Page 78 of Hostile Secret
She pushes back her shoulders and takes a noticeably deep breath. “You’re saying no, aren’t you?”
My muscles tighten. It’s maddening to crave something so flawless and have the burden of protecting it. Safeguarding her from men like me.
Either way, I have no desire to snuff out the light inside of her and the Vargas family had turned out to be moderately clean. Nothing on the scale of Souza competition.
“I’m saying they’d better watch themselves if you do stay over.”
Immediately, she sits upright. The blanket slips off her shoulders and those juicy tits I love taunt me. “IfI stay?”
“Whenyou stay.” I scratch my jaw. My anxiety is through the ceiling.
Without warning, she lunges at me, bare-skinned and full of energy, almost spilling my drink. Her arms are around my neck and her plump tits fuse to my chest.
She’s hanging on to me. The contact isn’t meant to be sexual, rather more grateful. However, sparks catapult, the heat of them melting my plan to leave her alone. My senses fire up and the boner nudging my abdomen is on high alert.
“I knew you’d see sense,” she mumbles, her face squished into my pec. “I’ll bring my new gun. Just in case.”
That won’t be necessary. I’ll be outside the Vargas mansion with my sniper rifle, ready and waiting to take her home first thing in the morning––or shoot the fuckers dead.
“Yeah, you should always carry a loaded gun.” I agree anyway. “Keep it hidden in your overnight bag.”
It would probably be for the best to peel her off me and get out of here. Except her warm, naked flesh covers me and I fucking love it.
Reaching behind my head, I grab her wrists and unhook them, slowly letting her slide down my torso until I’m looming over her like a storm cloud.
“If they interrogate you, call me and I’ll get you out of there immediately. People only ask questions when they want something.”
She blinks up at me. “Or maybe they just want to get to know me.”
“Precisely.” A smug smile dances on the corners of my mouth. I love watching her pupils flare. There’s a hot thrill to it.
“Fine.”
When she goes to sit back down, I seize her wrists and yank her into my chest again. She freezes. Staying quiet for the briefest of heartbeats. Goosebumps rain over her arms and her head tips back to meet my gaze. Together we breathe—deep, hot breaths.
“I’ll need a down payment for authorizing your night away.”
My dick is like stone, my joggers are nowhere near me to cover it. Not that I would. I’m not ashamed of being turned on by her. Being this close means every automatic reaction she has is visible to me, even her slight shiver.
She’s aroused too. I know by the flush to her cheeks and how she’s not struggling to break free.
Her brow creases and she licks her sugary lips. “What did you have in mind?”
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His low hum sizzles over my skin like a dirty whisper. “I want these lips put to work.” Firm fingers hollow my cheeks. “Taste yourself on me.”
He towers above me, so strong and dangerous. I smell alcohol and fresh citrus mixed with lethal confidence. Stupidly it makes my stomach flip.
“I get the impression you like having me here.” I joke, my silly titter giving away nerves.
His eyes flash and I instantly regret saying it. I’m not given the chance to take it back when his large hands circle my waist, his immense power thrusting me backward onto the couch.
Giovanni’s inked muscles flex, his dominant stance solid. “Ilikefucking you. I don’t like having you here,” he sneers, his hair messily falling over his brow. “There’s a big difference.”
“Well, I don’tlikebeing here.” I counter, stung by his sharpness. “And I really don't appreciate having to ask permission from a sociopath if I can visit my friends.”
