Page 69 of Seduce Me in Shadow

“Not here!” I cry.

Caden isn’t listening. He latches onto my breast through my bra, sucking hard. My nipples, still tender from our last encounter, leap to full, aching attention. I stifle a moan.

“I left him a message,” Olivia murmurs.

Hurstgrove curses softly. “Bloody hell. This is going to take a while.” He searches for me in the rearview mirror, then quickly jerks his stare away. “Where do you live?”

Before I can answer, Caden plants soft, open-mouthed kisses down my abdomen…and begins edging lower, shoving my skirt up with an impatient roar.

I feel myself get wet.

As if he knows, Caden’s fingers dive between my thighs and slide under the elastic of my knickers. Unerringly, he finds my clit. Tingles bombard me. My breathing stutters.

Hurstgrove peels away from the curb. “Quickly.”

It’s bloody hard to answer when Caden is arousing me out of my mind, but I manage to rattle off my address between Caden’s tongue licking up my skin and his fingers making magic between my legs.

Hurstgrove programs his GPS accordingly and jets down the road.

Three minutes later, he reaches my building. Caden is doing his damnedest to work off my knickers with one hand and remove my bra with the other. Despite aching to let him, I fight him off because I can’t walk to my flat naked. Once we’re in my bedroom, I’ll happily take off everything for him and welcome him with open arms.

“Car park?” Hurstgrove barks.

“No,” I croak out.

Hurstgrove pulls up to the walk, then turns to Olivia. “Can you park this? Call Marrok and tell him your location. Suggest that Sabelle fetch you as soon as possible. I hate to leave you alone, even for a moment.”

She lays a soft hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine.”

“Bad people still want their bloody hands on you, my little Le Fay. You’re in danger. Be careful.”

Le Fay? Like Morgana Le Fay?

A smile curves the beautiful American’s mouth. “You’re like the annoying big brother I never had.”

He huffs. “Big brothers know best. Now go.”

At Olivia’s nod, Hurstgrove exits the vehicle, doffing his designer jumper. When the back door opens, he leans in. I wriggle to lower my skirt, which earns me a very unhappy growl from Caden.

Hurstgrove pointedly looks away as he grabs Caden by the shirt, yanking him to his feet. “Come with me.”

Caden fights like a madman, thrashing and hitting his head on the top of the door.

“Careful!” I insist.

As soon as he clears the vehicle, Caden snarls and whirls, throwing wicked punches that barely miss one of England’s most high-profile, eligible bachelors.

Hurstgrove tosses me his jumper, then clamps his arms around Caden’s middle. “Put that on and open your door. We’ll follow.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I skip the lift and head for the stairs, uncertain that anyone could contain Caden during the ancient machine’s long ascent.

Behind me, Caden grunts and curses, fighting to be let free, all the while telling me exactly how he intends to shag me in electrifying detail. His desire is contagious. Want hikes up my breathing and cramps my womb.

But now that I have two seconds to think, worry creeps in. What if I can’t help Caden? What if my efforts don’t heal him? What if that damn book and my own impulsivity are to blame?

As we emerge from the stairwell, Hurstgrove lets out a huff. “Bloody hell!”

Glancing back, I find Hurstgrove doubled over—and Caden charging toward me. He pins me to the wall a moment later, grabbing my thigh in one hand and nipping at my throat while he presses his steely cock against me. Anticipation skyrockets, and I palm my way under his shirt, eager to feel the hot, bare skin of his back.

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