Page 75 of Cutter

As she walked to the front door, something Cutter had said came to her, and she stopped. Sunset was around the corner, but it wasn’t dark enough to hide her appearance when she got out of her Rover. Changing into the gown would have to wait until she was inside his place. She returned to her closet. Pulling out the only hoodie in her wardrobe, she slipped it on. At least it was black.

Now, she was ready.

Cutter had just finished drying after his shower. He’d wrapped the bath towel around his hips when the bell ring at the front door gave him a start. He wasn’t expecting anyone.

“Okay,” he called out. “Coming.”

He looked through the view hole.

“Fuck!” Hissing, he opened the door, grabbed Emily’s arm, and yanked her inside. He slammed the door shut, glaring at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What the hell are you doing here, Emily?”

Lowering the hood, she gave him a shy smile. “Surprise? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“You haven’t answered me.”

“I… I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Emily.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you think I make extra trips and jump through hoops to see you? Didn’t I warn you Nails’s men are watching this house? No. Don’t shake your head. I have a fucking good memory. I know I did.”

Quickly, Cutter moved to the window and pulled up a single shade slat to scan the street. The front neighbor’s yard and thetwo homes on either side appeared to be peaceful. Same with his. Focusing his hearing, he waited. There were no rumbling sounds, distant or nearby, typical of choppers driving away.

Well, wasn’t that a dumb-assed, wasted effort?

The man, or men, watching him didn’t have to go anywhere to pass information. A simple text or phone call to Nails would reveal the game Cutter had played for several days.

Taking a deep breath, he faced Emily. She’d had enough good sense to wear a hoodie. Clear confirmation she’d remembered his warning and was playing a game herself. He should send her back home, teaching her a lesson in obedience, but that would make a scene outside. If by some miracle she’d escaped detection, he didn’t want to tempt fate. Besides, she was here already. The better idea was to release the storm within the confines of his home.

She hadn’t moved from where he put her. The hoodie gave her a young girl’s look, fitting perfectly with her Tween. A tote sat by her feet, and she kept her face lowered. He loved her madly. There was no doubt in his mind, and the sweet, apologetic attitude tugged at his heartstrings.

“Why did you come?”

Blue eyes wide as saucers looked at him.

“Didn’t I explain I was meeting you at the apartment?”

“Um. Yes. But. I thought…” Her cheeks turned deep red.

“Come clean, Emily. No matter how bad or difficult, the truth gets you into less trouble.”

“I wanted to see you. A surprise would be fun. Plus, I’ve never seen your place.”

Okay, there was enough conviction in her words. Nevertheless, the icy claws wouldn’t let him go. There was more to the story, but she was dug in. For now, Emily wasn’t ready to confess. Later, he’d press her again.

The slight hesitation was his undoing. As if his every thought had transferred into her mind, Emily’s attitude shifted. The shy girl disappeared under a sexy half smile and a seductive head tilt. Stepping closer, she brushed her delicate fingertips down the side of his neck to his clavicle, where she lingered.

Hell, the minx knew exactly how to get him going. Her touch was light, yet explosive. He stilled her hand with his. Though he knew the emotional state she was in, protocol had to be followed. “Where are you, Emily?”

“Spicy, Daddy. I’m so ready to play.”

And so was he. Emily’s warmth wafting upon his naked skin was a powerful aphrodisiac. Holding the back of her neck, he brought her close. She went with the pull until her stiff nipples pressed his chest. Writhing against him, Emily dropped her head back and parted her lips.

The offering was sensual and irresistible. Her sweet breath was intoxicating. Though she was still dressed, he felt her essence all over him. The impulse to access his well-honed control lasted less than a second. The need to taste her mouth won the battle, and he descended on her. His ravenous tongue swept through, savoring even the tiniest spot. She was all his, and he was leaving his imprint everywhere. Nothing would be missed or omitted. Before he pulled back, he nibbled on her delicious lower lip until he felt it plump up.

“There it is, nice and full.”

“Hmmm?” she murmured in a daze.

“Doesn’t matter, baby girl,” he said, tucking her into his arms. He could stay in this happy moment, holding her close, basking in her scent, and feeling her soft heartbeats for a long, long time.

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