Page 21 of Wicked Temptations
Of course, my professionalism cracked the moment Ash and I collided in our first fight sequence. I felt everything pull. I felt the ache in my ass and the throbbing where his teeth had been on my throat, and it spiraled from there. I remembered how I’d had him leaking out of me on the drive home, how I’d had to clean myself up in the shower in a way I hadn’t done in years. It was all there, right at the front of my brain, flushing my skin and racing straight to my cock.
My focus was scattered. Ash’s eyes locked on mine, and I knew he felt it too. Knew he was thinking about the corridor, about my face pressed against the wall, and about the sounds I’d made as he’d nailed me there.
Our fight was sloppy, the timing was off, and we had to soft-reset twice. The crowd didn’t seem to notice, but I felt every mistake, every moment where my body was remembering instead of performing.
When Ash pinned me during the second sequence and his hand landed on my throat, I almost lost it. His fingers wereright there over the marks he’d made with his teeth. His thumb pressed down, gently but deliberately, and I had to bite back an undignified sound.
“Focus,” he said under his breath. That was usually my line. The thing Ihad to say to him every time he got cocky and tried to go off script.
“Fuck you.”
“I already did.” His smile was almost cruel. “Want to take my cock again?”
No, I didn’t want to take it again.
I wanted to shove him down and fuck him until the smug look melted off his face. I wanted to see how cocky he’d be when he was the one bent over, when he was the one losing control.
“‘Cause I want to put it in you. Hard.”
“Next time,” I snarled. “It’ll be you face first against a wall.”
A challenge flickered in his eyes.
“Oh, you’ll need to catch me first.”
He released me and moved back, disappearing into the smoke. The crowd was screaming, and I could hear the music thumping, but all I knew was the adrenaline kicking through my system. The thrill of the chase.
We weren’t supposed to go off script like this. But management wanted realism and for the energy to feel raw and dangerous.
They were about to get exactly what they had asked for.
I launched after him.
Game on.
Chapter 8
Ash
Thechasewasreal.
Jude wasn’t playing around. I could hear his footsteps on the metal grating behind me, way closer than they should have been. The guests were screaming, but I couldn’t tell if it was for me or for him or for the sheer adrenaline of watching two Hunters actuallyhunt.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I ducked around a corner, vaulted over a low barrier, and kept running. The strobe lights made everything disorienting, but I knew this maze. Knew every turn, every shortcut.
But so did Jude.
Fuck.
I could feel the thrill of everything singing through my veins, electric and dangerous. Part of me wanted to keep running, wanted to prove I could stay ahead of him. It would show himthat I was faster than he was, younger than he was and better than he gave me credit for. But the other part, the part that was already half-hard in my pants, wanted to slow down. I wanted to see what he’d do when he caught me.
Because he was going to catch me.
The thought sent heat flooding through me. Would he pin me down right here, in front of everyone? Would he make good on that threat, turn me around and take back what I’d stolen from him in that corridor? I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I’d used my size to take control and deny him. To nail him instead and prove that I was his goddamn equal.
He’d loved every minute of it, but I could tell he was resentful.
I stumbled slightly, my boot catching on an uneven seam. It was enough. Jude’s hand snagged my vest and yanked me backward. I twisted free at the last second, adrenaline spiking, and threw myself into a roll that brought me back to my feet.
