Page 77 of Playing Dirty
“What could you possibly be doing all the way on this side of town…at night…dressed in all black?”
The heat of his breath sends a shiver down my spine when he speaks, replacing the panic from earlier with white-hot lust. To the point where my cock is stiff—aching behind my jeans—from nothing more than his proximity and a few feather-light touches.
“Not gonna answer, huh?” he murmurs when I remain silent, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he continues. “You know, the responsible thing would be for me to call campus security. Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re up to no good.”
A zing rushes through my chest at the threat.
“You wouldn’t,” I whisper, not quite believing the words as they leavemy lips.
He must be able to tell too, if his amused chuckles are anything to go by.
“Yeah, baby? You willing to bet on that?”
I do my best to ignore the way that term of endearment has warmth flooding to all my extremities—my cock especially—and answer his question with one of my own.
“How did you even know where I was? Because I’m starting to think you’ve taken up stalking as an elective this year.”
It’s uncanny at this point, how he manages to end up every single place I am. And I’m far past believing it’s merely a coincidence.
Too bad there’s no chance for him to respond thanks to the sound of static filling the air around us, only for Wyatt’s voice to call out, “Greyson, update me. Over.”
Shit. I thought I turned the sound down more than that.
My cock instantly deflates, the reminder of what I’m here to do acting as a bucket of ice water and bringing me back to reality. To what I’msupposedto be doing.
A grin tugs at Madden’s lips, the sound of Wyatt’s voice confirming the suspicion he already knew to be correct, before he slowly pulls the walkie from where it’s clipped to my belt.
Then, with hazel eyes locked on mine, he raises it to his mouth and speaks clearly into the receiver.
“All clear. Over,” he calls, only for the statement to echo through the empty hallway a second later.
What the hell?
Wyatt’s response comes almost immediately. “Ten-four. Admin is clear. Over.”
There’s no weird echo this time, but I don’t have the chance to focuson it. I’m too busy glaring at the jackass in front of me while he clips the walkie back in place. Even when his hand lingers there, anchoring on my hip, I’m still irritated by his audacity.
“Why’d you tell him we’re clear when we haven’t finished checking the building?”
“Because what you’re looking for isn’t here.” He pauses, cocking his head a little before adding, “Or anywhere else your teammates are searching, for that matter.”
I arch a brow. “Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.”
There’s a beat of silence before his smirk grows into a full-blown grin, popping the dimple in the apple of his left cheek. “Suit yourself. It’s your own time you’re wasting. Especially when you could be doing something so much more…stimulating.”
As if trying to prove his point, his fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt. I draw in a sharp breath the moment their icy pads land on my skin, and God, I want to kiss that smug look off his face so fucking badly.
I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of me caving to my desire.
Not after he just caught me, red-handed, raiding his campus.
“If it’s not here, then why am I still being detained?”
Another lush laugh leaves him as his thumb skates over the skin above my waistband, and the combination may as well be a shot of heroin straight to my bloodstream.
“This isn’t me detaining you. But if I had something to restrain you with? You can bet your sweet little ass I’d have you on your knees right here.” His words are dripping with filthy promises, oozing with lust when he murmurs, “Makes me wonder what all your friends would think about finding you with my cock down your throat.”
Fucking hell.
