Page 54 of Hunted Temptation
I smile and let out a laugh. “Man, I'll give you the fact that you’re persistent. But you aren’t talking to her. Not now. Not fucking ever.”
“I can’t leave until I do.”
I let out a chuckle. Leaning forward, I make sure that he’s got complete fucking eye contact with me. “Better invest in some goddamn property, then, because you will be waiting for a goddamn lifetime.”
“My benefactor will be coming here soon if I don’t produce any information. You probably don’t want that to happen.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I state.
I watch as the PI takes a step forward, then another. He is trying to intimidate me, but it doesn’t work. Although I find it comical that he thinks he can actually intimidate me. He can’t.
I would think he’s just being a cocky asshole if I didn’t know him better. He’s trying to get me to make a mistake. I won’t be making one, at least not the way he wants me to. I’m sure I’ve made a million of them in my lifetime, but not in this case. Not with him. Not with Elodie.
Taking a step backward, I jerk my chin in his direction. “Have fun house hunting.”
Closing the door, I flip the dead bolt closed, then the other locks, and I shift into place to look through the peephole. I watch him pace for a moment before he turns and makes his way in the direction he came from.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I find the surveillance app and watch as the fucker walks down the hallway, down the stairs, and then to the front door. He moves away from the building toward a car, then stops at the driver’s seat and looks over his shoulder at the building.
My lips twitch into a smirk.
Fucker.
I don’t move until he opens the car door, slips inside, and shifts the car intoReverse. He pulls out of his spot and thankfully drives away. I can’t help but wonder if I should maybe be watching him.
I’m sure I should, but on the other hand, his little boss isn’t going to be a problem much longer. If I decide to agree to this crazy fucking plan of Lucille and Elodie’s, I’m adding that asshole to my list.
Once I’m sure the PI is gone, I make my way toward the bedroom, unlocking the door before I slip inside. There, standing with her back to me, is Elodie. She doesn’t turn to face me, but she must sense it’s me because she begins to speak.
“Is he gone?” she asks.
“He’s gone for now.”
She hums before she finally turns around to face me. I watch as she tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine as her teeth bite her bottom lip. “Everything okay?”
I could tell her the details of the conversation, but decide against it. Instead, I just dip my chin in a single nod before I move toward her. One step, then another until I’m just a few inches from her body, so fucking close that I can smell her.
“Vaughn,” she exhales.
“Everything’s fine. Take off your clothes, Goldie. I’m fucking you against this window.”
She shivers, her body trembling as her lips part and her eyelids lower. She looks up at me through her lashes, and my cock stands at full attention. Lifting my hand between us, I curl my fingers around the front of her throat, squeezing her there firmly but gently.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers while my other hand slips beneath her pants, cupping her bare pussy. “You’restill sensitive from earlier. I’ll be gentle, Elodie,” I growl. “But I’m addicted to your cunt. To your taste. To you.”
Her hips roll as she searches for my touch. My fingers move ever so gently, a whisper of a touch against her soft, sweet, sensitive clit. “I love you, Vaughn.”
“Marry me.”
The words come out before I even think about them. They spill out, and I know I won’t be able to stuff them back inside.
Marry me.
And it’s in this moment, this mistake, this slip of the tongue, that I realize I want that. She’s mine, this woman, this eighteen-year-old girl in most people’s eyes. She’s too young for me. I likely look like a pervert with her like this.
But I don’t care.
She’s mine.
