Page 58 of The Revenge Agenda

He chuckles. “Getting in the car?”

“The car …”

“To watch the video.”

I’d rather reenact it instead. But I climb in the car, being a good boy and not humping Hunter’s leg. It’s a close call though.

The second the door closes behind me, I’m cocooned in his scent. I breathe deeply, relaxing into how it settles all of my senses, wanting to ask what he uses, but knowing he’ll give me a brand instead of listing all the ingredients and scents, so I let it go. It was getting loud and buzzy inside, but the dark and quiet here are too much of a swing because now my thoughts are getting loud.

“Here.” He passes me his phone. The smooth timbre of his voice is nice against my skin. Like a feeling rather than a sound.

I take the phone and click Play.

It’s me, awkwardly hovering, before Hunter steps into the frame. The man is fast, viper-focused, and from the second our mouths touch, it goes from possible snuff film to straight-up porn. Well, if porn had clothes and no naked parts.

My dick reacts to the image, focusing less on myself and more on the way Hunter is fucking dominating that thing. His hand on my ass, his body curling over mine, the way he’s clutching me like he refuses to let me go.

And when on-screen Hunter moves onto my neck, I can feel it. The tingles vibrating along the sensitive skin. The hum of my blood as my heartbeat rises, sending extra supplies to my rock-hard cock.

It ends, and the silence that falls rings in my eardrums, sets my skin on edge.

There’s no way Hunter doesn’t think that kiss was hot enough unless he’s the kinda guy into, I dunno, choking or something.

So did he just not want to send it?

Or is it something else? Embarrassed to be seen with me or worried it means he’ll never win Ian back. The intrusive thoughts are all wrong and unwelcome, but that doesn’t stop them from coming. From racing through my mind with convincing finality.

“See?” He clears his throat. “Not hot at all. Nothing. Definitely not something we can send.” There’s a heavy pause. “Couldn’t really expect much else, considering it was our first try.”

First try. I’m staring at my lap as I say, “I’m sure the second attempt would be much hotter.”

“You might be onto something. But if you’re pretending like you don’t know me, we can’t exactly send it to Ian anyway, right?”

He’s right. Footage like that will mean never getting him to cough up a confession about getting Hunter’s name blacklisted. But …

“It never hurts to have a backup plan.”

“I do like to be prepared. Organized. Ready for anything.”

“Then it makes sense. To make sure we have this to fall back on.”

Hunter’s large body leans over the center console. “It would mean kissing again.”

Anticipation is heavy on my tongue. “Until we get it right. Can’t expect to nail it the second turn. Maybe not even the third.”

When I force myself to look up at him, Hunter’s pupils have blown out. “I’m no stranger to hard work.”

I tap the side of the console he’s leaning on. “Not much room for activities.”

“Back seat?”

I don’t bother to answer, just throw open my door, jump out, and tumble into the back. Hunter climbs in after me, and I’m expecting more of the same untethered need, but he hesitates. Not enough for me to check in with him but enough that he catches my eyes before I can look away. Fingertips gentle on my cheek, for a second, two, then he closes them firmly over my jaw and yanks it down. As soon as my mouth opens, he pushes his tongue inside.

For a second attempt, we’re nailing this thing.

It’s squishy, and my leg is cramped up, but then Hunter shifts, free hand finding my thigh and hitching my knee over his lap. His satisfied hum is hot on my tongue.

I’ll practice all damn night if I have to.

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