Page 48 of Pretty Lethal
Knowing exactly what he’s done to me, Kai smirks before sitting back in his seat and turning to Isaac, striking up a conversation as though he didn’t just leave me speechless and horny.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I mumble, before sliding out of my seat.
Setting down his glass of champagne, Kai moves to come with me, but I wave a hand. “You stay here. I’ll only be a minute.”
His lips part on a protest.
“I know exactly where you are, and the bathrooms are right over there.” I wave my hand in the vague direction of the toilets, keeping my focus on Kai as he purses his lips, giving me a harsh glare that communicates everything he can’t say—no wandering off, no snooping, straight to the bathroom then back—before he growls, “You have five minutes then I’m coming after you.”
My body reacts viscerally to the scraping of his voice over my skin, and I can’t decide if that was a threat or a promise as I sashay away from the table.
I leave the constant buzz of the party behind as I slip down the corridor. I’ve seen several people come and go from here, so I can only assume this is where the bathrooms are.
The hall is quiet, a pleasant reprieve from the constant hum of voices and tinkling laughter, although now that we’ve found my friends, I’m having more fun than I expected. A grin spreads across my face at how easily they welcomed Kai. It all feels so normal, and after months of craziness, normal is exactly what I needed.
I find the door to the bathroom, but just before I enter, I hear whispered voices from further down the hall. I stand with my hand on the door, debating what to do as Kai’s silent words echo in my head.No snooping.Except, I’m not really snooping, am I? I’m just taking advantage of an opportunity. It might be nothing, anyway.
Deciding that that’s probably the case, but it would do no harm to check it out, I grab my dress in one hand, lifting it high enough so it doesn’t trail on the floor and make a noise as I slink down the hallway on my tiptoes.
The murmuring gets louder as I approach a set of double doors. One of them is slightly ajar, and I peer into what appears to be an office—dark mahogany bookshelves filled with books, leather-bound chairs placed before an empty fireplace, and a large oak desk off to one side.
My eyes go wide, and I clamp a hand over my mouth as I gasp, staring transfixed at the desk where none other than Carrie is bent over it. Her skirt is pulled up around her waist, and a younger man with brown hair is railing into her from behind.
“Yes, harder,” Carrie gasps, and the man growls before picking up his pace, practically driving her into the desk as he pounds into her.
His hand wraps around her throat and squeezes, silencing her, and before either of them can spot me spying, I hurry away from the door and into the bathroom.
Flicking the lock, I lean my back against the door and fan my face as I cackle to myself.
Go Carrie!
I’d place Carrie in her mid-forties and guess that guy was in his mid-twenties. So at least a twenty-year age gap between them. Go her for pulling a man half her age, and having sex at a party where anyone could walk in—hot as hell!
Pushing off the door, I quickly pee and wash my hands when there’s a tap on the door.
“I’m nearly done,” I call out to whoever is waiting.
“Em, it’s me.”
“Kai?” I unlock the door before stepping aside as he slinks into the bathroom. “What—?”
Before I can finish asking the question, the lust burning in the depths of his emerald green eyes, darkening them as his gaze roams over my dress, answers it.
“I decided I didn’t want to wait until we got home before tasting you.”
A squeak makes it past my restricted throat as I back up against the sink. Kai stalks me like a hunter, caging me in as his hands pull up the fabric of my dress until it’s hitched around my waist.
Sliding his fingers in the waistband of my silk panties, he fists them before tearing them from my body.
“Wow,” I gasp as the sharp sting of pain heightens the desire curdling in my core.
His large palms slide along the backs of my thighs before he lifts my ass to perch on the edge of the vanity.
Pushing my thighs wide, he lowers to his knees between them, staring hungrily at the juncture between my legs. “Still pretending you don’t love me?” he purrs before burying his nose in my folds and licking a scorching hot path up my center.
My back arches, my fingers sliding between his soft brown strands of hair as I pull him closer. The only response I’m capable of is a low moan as he effortlessly disproves my earlier words.
I’m coming apart on his tongue in no time at all, biting down on my lower lip to restrain the cry of pleasure begging to be set free as I tremble and shake beneath his touch.
