Page 77 of Under Pressure

“What are you doing here?” Kendra cried out, snapping up into a seated position and grabbing the sheets to cover herself.

But before she could say anything else, he’d already disappeared down the hall of her home. Jumping up out of bed, she threw on her white satin robe that was cut at the top of the thigh. Tying it up, she ran after him, shouting his name intertwined with profanities.

“I will shoot you!” she threatened as she turned the corner into her sunny kitchen, where he leaned against the granite bar, staring her down.

“You’ve said that before,” he said and took a step toward her, seeming to analyze her for symptoms. “You’ve got to work on your follow-through.”

His slick, over-confident words burned her, pulling a disgruntled noise out of her mouth as she stared him down. The entire house was quiet, telling her that Sienna was out on her usual early morning walk with Leo. God bless her.

“Why the hell are you in my house?” Kendra demanded, guarding herself once again. “Did you break in? Do the rules not apply to you?”

Grinning, he crossed his arms, barely inches from her, in his classic form of intimidation—like her questions were nothing but a joke to him.

“I stayed,” he countered, “to keep an eye on you.”

She bit her lip, sneering, “Do I need babysitting?”

His grin widened to reveal his perfect teeth.

“No, but you hit your head hard enough last night, and you full stop refused to go to the hospital. So, I got to play doctor. Don’t you remember?”

“Not entirely,” she confessed.

“That’s too bad. You loved being examined,” he growled, irritating her to no end.

Beholding his stupidly charming face, reliving how tough it was to deny him, only made her want to scream and break things. She couldn’t go through it all again.

“You have to go.” She folded her arms, mirroring him, and nodded to the front door down the hall. She had to get him out before Leo came home. That was a first meeting she wasn’t ready for.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m not getting on that rollercoaster anymore.” Desperation mounted as she spoke. “Please.”

“You know I love it when you beg.”

He brought his thick hand forward and snatched hers—the hand she happened to touch herself with during that damn hot dream, the one that had felt her wetness, bringing her orgasm out at the thought of his lips. Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten what he’d seen.

As he held her hand tightly, he never allowed his focus to leave her eyes while he brought it to his mouth and took her fingers between his lips, sucking off the remnants of her cum. She flinched as he did it, watching him enjoy her taste. The way he stared into her eyes caused a flush to rise up her throat. She desperately needed him to kiss her again.

To take her again.

“The only thing I love more than you begging is you admitting you were wrong.”

“I was wrong?” She balked but knew the truth—she had been wrong about a lot of things.

“Don’t be a brat,” he growled at her, narrowing his eyes, obviously knowing her game.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he let his eyes drop down to her white robe, clearly coveting her. She tensed, unwilling to accept his attention. It wasn’t safe to do so.

“From what I remember, there were people out to kill you.” She tightened her belt and clenched her teeth, sending him a clear message. “They might just thank me if I do it first.”

“Please, do it.”

She bit her lip, letting out a frustrated noise. Looking between the door and his muscular frame, she worked through ways to push him out. Only then did she catch her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall across the kitchen. Her blonde locks were everywhere, and her face and neck were still swollen from the night before…from where she’d been attacked. She shook her head, closing her eyes, willing the memory to go away.

“You don’t have to worry about Hunter anymore,” he cut into her thoughts. “He’s fucked now.”

“And what about Sky?”

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