Page 31 of Through the Flames
This was the moment I’d been waiting for.
Playing the long game always paid off. You just had to be patient enough to know when to pull the thread — and make her come to you instead.
Let’s not fucking kid ourselves. There was no way I’d ever tell her no, but I found it never hurt to play it a little casual.
Hunter: What kind of help?
I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she’d bite.
Ella: Spreading incriminating evidence?
I actually snorted. This was too fucking easy. Anticipation coiled inside of me.
My girl wanted help? She’d get it.
I was burning for her, and she had no idea she was stoking the fire.
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Ella waltzed into my house like this was casual. Like I wasn’t going to lose my mind about it later. Like I didn’t want to lock the door behind her and fucking devour her.
Keep her all to myself until she came to realize there wouldn’t be an escape.
Not now, not ever.
Hoodie. Legs bare. Hair up in her signature ponytail.
My Blaze didn’t need to put any effort in, and she was still fucking ruining me.
The last time she’d been here, I got my first real taste of her, and I was dying for a repeat. Only, I couldn’t fucking scare her away. Not now, when the pieces were finally falling into place.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I said dryly, like my pulse wasn’t pounding in my ears.
“You’re so funny,” she quipped. The muscles in her toned legs flexed as she sauntered through the room.
Goddamn it. I swiveled away from her to hide my growing erection under the desk.
Ella perched her little perfect ass on the corner of my desk, her leg nearly brushing my arm. I inhaled slowly, trying to calm every instinct in my body to pounce.
Sure, come sit next to me like you’re not wearing the end of my self-control as an outfit.
She smelled like orange blossoms, and as her thick, definitely grabbable ponytail swung over her shoulder, I caught a whiff of her hibiscus shampoo. Fuck, I wish I could say that was irrelevant.
There went my fucking cock, tenting my joggers like I was a fucking sixteen-year-old again.
Her hoodie was riding up, exposing the soft skin of her upper thighs. A hint of ink peeked out from under the hem for a beat.
I clenched my hands into fists to stop myself from hauling her into my lap and examining the intriguing black lines up close and personal, preferably with my tongue.
I quirked a brow. “So, what exactly do you need me to do?”
“I need to spread some information–”
“I believe the words you used were ‘incriminating evidence’?” I asked with my head tilted, blinking once.
How she always got mixed up in shit like this was beyond me. Luckily, I protected what was mine.
Ella huffed. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do shit.”
