Page 22 of Gambling with Time

“Now, let's have a little talk. If there is one rule, it’s no hunting. You can not come into my club and hunt the supes I’ve vowed are safe here.”

“What about the humans?” She glared at me.

“The humans are also safe. No feeding in the club.”

“So two rules.” She crossed her arms over her perfect tits.

I smoothed my beard down and glanced away. “It is the same thing. No hunting.”

“What about after they leave?” She tilted her head to the side, seeing if I was willing to bend.

“They are safe within these walls, which includes looking for a target to follow when they leave. If a human is here, it is because they are already a part of this world. They are here by choice. They know the risks of leaving with the supernaturals.”

She bit her lip as she looked up at me because, although she was tall, I was still taller. “Okay, boss man, what’s your name?”

Was she flirting? It was like a switch was flipped. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Lex.” I drew out my name into more than one syllable.

“Lex,” she said tasting my name and sending awareness to my dick. “If you won’t let me hunt, maybe you’ll let me fuck you.” She twirled a strand of hair over her fingers as her eyes dropped down to my feet and slowly worked their way back up to my face.

Heat infused every part of me as I felt her eyes track over my body. Even my dick started to grow.

“Fuck you?” I had never met a girl who was so forward with what she wanted.

She wet her lips before dragging her lower lip between her teeth. “A girl has needs.”

My eyes flicked to the one-way glass as I was tempted to take her up on the offer. She followed my gaze. Her eyes roved over the surging crowd on the other side of the window.

“From behind and hard.” She moved to the glass, her fingers making quick work of her leather pants. She started to push them over her hips before I moved a muscle. My dick twitched in my pants, and I knew what choice I was going to make. I never said I was a good guy.

Her leather pants pooled at her feet, the weapons strapped to them clanging on the ground around her. She slipped a foot from her pants and spread her legs, barring her sex to my hungry gaze. Then she pressed her hands to the glass and arched her back slightly.

“I’m waiting,” she said with a grin.

My fingers deftly worked my jeans as I crossed the small distance. I ran my hands over the swell of her ass before dipping them into the warmth between her legs. She let out a low sexy sound that I knew I’d be addicted to by time we were done.

“No strings, Lex.”

I gasped, as the memory assaulted me. My eyes slowly lifted to Samantha's. I remembered her. That had only been the beginning. Even with her telling me after each time it was the last time. We both knew she’d be back. The sex was great. Hiding my feelings was not so great. Because she made it clear from the start, it was about the physical, not the emotional.

She smiled tentatively as tears welled in my eyes. “Did it work?”

I swallowed hard, overcome with our entire relationship washing over me of my life since her almost drowning me. “You were so bold when I met you.”

The smile spread, her eyes lighting up, and she pressed her palm to my cheek as she closed the distance between us. “And I’m not now?”

“Oh no, you only got bolder. Almost drove me crazy with need, taunting me with the idea of you with other men. Not because you wanted others, but because I knew it was only a matter of time before someone snagged you up and had you settle down. And I wanted it to be me.”

“It is you.” She pressed a kiss to my lips. “It is all of you. You are my everything.”

CHAPTER 13

Samantha

I blinked open my eyes, a mixture of hope and doubt swirling within me, afraid that it might all be a clever trick of the charm—that he couldn’t truly remember. Tears streamed down my face as I relived his memories, leaving my cheeks damp and my emotions raw. It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of feelings that engulfed us both, and in that rush, I remembered it all, just as vividly as he did.

How had I never noticed I returned to him over and over again? Pretending like it didn’t mean more than it was. I had been so blinded by my need to keep my distance from everyone. But he became my safety, my comfort when I didn’t even realize I needed him.

He opened his eyes as slowly as I had, and I saw the truth in his depths. I didn’t wait for him to speak, instead, I launched myself over the small table that separated us and into his arms. He wrapped me in his calm warmth, and I clung to him as if he was a life preserver in a sea of uncertainty.

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