Page 9 of Hunting Pretty

Good morning, Ava.

The glass squeaked under my finger as she stretched out her arms for me and snatched her phone off her bedside table.

On another screen, a live duplicate of her phone screen showed Ava scrolling through her contacts to find the one marked Security Company.

A low thrum of annoyance buzzed in my chest, like an itch I couldn’t scratch, mixed with a wave of admiration.

My girl was smart.

She was going to try to capture me on the security cameras.

She dialed the number on her phone and I smirked.

Good thing I was smarter.

My phone rang.

I grinned as her number came up on my phone asMine.

“Celtic Guard Security,” I answered, dropping my voice lower and talking in a slower voice than normal so she didn’t recognize it from last night. “Tommy speaking.”

Hell, I even threw in a heavy Northern accent, just for the fun of it.

“Oh, hello, hi.”

Her soft breathy voice tickling in my Bluetooth earpiece conjured up fantasies of her moaning in my ear, of her panting as I devoured her pussy.

It made me instantly hard and my cock pressed painfully in the constraints of my black pants.

I shifted in my large black leather office chair, palming myself through the thick material, a thrill going through meas I watched Ava pace her room in her underwear and sleep shirt as she spoke.

“This is Ava McKinsey,” she said, “from 17 Shrewsbury Road. We had a break-in last night and—”

“The alarms didn’t go off,” I said, cutting her off on purpose, pretending to be Tommy, the bored yet obstinate security guy. “I’m lookin’ at our system right now, Miss Ava.”

I loved the way her name felt on my tongue.

Ava. Ava, Ava, Ava.

Ava halted her pacing and spun on her heel, her braless tits jiggling against her thin t-shirt.

Fuck. They just begged to be played with. To be sucked into my mouth.

“Yes, well,” she muttered, running a hand through her messy bed head hair. “The alarms wereobviouslynot working.”

She was annoyed, I could tell. I’d been watching her, studying her for so long that I knew every minute expression, every shift in her behavior, every minor shift in her tone.

She didn’t need to speak to telegraph everything she was thinking and feeling to me.

I knew her body and mind as if I were inside her.

“There’s no sign of a fault in our system, Miss Ava.” I repressed a smirk and traced my fingertip down her legs on the screen with my other hand.

“Fine. Whatever.” She let out a smalltskof frustration. “Can you send through the security footage from last night around two a.m. of all cameras on the McKinsey residence, please?”

“Sure thing, Miss Ava. I’ll send it to the email in our file.”

“Cheers.”

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