mouth with hers and slid a hand between their bodies, tracing his length and feeling him pulse.
    His tongue mimicked the possession he wanted as he trapped her hand and rubbed himself explicitly against her.
    “Andrew.”
    He thrust once, hard, and stilled with his body trembling against hers. “I want to make love to you.”
    “Yes.”

Chapter Eleven
    Yes. Cali said yes . He wanted to shout, to cry, to strip off her clothes and bury himself so deep she screamed his name.
    He couldn’t. His breath shuddered as duty roared back.
    “But now’s not the time. I let this get out of hand.”
    She stiffened in his arms, her lovely yielding body freezing and moving away from what she read as rejection.
    “I want you.” He held her tight. “Believe me, Cali. Stopping is killing me. But I won’t take advantage of a surge of adrenaline…and David needs me.”
    “David.” Her legs unlocked from his waist and she stood.
    He mourned the lost closeness as she pushed him away.
    “You and David, the noble heroes.”
    “What?” He couldn’t follow her train of thought.
    “You want to save me from myself and David wants to save Miriam from him. You set him up, and me, to prove he’s worth redeeming.”
    “He put a child’s safety before his own. He didn’t hesitate.”
    “But he and you can’t make decisions for Miriam and me.”
    “When you care about someone—”
    “Stop.” She held up her hand. “I make decisions for me. You don’t get to say why or when I do something. Fucking you might have been a mistake.”
    He winced at the crudity.
    “But it was my mistake to make. Not that I’ll be making it now. As you reminded me, we both have unfinished business with David.” She stalked down the hallway and slammed open the door to the living room.
    Andrew scrubbed a hand over his face. “Our unfinished business is with each other.”
    The living room door crashed back. Cali leaned through. “You said no.”
    “I said later. ” He moved forward into her space and caught the door as she tried to slam it shut.
    “Too bad.”
    “Excuse us.” David’s Egyptian client coughed politely. Behind him stood the Israeli and American. And behind them was Eli.
    “Damn.” Cali whirled and stomped into the room.
    Eli grabbed her arm. She glared at him, prepared to make him regret the action. She would go where she damn well pleased.
    “Let her go,” David