Page 23 of Sinfully Mine

“I’d find a way out of them.” I could, too. I used to practice with a pair of handcuffs when I was little. My father, a retired cop, taught me plenty of useful tricks, so Hunter didn’t have a clue how resourceful I could be in a pinch.

“What’s your real name, Grace? All of it.”

“Alexa Grace Connelly.”

His eyes rounded as he caught the connection to my last name and my father’s legacy. “Daughter of Detective Connelly, highly decorated, retired, and Marine veteran?”

“That’s the one.” I beamed a smile.

“Goddamn, baby. You could have warned me.”

“Why? The look on your face is priceless, Hunty.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Never fucking call me that again,”

“You’re grumpy.” I reached down and cupped his balls. “Full again so soon?”

His head flopped back as he sighed. “Baby, I will fuck you again soon. Don’t try to seduce me.”

“But,” I pouted, “It’s so fun to try.”

“Gracey girl, we need to come up with a plan.”

“So, you stop being a grumpy bear and help me catch the bad guys?” I asked, far too hopeful.

“Fuck.” He scrubbed his hand down. “Can’t we just go back to shooting zombies and mutated creatures?”

“We will. After this is over.”

“Fine,” he grunted. “Can I see your pussy first?”

“Want me to spread wide or flare my ass out on my hands and knees?”

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Gonna be the death of me.”

“What’s that?”

“Up on all fours. Spread yourself open so I can see how pretty and wet you are for me.”

I obeyed, unable to hide my smile or enthusiasm. I won. He was going to come with me to that appointment, and I’d have his help figuring out how to take down that trafficking ring. I remembered when Hunter said he had been involved in a takedown like this before. That meant he could protect me and expose those assholes before anyone else was yanked from their homes and families.

“You want me like this?” I asked, jiggling my butt cheeks.

“Fuck,” he cursed with a guttural groan. “You’re glistening.”

“You got me excited.”

His finger slid along my slit, delving between my folds and gathering up the moisture before I heard him suck his finger clean. “Delicious.”

“Are you going to lick me?”

“What if I just want to fuck you so hard that you scream my name again?”

“I can handle that.”

“Oh, I agree.”

I felt him settle behind me as his knees pressed into the bed. The tip of his cock pressed inside me, and I tried to lean back and impale myself on the hard length.

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