Page 33 of The Truths We Seek

Almost as if on cue, the lights lower, the music volume increases, and people start flooding into the club. Following Shae to the bar, Emma pours us a round of tequila shots, which we make easy work of before heading out to the dance floor.

The tequila warms my insides and helps me loosen up as Shae and I start to dance. My hips sway to the beat of the music and I let myself get lost in it. Tonio and Bruno stay by the bar, a watchful eye on us, but it’s like they all fade away. She keeps the shots coming and the music is just as intoxicating as the liquor in my system.

Hours pass as I let myself just live, enjoying the time with my friend and just… being. Shae makes out with a dozen different beautiful women who dance with her throughout the night and I find myself glancing up at the windows to the office above. Knowing that Hunter is up there, likely watching, even though no one can see him.

I wonder if the others are up there too.

Tapping Shae’s shoulder, I point to the office and she winks. “Go have fun!”

I return her grin, feeling bold, and make my way to the stairs. Slinking up to the office, heat pools between my legs. Could be the tequila, could be the dancing, or it could just be the way Hunter held me earlier.

The only thing I can’t decide on is if I want him to be alone in there or not.

You’ll find out soon enough.

Strutting down the hall to their office like I own the place, I lift my hand and knock once before opening the door, finding Hunter leaning against the edge of the desk, watching me, like he was expecting me.

“I guess you were watching.” The words are almost a purr as I step into the room and let the door close behind me.

“Oh, Angel, I am always watching.”

His eyes rake over me and my heart races. If I hadn’t already come up here with an agenda, I’d have one now, regardless.

He watches me like he’s a wolf and I’m his prey… but he doesn’t realize that, right now, it’s the other way around. Biting my lip, I run my fingers through my hair, then down my neck to the top of my corset. “Want to do more than watch?”

I step up in front of him and place my hands on his shoulders as he cups my ass and lifts me so my knees rest on the desk as I straddle him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmurs before his lips meet mine. I keep the kiss slow, teasing, as I grind down on him.

His hands squeeze my ass cheeks as his tongue delves deeper. And just like that, I'm already frantic with need.

Burying my hands into his perfectly styled hair, I take sick pleasure in ruffling his public persona and uncovering the man that only exists for me.

He knows what I'm doing, and judging by the way his fingers hook around my fishnets and pull the material apart, I'd say he loves it just as much as I do.

"You're daring the wolf to come out and play, Angel. Careful what you wish for." I don't answer, I just pull him in tighter, his head cradled in my arms as I rub my aching pussy up and down his covered cock—hard and ready—and moan straight into his mouth. "I'll take that as a yes."

In a fraction of a second, I'm no longer straddling him but sitting on his desk as he pushes my skirt up and over my hips and rips into my fishnets like they're a personal threat to his safety.

This is the side of him that I love most. Crazed eyes focused only on me, bared teeth ready to bite into me, and nostrils working overtime as his heart beat tries to catch up with his libido. He's barely in control and I'm loving every second of it.

"Whatcha gonna do now?" I spread my legs as wide as possible, putting my heels on the desk and leaning back on my elbows. I've got a surprise for him and I'm not sure if he's going to spank me for it or fuck his gratitude right into me.

"Oh, Angel. You lied to me." Two fingers push into me without any preamble, his thumb pressed against my clit and his eyes watching me like a hawk.

"Not a lie, an omission." I moan, my mouth speaking while my brain tries not to check out from the pleasure.

"Lying by omission is the same thing when it comes to us. You know this." Three fingers and I'm about to start rutting on his hand like a fucking cat in heat.

"Doesn't count if it's for your pleasure, right?" My head falls back between my shoulders as he lowers his head to my pussy and sucks, without a hint of mercy, on my clit. I can't open my eyes, can't speak, as the suction draws me closer and closer to him.

Just as my first orgasm begins to take flight at the base of my spine, he stops everything and places his palms on either side of my thighs, his lazer sharp gaze fixed on me.

"Any number of those men down there could have seen your cunt while you were dancing. Twirling around without a care in the world. Do you know the danger you're putting those guys in, right now?" My head snaps up so I can fully look at him and there it is… the craze, the jealousy, the possessiveness.

Fuck, it's hot.

"I'm sorry." I say what he expects me to say because, goddamn it, I want to come.

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