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Caleb overhears me and tosses over his shoulder, “You can meet him in my office on Monday. If he’s still alive, that is.”
“You’re not going to kill him, are you?” I blurt out, anxiously.
When Caleb gives me a long look, I mumble out, sufficiently cowed, “Because that’s against the law and stuff.”
He quirks a brow. “As opposed to breaking into a federal database?”
My eyes widen in horror.
His lips twitch. “Relax, Jace told me. You’re very good at what you do, Halley. Come to me once your internship is over.” He leaves with the money.
Jace comes up behind me and loops his arm around my waist. “Now that that’s dealt with, let’
s talk.” He drags me into the bedroom and strips off his shirt.
I immediately cover my eyes. “What are you doing?!” Then I peek at him through my fingers.
He gives me an amused look before opening his wardrobe and pulling out a shirt. “Changing. You’ve already seen me naked…” He pauses.
Suddenly, I don’t trust the gleam in his eye as he looks at me.
“You haven’t, have you?” he asks.
My eyes grow round. “I don’t know what you’re planning but stop it!”
The wicked intent in his eyes is even more pronounced as he tosses the folded shirt onto the bed beside me and stalks over. “So you do get shy. Good to know.”
“I also bite!” I threaten, scrambling backwards onto the bed. I find myself tangled with the bedsheets and fall back on the soft mattress.
Jace is smirking. “We’ll get you out of that habit before I put my cock anywhere near your mouth.” He puts his hands on my ankles and yanks me forward till my butt is close to dangling on the edge of the bed and he’s braced himself on his hands on either side of my waist.
I don’t think I will ever get used to the way his lips curl slowly, and the way he devours me with raw hunger in his eyes. That one look gets me wet like anything. He plants his mouth on my right breast. Despite the fact that there is a bra under my thin shirt, my nipple puckers up from the heat of his mouth and I let out a wanton moan.
He bites the hardened nub through the shirt and the slickness between my thighs makes me rub my legs together, my breathing ragged.
“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, his smile sly as his eyes search mine.
I feel so utterly exposed like this and yet I don’t mind. I like it. I want him to do what he wants with me… the desire to be at his mercy makes me quiver in both need and fear. I rub my legs together again.
He notices the movement. His eyes are on mine as he orders, softly, “Open your legs for me.”
I obey, instinctively.
He presses his mouth on my jaw, all the while murmuring, “Unbutton your jeans.”
The thread of sanity inside of me is protesting this and I bury it under the avalanche of sensation that his mere words are throwing me under. My hands move to my jeans and I pause for a second.
“Did I say you could stop?”
The authority in his voice makes me shiver, and my “No” comes out in a breathy gasp. The button opens with a sound snap, and I swallow, awaiting further instructions.
His breath ghosts over my neck as he licks and bites where he pleases.
Except for soft moans, nothing else escapes my throat.
“Unzip yourself.”
My hand trembles as I grasp the zipper and pull it down. “Now what?” I ask, hoarsely.
