Page 23 of Unlawful Seduction

“We call it a hill.”

“So you’re not new.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why do I have a feeling this conversation is going to be tit for tat?”

“What do you mean?”

The little snort the doc issued was as adorable as everything else. “Come on. You’re like some mystery man who refuses to get close to anyone. Folks in town talk about how aloof you’ve been. I don’t care who you are or what your business is. None of my business. I simply want to make a better life for myself. So you can keep your privacy. I just don’t care.”

I shoveled more food into my mouth, doing exactly what she expected, but what I’d learned bothered her the most.

I held a hard. Cold. Stare.

She didn’t flinch, nor did she lose eye contact. Very impressive. I could count on three fingers the men who’d managed such a feat.

And one of them had been my father.

When I jerked to a standing position, the noise from the way the metal feet of the chair were forced across the tile was startling in such a quiet environment.

Yet she still didn’t flinch.

I grabbed another beer, returning without saying a word. She’d been goading me for information and her tactics had almost worked. But I wasn’t in a place like Stowe, Vermont for good feels or friends. This was all about remaining alive.

We both finished our beers and food at the same time and through every bite of food, my hunger only increased. But the strange pooling of longing in my loins had nothing to do with the food I’d consumed, but the woman sitting directly in front of me.

When Mallory finally dropped her gaze, she did so with a flash of a vixen-kissed smile and a slight roll of her eyes. I almost swept everything off the table at that point, ripping off her clothes and fucking her like a twisted, predatory animal.

The thing that got to me more than the thought was that I knew in my gut it was something she would enjoy.

Hot. Primal. Sex.

The sweaty kind that would leave us both panting for minutes after, our bodies dripping with perspiration. As she rose to her feet, she gave me one of those onceovers where you knew what her brilliant mind was processing.

Whether I was just a basic bad boy or one on steroids. Either way, she remained attracted. Visions of her naked body continued to invade my mind as she tossed our plates and plasticsilverware in the trash, doing her best to shove the remaining food in the tiny refrigerator.

What would it be like to taste her sweet pussy, lingering during a delicious exploration of her entire body? Her rounded curves with breasts sized perfectly for my hands refused to be hidden behind the shapeless scrubs. The look was wholesome on her, a powerful reminder someone like Dr. McGregor was off limits.

Mallory jerked around to face me as if sensing my thoughts, her eyes darting back and forth. I laughed softly. “Do I scare you, Dr. McGregor?”

While she tried to pass off her feelings, the way she raked her hand through one side of her hair was a dead giveaway how nervous I made her. “Does that kind of dark and dangerous vibe work on other chicks, because it certainly doesn’t with me.”

Her sweet face was pinched. Defiling her would be one of the greatest joys of my life.

I crawled off the chair, advancing toward her. She tilted her head and crossed her arms over her chest, defensive while attempting to act as if my presence didn’t bother her in the least.

She wasn’t expecting it when I gripped her jaw, wrapping my other arm around her waist and gripping her bottom with one hand. Her gasp was sweet yet inviting and I accepted, pulling her onto her toes in the adorable Converse tennis shoes she’d worn with her vet’s outfit.

“What are you doing?” She hissed the comment, pulling her arms free and slamming her palms against my chest.

Did she honestly think she was going to stop me with such a gesture? Hell, no. Her feigning fury only called to the predator in me.

“You’ve been wondering what it would be like to taste a savage. I’m going to grant you your wish.” I didn’t give her time to object because I wasn’t that kind of man and her plump lips glistening in the ugly lighting called to me.

I captured her mouth, my body tensing the moment I did. Just having a woman in my arms felt entirely forbidden, yet the fantasy spun over Chinese food and trauma had created a hunger so infused with need I couldn’t ignore my desires any longer.

She remained stiff at first, avoiding her true longing just as I knew she’d do. I wasn’t surprised when she did her best after ten full seconds to break free of my hold, finally resulting to pummeling her hands against my chest.

Did she really believe anything was going to work?

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