Page 19 of Regret

Hunter ducked, missing her fist, and then maneuvered in such a way that he had her back pinned against his chest while he had a strong grip around her shoulders and waist.

With his lips close to her ear, he said calmly, “Those men followed us and we barely managed to lose them. They are still out there searching for you.” He gripped her tighter against him. “And believe me when I say there is no way they will not notice you walking down the streets of Chicago looking the way you do now.”

And that was the goddamn truth. Even though she was the complete opposite of what his type was, she was still fucking hot—in a female ninja slash ball-busting kind of way.

“Is that your way of saying I look good, Ace?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

She turned her head slightly toward his face and her lips came within inches of his. “If I recall correctly, you did call my assfine lookingearlier.”

“I had to say something to get you on my motorcycle.”

Her cherry red lips curved into a half grin, starting to tease him with temptation. “So you’re saying I don’t have a fine-looking ass, then?”

“I’m saying I haven’t noticed.” Which was a complete lie. Of course he noticed her curvy ass. He noticed that ass back at Twisted Fable already, and he sure as hell noticed her ass while it was pressed against his cock at that moment.

She leaned closer, her mouth almost touching his. “You’re a bad fucking liar, Ace.”

“And you’re trouble.”

Right at that moment her lips looked so damn enticing, he had to keep himself from moving that last inch and pushing his mouth against hers. He smelled the sweet cherry scent of her lips, and could almost taste it on his tongue.

Thank God she wasn’t his type or he would have been inside of her in record fucking time. Pun very much intended.

“I’m going to let go of you now. But you’re getting that fine-looking ass of yours which I haven’t noticed up to my apartment and we’re going to have a little talk.”

She smiled. “Who? You and me, or you and my fine-looking ass?”

Hunter’s gaze moved from her eyes to her lips that still remained dangerously close to his.

“I’m willing to bet that mouth of yours has the talent to get you into worlds of trouble.”

“It also has the talent to get me out of it.” She winked suggestively, then pulled herself free of his grip.

Trouble. This woman had fucking trouble written all over her in black, bold letters, and Hunter had somehow managed to get himself smack-bang right in the middle of it all.

“Well, come on, then, Ace. I’ll lead the way.” She turned around and headed to the underground entrance of the apartment building as if she knew exactly where she was going.

“You don’t even know where my apartment is.”

“I know that. I just want to walk in front so you can stare at my fine-looking ass.”

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck and snorted. For some reason he knew he was in for a shit load of trouble with this one, and a part of him was looking forward to it—except his balls of course.

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