Page 101 of Passion and Payback

“Impulsive and controlling,” Hunter said in a tight voice. “But he didn’t strike me as stupid.”

“It felt like Mitchell was starting to put two and two together,” I said. “And I bet he said something to Callum. And then for Mitchell to be next, leaving only one? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Callum who identified us.”

“Me.”

“Well, yeah, he doesn’t know me, but I was with you. If he wasn’t thinking about the fucked-up fun he and his friends had a couple of years ago, then he definitely is now.”

“Good,” Hunter said in a light, dismissive voice that felt out of place with the man he once was. “I hope he’s thinking about it. I hope he’s wondering if maybe what he and his friends did has finally come back around and is costing him something. And I hope he’s worried that the job will be finished.”

“You do realize that’s going to make our job even harder, right? If he’s on high alert and suspects you, he’ll be on the lookout for both of us and anything strange.”

“I know. I’m not planning anything right now because there’s no plan I can come up with that will work. Right now, the best I can do is wait and see where the chips fall. This is the final piece, and I have to be careful if I want to walk away successful and not in fucking prison.”

“I’ll take unhurt if it can be helped.”

“Oh, me too. They’ve caused me enough pain for one lifetime. I have no intention of letting them do it again.”

“I hope not,” I said softly.

“Hmm,” he said, pushing his hips forward so he was pressed against me. “Can we go back to the sweet talk about you beingmine? That was a far more interesting conversation, especially after how serious this week has already been.”

“I could point out that you were the one to bring it up,” I said, finding my hand snaking around his waist to grab onto one half of his ass. “But that would be incredibly unfair. It would be fairer to point out that I can see you trying to start something you intend to finish, but there is a nice meal you cooked that would go to waste.”

“Who said anything about waste?” he asked, turning around to slap a cover onto the bowl of meat and vegetables, clicking it closed. “Now there’s no way for any creature without opposable thumbs to get into it, and we can always heat it up later.”

“Now I’m forced to choose between sex with the man I love and the delicious meal he made for me,” I said with a beleaguered sigh. “Never an easy choice, I can tell you that.”

“Then let me,” he said, reaching down to undo the tie on the sweatpants I’d thrown on before going shopping. “See if I can’t sway you one way or the other.”

‘Swaying’ apparently was a stand-in for ‘giving me head,’ by the way he was quickly sliding down, so he knelt in front of me. It took him no time at all to fish my half-hard cock from my pants and just slightly more time for me to get completely hard after he took me into his mouth with a moan. His enthusiasm for sex over the past couple of weeks had been unsurprisingly low, but it apparently wasn’t taking him much time to recover as he took me as deep as possible, his fingers digging into my bare ass as he sucked me down.

“Oh shit,” I muttered as a jolt of pleasure tried to take my knees out from under me. I could only reach down, one hand on the counter to keep steady and the other on the back of his head as he worked his magic. It wasn’t so much the expertise and his knowledge of how to make me feel good that made the whole thing golden, and not even the finger he slipped into me to makeit even better. It was the enthusiasm. There was not one single moment of doubt that he wanted to do this and would do it for as long as I let him.

Another time I might have let him finish things right then and there, knowing from personal experience that both of us could enjoy him giving me a blowjob in the kitchen right before a meal. The thing was, what I loved even more was the sight of him, sprawled out and completely helpless from pleasure as I slid into him. It had been over a week since I’d seen that, and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

“Bedroom,” I grunted, having to fight him a little and myself quite a lot in order to pull free from his mouth before I lost control and let him have his way.

He chuckled. “Why?”

“Because I want to fuck you,” I told him with a growl, reaching down to grip his chin and make him look at me. Of course, that meant I saw how swollen his lips were from what he’d just been doing and my cock, still shining from his spit, neither of which was doing great things for my self-control. “And unless you want me going Greek and pulling out the olive oil?—”

He laughed. “Been there, done that, no thanks. It’s a good thing I thought I might end up seducing you before we made it to the bedroom.”

“Oh?” I asked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he said, getting to his feet and shoving his shorts off, revealing he had gone commando. “Now, how that happens, I’ll leave up to you.”

Which left me with a slight conundrum. The idea of having him naked and sprawled out in bed, eventually covered in sweat and his own load, definitely had appeal. On the other hand, I was offered the chance to take him right then and there, which definitely had its appeal as well. The problem was the hornybrain was demanding and limited in its abilities, so I found myself stuck between both ideas and unable to settle on one.

“Let me help the decision-making,” he said, bending over the nearby counter. When I saw the silicone sticking out from inside him, my eyes threatened to pop out of my head.

“Is...that a toy?” I asked.

“A plug, to be exact,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “I woke up today feeling great, saw you shambling around in fucking shorts and then sweatpants, making a complete spectacle of yourself, and I thought...damn, I need that today. So after you left to get the groceries, I found my old plug and slipped it inside me.”

On the one hand, that meant he’d had that damn thing inside him the whole time we had been talking. He had potentially started fighting for his life when I first walked in and startled him, which was just funny and weird to think about. The other hand was what really mattered, which was that he’d been thinking about me fucking him for so long and so intensely that he’d prepared himself so he could take me easily.

“I didn’t even know you had one,” I admitted, reaching out to grip the toy's base and pulling it. His body tensed but not in the frantic, barely controlled way he did when things were too intense. My eyes widened as I pulled the toy free, watching how much he stretched open, and realized it wouldn’t be relative ease but complete ease. “Holy shit, you just...had this?”

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