Page 133 of Watching Her

I pummeled one fist then the other into Carrington’s face and kidney, enjoying the crack as his nose was broken.

At first, he tried to fight me, even lobbing off another lame air punch that amused the hell out of me. I was at the end of my rope, tired of playing games so I tossed him across the room. Thankfully, at least for him, he slid down the wall and stayed there.

“That’s entirely enough,” Penelope said. “Leave some for the police. Remember your promise.” At the end, her tone shifted, becoming a singsong reminder.

I took a deep breath and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm before swinging around to face her. “Yes, dear. By the way, I believe he grabbed your knife. You should be more careful where you keep your weapons.”

“So he did and perhaps you’re right. You’ll need to teach me tricks of the trade.” She moved beside me, folding her arms and staring at the kitchen utensil. “You’re an asshole, Carrington. A real asshole.”

“He’s a con man,” I tossed out.

“You would know,” she offered in passing and tilted her head, inching closer. “I heard what you did.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

I guess we were in the habit of surprising the other because when she rose onto her tiptoes, leaning forward and placing her hands on my chest, my cock swelled to full arousal mode.

Bad timing, but that’s what happened around her.

She kissed me on the cheek first, starting to pull away then sighing. I was so hungry for her I almost tossed her onto the bed, but maintained some sense of control. However, when she rolled her soft lips across the two-day stubble to mine, I was close to ignoring all thoughts of decency.

The kiss was sweet, yet we were both fully aroused. But we had a damn visitor.

As she swept her tongue inside my mouth, I fisted her hair, ignoring Carrington’s moans for at least a few minutes. This was everything I wanted and needed.

When she pulled away, she rolled her thumb across my cheek. “You have a spot of blood on you. Well, more than one.”

“I do, huh?”

“I got the one on your handsome face. How did you know he was here?”

I was the one taking a deep breath, for once allowing my sheepish side to show. “Would you believe me if I told you I looked at the camera?”

“Wait. I already smashed one earlier today.” We both turned our heads toward Carrington. “You really are a son of a bitch. You stalker. You planted a camera of your own.”

Carrington grunted in reply.

“I know. I promise I won’t do it again. I hope you can forgive me.”

Once again, she folded her arms. “You’re going to need to try harder than that.”

I moved closer, fisting her hair. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Every. Single. Day.”

“Mmm… Yes, you will and I won’t allow you to forget that either.”

With a kiss on her forehead, I drank in her lingering perfume. I could become aroused by her anywhere. “Understood.”

She squeezed my arm. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But you need to remember your promise.” When I didn’t respond right away, she arched her eyebrows. “You did promise me.”

“Yes, my darling, I did. I will honor it.” I pulled zip ties from my pocket. “How about this. I’ll tie him up then you can decide what you want to do with him. Fair enough?”

Penelope glanced in his direction again, grinning as evilly as I likely had done a few times. “Fair enough. Oh, and by the way. After you’re done, I’d like to spend a little quality time together.”

“Mmmm… I thought you’d never ask.”