Page 67 of Filthy Love

“If it’s between my filthy desire or her wellbeing. I’ll always choose her.” - Hawk

“Play a game with me?”

Hawk didn’t so much as blink since his mind raced to the dirtiest possible game he could think of. Getting her out of the PJ shorts she’d slipped into after a shower and his head lodged between her legs again.

Addiction.

Need.

Depraved obsession.

All of it was pulsing alive in Gia’s living room sitting on her couch with him like a crack head wanting a toke of the pipe one more time.

Yeah, he’d play that game for a fucking month and win every time.

Whether she guessed at his thoughts, Gia cleared her throat, dipped her head.

He kept himself on his side of the room with his arms crossed.

“This or That. Have you played before?”

“Not much for games.” Now or when he was growing up.

“Then you’ll love it.” She beamed crossing her legs Indian style and his eyes strayed to her inner thighs to the finger marks he’d left there. His pulse increased. “We can get to know all about each other.”

Watching her for years, he knew everything about the little bit of a thing. She’d been his only hobby and he considered himself an expert.

Not that he was telling her that.

Not yet.

“Coffee or soda?”

Huh. Not what he was expecting. “Coffee. Soda rots your guts.”

“Now your turn.”

She looked so happy sitting there with her hair pulled back and her face clean of any make-up that he would have swallowed bricks if it made her happy.

“Red or black?”

“Good one.” She grinned. “Black. It’s very slimming. My turn! Puppies or kittens?”

He scowled confused. He wasn’t an animal person. He was barely a people person. “Puppy, I guess.”

“Me too. I’d love to get a puppy.” Her game went on for thirty minutes. He learned she liked yellow flowers, cookie dough right from the tube and she was a fan of the Rockies.

“Do you think I'm pretty, Hawk?” She asked out of the blue, making his head explode, “like, if your friend -Not Rider- wanted to set you up with me on a blind date, and he showed you my picture, would you thinkhey that girl is pretty?”

The way she blinked all trusting wide eyed she was deadly serious.

The innocuous question reared up his head, grabbing him by the neck.

Hawk scowled viciously and curled his lip. How crazy was she to ask him that? He thought she was a goddamn goddess sent to earth. “Not doing this with you.”

“See, you can't even answer me!” She huffed hugging a cushion to her chest, her face pinched. “I'm obviously not pretty. I’m just a brain, overlooked by every guy. The last guy I tried to go out on a date with stood me up, he probably took one look at me and went back to Tinder. Would you have taken one look at me in my black mini dress and turned around, Hawk? Would you?”

He wanted to kill that guy. Really. Fucking. Slowly.

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