Page 139 of Hide and Keep

I tilt my head back. “Is that what you’d do?”

His dark gaze moves from my eyes to my lips. “That all depends.”

I right my head, studying his red-and-white pocket square. “On what?”

He leans down and I hold my breath that he doesn’t kiss me.

His lips on the shell of my ear, he whispers, “How satiated my woman can keep me.”

Is this supposed to be a turn-on? Whispering sweet nothings about adultery into my ear? He’s basically admitting to being a faultless cheater and I’m expected to swoon?

I’m more likely to vomit.

“Sounds like you have quite the appetite,” I deadpan.

“Downright rapacious,” he admits unabashedly, his hot breath trickling down the side of my neck as both his hands clasp my ass cheeks, trapping his hardening cock between us.

A gasp leaves my lips before I can stop it. Mallory is an attractive man. His family is both well-known and well-off. He fits into the same circles I do. Ishouldwant him.

Yet I don’t. Not even a little bit. My entire world is full of endless circles. I crave something different, something unique.

Crue appears from the shadows, his steps slow but intentional as he approaches.

Now,heis unique.

Running my hands up Mallory’s arms, I latch on to his biceps.

“We have that in common,” I say without looking away from the only man that makes me feel gluttonous.

“Do we?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Excuse me, miss? There’s been a security breach. I’m gonna need you to come with me,” Crue says from a few feet away.

Mallory’s hold on me tightens, a move that does not go unnoticed by my bodyguard.

“What kind of security breach? This is an exclusive event in a smart house.”

“So I’ve been told,” Crue murmurs, his gaze locked on the hands currently squeezing my ass. “But that isn’t my concern. She is, and she’s in danger out here. I need to move her to a secure location.”

Both men look at me, but I can’t give in so easily. I could… But Crue left me alone after he promised he wouldn’t. He has some groveling to do.

“I’m sure whatever—”

“Miss, if you’ll come with me.”

“It can’t be—”

“Miss, please.”

“As Mr. Larson pointed out, this is a—”

“Miss Munreaux.” The deepening of Crue’s tone silences me as does his hand on my elbow. “I need you…to follow me.Now.”His fingers curl around my arm, not painfully, just…desperately. Is something actually wrong?

I tear my eyes off his to give Mallory a shrug. “Sounds serious. I should probably do as he says.”

“For once,” my bodyguard mumbles.

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