Page 57 of The Revenge Agenda

“Then where? The hall to the bathroom? Want to relive where you shoved me against the door?”

Hunter’s expression twitches. “No. My car’s in the parking lot if you want to go there.”

“You’re not planning on driving home, are you?”

“No, Mom.”

I cock my head, trying to figure out if he’s accidentally used the wrong name or if that’s sarcasm I’m detecting. Because I can’t tell, I decide to fuck with him instead. “You have a Mommy kink?”

“Rush!” Hunter slaps his hand over my mouth as he glances around us. When he turns back to me, his face is hovering inches from mine, eyes shining with … something. Something that makes me feel good. “I can’t take you anywhere, can I?”

If my mouth wasn’t sealed, I’d point out that he absolutely could take me to the bedroom, and I wouldn’t even fight him on it.

I lick his palm instead.

It doesn’t make him move his hand. All I’m rewarded with is a stern look my dick is struggling to ignore.

“You done here?” he asks, voice taking on a delicious rasp.

I can only nod.

When he releases me, I’m out of my seat and halfway to the door before I get a chance to blink. I know what I’m hoping will happen in that car of his, but I can never be sure I’ve read the signs right.

If it turns out this video is as hot as that kiss felt, things might escalate. If it’s as embarrassing as Hunter made out, I can say goodbyyyye, sexual tension.

My fingers and dick are both crossed, hoping my instincts are spot-on.

I pause a few steps into the parking lot, realizing I have no clue what he drives. We didn’t leave work together, because that’s what movies tell you to do when you’re having an illicit, well, revengeship in our case, but it’s all the same. Hunter is taking his time approaching, and I can’t help the long sigh that comes from me.

“You’re ruining this.”

“Ruining what?”

“The buildup.”

His eyes narrow a little. “The buildup … to our on-screen debut.”

And hopefully other things. “Exactly. The video. Of us kissing. And evidence it has happened.”

“I don’t need evidence.”

My evil side comes out to play. “Why? Think about it often, do you? Relive it as you’re falling asleep? Or maybe when you’re in the shower? Ever think about me with your dick in your hand?”

“For fuck’s sake, Rush, you can’t say that shit to your boss.”

I wrinkle my nose. “You don’t act like a boss to me. But if you like, I can call you sir.”

I can’t tell if his groan is a good kind or a bad kind. Until he sets his hand on my hip, dragging me closer to a silver car, and whispers right by my ear, “The first time I ever laid eyes on you, before I’d worked out what was happening, I’d thought you were there for Ian and me to play with. And I knew exactly which candy cane I wanted to suck on.”

Ah. Want sizzles through my core as I turn my face until we’re so close I’m looking at him almost cross-eyed. “Someone have a sweet tooth?”

Hunter’s smile is slow and predatory and ignites the small, broken pieces of me alight. Being looked at like that is my weakness; it’s maybe the reason I get myself into so much trouble with men, but one I-need-to-touch-you look is all it takes for me to give them my full permission.

Self-worth? Who needs it.

I have my issues. We all do.

But when it’s Hunter looking at me like that, the need is more overpowering than I’ve ever experienced.

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