Page 51 of His Every Move

His fingers slid higher, dragging over my inner thigh, inching toward my already half-hard cock.

I exhaled sharply, shifting my hips, spreading my legs just enough to encourage him. “Careful, Eli.”

“Or what?” His smirk deepened, his voice a low, teasing hum. “You’ll punish me, Detective?”

A growl rumbled in my throat. “You really wanna find out?”

His hand pressed between my legs, palming my growing bulge. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I really do.”

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in, crushing our mouths together. He tasted like heaven. The kiss was sweet and needed relief after the chaos of tonight. He moaned into the kiss, his fingers tightening over my cock, rubbing slow, firm circles over my jeans.

Fuck, I needed him. Needed to have him against me, feel his naked body on mine.

I pushed him back against the couch, my mouth trailing down his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin. His breath hitched, his hips thrusting up into me. He was already as hard as I was.

“You like that?” I murmured against his jaw.

He nodded, eyes filled with lust. “Yeah.”

I grinned, slipping my hand under his shirt, my fingers trailing up his stomach. “Good. ’Cause I’m just getting started.”

I dipped my head, about to mouth over his nipple?—

His phone vibrated against the coffee table.

Elijah groaned. “Fuck, ignore it.”

But the screen lit up again. Another buzz. Then another.

Three rapid messages.

I frowned. Not normal.

Elijah sighed, reaching for the phone. “Better not be Zack asking me if I’m still alive.”

I leaned back, still hovering over him as he swiped open the message. The second his eyes skimmed the screen, his entire body went rigid. A sharp chill prickled down my spine.

“What?” I asked. “What is it?”

Elijah swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s from an unknown number.”

I sat up straighter. “What does it say?”

Elijah hesitated, his grip tightening around the phone. Then, slowly, he turned the screen toward me.

UNKNOWN: Did you enjoy the show? I thought the ending was explosive.

Chapter18

Elijah Grant

My stomach twistedinto a tight knot. I sucked in a deep breath to try and fight the wave of nausea that crashed over me as I read the text message.

The bomb threat was because of me. Nomad had known I’d be at the theater and must have called it in. I was the cause behind tonight’s chaos and fear.

Me.

Holy shit.

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