Page 48 of Hunted Temptation
So instead of saying that, instead of telling her she’s a good girl, because she is just that, I hum as I lean forward and reward her a different way. Not with words but with my tongue against her pussy, circling her clit.
I show her just how I feel about her with my mouth on her pussy, tasting her and bringing her to the edge right before I make her come against my tongue, listening to the sounds of her whimpering, of her moaning, bounce off my office walls around us.
When she comes, when her wetness floods my taste buds, only then do I shift back from between her legs and rise. Tipping my chin, I look down at her, her legs spread wide for me, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted in awe, her cheeks flushed as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes.
“Vaughn,” she exhales.
“Yeah?”
She shakes her head once, slipping her tongue out of her mouth to slide it across her bottom lip, wetting the flesh there.Unbuckling my pants, I drop them to my ankles, and then my underwear.
Standing in front of her, my cock in my hand, I position myself against her still-pulsing pussy from her recent orgasm. I wait for her to finish her thought. Clearly, she has something on her mind.
“I know I shouldn’t,” she whispers. “But I’m falling in love with you.”
Her words should cause me to pause. But they don’t. Instead, I slam myself inside her with a single thrust, burying myself deep, to the hilt, my eyes never leaving hers. Her own widen at the same time her breath hitches.
Lifting one hand, I cup her cheek. With the other, I grip her waist and hold on to her there, keeping her body still. As I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, my gaze searches hers. My hips stay still even though I want nothing more than to fuck her with every ounce of my strength right now.
Shifting my face closer, I touch my mouth to hers. “Goldie, I’m too old for you. I’m too fucked up for you. I don’t know how to love, but if that’s what this is, then that’s how I feel for you, too.”
And with that, I slam my mouth against hers, guide myself almost completely out of her, then slam back inside her. I fuck her against my desk just like I said I would. I make sure she comes again. And when she does, she whispers my name. It squeezes my heart. If this is love, then it’s what I feel for her. And at the same time, I feel heartache knowing that I can’t keep her.
Chapter Nineteen
VAUGHN
Leaning back in my chair,I watch the camera as the man walks around the building. He’s tried to open every single door around the building, and all have been locked. Because we’re not fucking stupid.
Flicking my gaze to the camera in my office, I see Elodie lying down on the small couch against the wall. She’s asleep, which means this is the perfect opportunity to take care of this really shitty private detective.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I send Hale a text letting him know what’s going on and where I’ll be. I send Theron a text letting him know the same, but that Elodie is in my office and to keep an eye on her there.
Confirmation comes quickly from both of them, and I walk out of the surveillance room and head to the elevator. Touching the lobby button, I wait for the car to move down to the first floor of the building.
Once the car door opens, I step out and head toward the door. The private investigator is a few feet away, looking up atthe sky, no doubt trying to figure out how customers get inside. I have a simple answer for that—they don’t. But he doesn’t know that.
I open the building door and slip out, closing it behind me and waiting for it to lock in place before I open my mouth.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
The investigator, still completely shit at his job, spins around as if he hadn’t heard me at all. I don’t know if he’s playing stupid or if he’s actually stupid. Either way, I arch a brow as I cross my arms over my chest, my feet planted to the ground.
I’m ready for a fight, but I doubt this guy has it in him. I’m not one to be too cocky, though. I’ve seen some men who look like they couldn’t throw a punch kill a man with their bare hands.
So, I stand alert but optimistic that this will be over soon.
“I’m looking for someone,” he announces.
I almost roll my eyes to the sky, but remain stoic. Keeping my facial expression completely blank as I wait for him to say something else. Because I won’t be answering that nonquestion. That’s what it is, too. It’s a statement, so I wait.
“Can you tell me anything about Elodie Scoggins?” he asks.
There it is.
I could tell him about her, all about her, but I won’t because she will cease to exist as a Scoggins soon enough. Staring at him, I tilt my head to the side, watching and waiting for him to ask something that I can actually answer… or rather, that I’m willing to answer.
He’s also very fucking lucky that since I can still taste her cum on my lips, have her scent lingering in my nose, and that my balls have been sucked dry, I’m in a damn good mood.
