Page 42 of Regret

He pushed a finger inside her and she let out a breath while rocking her hips against his hand. “Like I said, you don’t know what I’m capable of handling.”

He moved his finger inside her, slipping it out and back in. “We both want this. So we might as well just get it out of the way.”

“Aren’t you just the perfect Prince Charming?” Her head slanted to the side while her eyes remained closed.

“I never said I was. Besides, you and I both know the Prince Charming type bores you.”

His fingers continued to work her, building the pressure in her body until it would demand release.

“I don’t know, Ace. Maybe I like Prince Charming.” Her hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers.

“You and I both know that’s bullshit.”

Watching the pleasure plastered all over her face, her body moving in search of what it wanted, looking to satiate a hunger he had instigated while his fingers were buried deep inside her, had him close to losing it in his pants.

“I only have one rule, Scarlet.” He pushed harder, moving his finger faster while she kept on making the most beautiful sounds of pleasure.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

He stilled, letting go of her hair and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. And then those damn blue sapphires, looking all smoky and heady, suddenly knocked the wind right out of him. Only then did he realize she had somehow managed to make him forget all about his number two rule when it came to screwing women.

Never blue eyes. Never.

Blue eyes were a hard limit for him. Always has been. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to bend this blue-eyed woman over and make her screams hit the goddamn roof.

While contemplating for a full two seconds if he would be able to break one of his rules just once, Scarlet took him by surprise by shoving her hand down his pants and gripping his cock hard.

“Jesus.” He cursed, his eyes rolling closed as an ache of pleasure shot up his spine.

“What’s that one rule, Ace?”

She stroked up his cock, and he opened his eyes, ready to break every goddamn rule he had ever made.

But then his eye caught movement out the window. Three SUVs parked outside the apartment building, men jumping out and making their way across the street.

“Fuck. Goddammit.”

Pulling her hand out of his pants, grabbing her by the shoulder, and hauling her ass away from the window all happened within three seconds flat.

Scarlet jerked her hand free from his grip. “What the hell?”

“They’re here.”

Scarlet looked from the window back to Hunter. “Who?”

“The SUV fuckers.” Hunter grabbed her pants and boots from the floor and tossed them to her. “Get dressed, we need to go.”

“I thought you said there was no way he could trace us here?”

“Guess I was wrong.”

When Hunter turned to look at her he saw the way she stared at him with suspicion burning through her glare.

“Scarlet, get dressed. We need to get the fuck out of here.”

She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “You led them here, didn’t you?”

“What?” He continued to rush around the room looking for his keys, his mind in overdrive as he tried to figure out how he was going to get their asses out of this mess. Scarlet just stood there, staring at him.

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