Page 25 of Corrupt Me

“Thank you.”

I get a similar feeling of being watched, but this time it’s different—like an embrace, warming me from within and pebbling my heated skin with goose bumps. Hunter is here, so that means the other guys are here too. I notice them walking to the far end of the bar to chat with Tyson and Xander.

Hunter keeps his eyes on me as he sips from a glass of what is likely whiskey. My throat goes dry. He must possess the gravitational pull of a black hole—inescapable—because, before I know it, I’m moving toward the bar, asking for a shot.

My arm brushes his, and he leans into me. “Water, Bailey. I won’t take it easy on you tomorrow.”

“You never do, and I have a date tomorrow night.”

His gunmetal gray eyes turn fiery, liquefying his pupils and sending an electric current through me, zapping every atom inside me.

I toss back the shot, not able to look anywhere but at him. Not even all the alcohol in the world could help me drown him out. I still try because I’m crazy like that.

His brows furrow. “The second one.” He snaps his head to Eric, sending him a death glare. The other takes it as an invitation to come over, and Hunter’s body ripples with aggravation.

Turning my back to Hunter, his breath fans my neck. “Don’t give me your back, kitten.”

“Why?” I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips.

“That’s how you get pounced on.”

I am short of hyperventilating, losing my mind a bit more with every interaction.

“Maybe I want to make good use of everything you taught me.”

Shut up already.

“That mouth of yours will get you into serious trouble one day.”

One day… Can it be sooner?

“What kind?”

“The one where you’re screaming my name.” His fingers brush up my sides. “While I have my way with you. But you won’t like it.”

His touch fires me up; I might just self-combust. “I won’t?”

“Because I’d have to punish you first,” he says, digging his fingers into my waist.

But then Eric reaches us, interrupting our combustive moment. I don’t know whether to be annoyed or grateful. This guy’s timing sucks. I plaster on the fakest smile I can conjure while my body and mind are aware of Hunter’s presence at my back.

Suddenly, I feel a ghost of a touch. Surely, I am imagining things, but then it’s there again, trailing down my back and lower, making me gulp.

“I thought you’d be here,” Eric says.

“Fucking stalker,” I hear Hunter grumble behind me, but Eric keeps leering at me, unaware.

“Do you have a moment?”

In that instant, Hunter grips my ass cheek. I bite my bottom lip hard to keep the yelp in. I jerk my thumb toward the dance floor, hoping to appear unaffected while Hunter’s touch ravishes my insides. “I am out with the girls tonight.”

Eric’s smile slips, and he narrows his eyes at Hunter.

“But I’ll see you tomorrow,” I add quickly, looking at Hunter over my shoulder. He stares at Eric with his palm still on my ass in a blatant show of possession.

What is happening here?

“Do you have a problem with me, man?” Eric asks while Hunter kneads my ass cheek.

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