Page 21 of Hunted for Halloween

“If you are going to keep fucking me against every surface you find, you should at least find out if I'm on the pill.” I bite my lip, suppressing a smile.

“Are you?” he murmurs. The man sounds sexy as hell. It makes my insides go haywire.

I nod.

“Perfect,” he groans like he hates the idea of wearing a condom when he's inside me. He reaches for my lips, lazily dragging his thumb over them.

“Christian?”

“Hm?”

I kiss him, hard, until I can't breathe and I tell him, “no more running.”

It's not my profession that scares me. It's this man. This dark, beautiful, brooding man with a personality like the rough edges of broken glass.

But, I'll be damned if I allow my fears to get in the way of exploring what I feel for him.

Chapter Seven

AURORA

“Keep him occupied. I'll be there soon.”

The cold, gruff voice stirs me awake. My eyes flutter open and I lazily run my hands up the space beside me, furrowing my brows when I can't feel a pile of muscles beneath my palms.

The space between my legs feels sensitive when I try to move them, my cheeks burning red. My eyes dart around the spacious bedroom as I push the comforter off my body, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair.

“Good morning,” Christian's husky voice greets me. I snap my head towards his muscular frame standing by the edge of the bed with a tie in his hands.

The morning sun hits his sharp, angular features, kissing his stubble and strong jawline with a golden glow. It bounces off his amber eyes, melting them into pools of deep honey. He looks gut wrenchingly handsome in his crisp white shirt.

I blush, a tingling sensation shooting straight to my core, despite how much it feels satiated from last night.

“Did you sleep well?” the corners of his lips lift in what I'll term a mocking smirk.

He knows what he did, and he's not being subtle about it. Ever since I declared that I'm not shying away from what's going on between us two weeks ago in my kitchen, Christian and I have fallen into a routine.

It’s maddening, intoxicating and consuming. Most days, I end up coming over to his place and no matter how stressed out he is about work, once he's inside me, he doesn't stop until I'm sore and writhing. The more he takes from me, the more he permanently etches himself into my life.

“Maybe I would have if someone wasn't so insatiable last night.” I fake being grumpy, huffing.

“You are not exactly innocent either, Pumpkin.” He slowly wraps his tie around his collar, his long, veiny fingers twisting it in place.

I push the comforter off my body completely, trudging towards him in silk white nightwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. The movement of his hands halts. His whiskey eyes are trained on me as I approach him. They rove every dip and contour of my body, darkening with every movement and his jaw ticks when his eyes rest on my cleavage.

My buds come alive, tightening into stiff peaks. He wraps a large, possessive arm around my waist, dwarfing me with his frame and pulling me against his chest when I get to his front.

“Let me help you with that.” My voice is soft and seductive. Calloused fingers ruffle the silk material of my nightie as I take the tie from his hands. “Who was that?” I try to strike a conversation to distract myself.

“It's just my assistant.” He sounds dismissive—not towards me, but to get me to drop it, so that he can focus on the object of his obsession. Me.

His eyes follow me like a hawk, making my fingers tremble as I finish knotting his tie. I suck in a sharp breath when his palm rides low, resting on my ass unapologetically.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering on my lips. He palms my ass in a rough squeeze and I want to fight back the moan until he spanks me. “And all mine,”

I moan. Hard.

The stinging sensation on my clothed ass creams my thighs with arousal. I stand on my tiptoes, rubbing my thighs together for friction.

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