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Be honest. Tell him you were snooping and why. Tell him that you think the Vigilante might be someone you know.
No. Don’t tell him. He’s already panicked enough about Franco. Don’t freak him out even more by telling him someone in your life might be a serial killer.
“I was looking for you.” I smiled.
CHAPTER45
Luna
Hunter was sprawled out on the couch, his shirtless torso illuminated by the fire’s crackling glow as he typed away on his phone.
This was our last night before Hunter and I returned to work after taking off a few days together. Over the past week, I’d managed to get a lot of work done off-site. Between video calls and Hunter retrieving some case files from my office, my home confinement here proved to be less of a problem than I thought. And it was nice, not only living in a bubble with Hunter, but also seeing Hunter’s brother Grayson and his uncle Alexander again, who’d stopped by for dinner one night.
That bubble was bursting though, because tomorrow, I needed to be in court. After that, I had a meeting with Mayor Kepler about my email—something I tried not to think about, since it gave me anxiety.
As I entered the room, my heart raced when his gaze traveled up my body, lingering on the curves that failed to hide beneath my tight spaghetti-strap tank top and skimpy boy shorts. His eyes burned into mine as I sat down next to him and grabbed the book I’d been reading off the side table.
I ran my finger across the spine, pretending to focus on it rather than the magnetic pull between us.
“If you want to read that book in peace, you need to change, Little Leopard,” he growled.
I couldn’t suppress my smirk, flattered that something as simple as a choice of clothing had the power to dominate him.
“This outfit is comfortable,” I said.
Hunter’s gaze was heavy and smoldering, like a bed of coal ready to burst into flames. The atmosphere in the room crackled with electricity as the flames ate another log in the fireplace.
And oh, how I was glad he’d sent his staff home for the day, leaving us all alone. Because right now, all I wanted was to be engulfed by him. Hunter had the power to make me forget all the problems lurking beyond his front door.
“Last warning. Change your outfit, or you won’t read any pages tonight.”
He pushed his hand against a growing bulge in his pants.
I looked at him, deadpan. And opened the book with a smirk.
That was all he needed.
With a throaty growl, Hunter threw his phone to the ground and grabbed my neck, pulling my mouth to his. Sliding his tongue along my upper lip, demanding I open up for him.
His kiss seared through me like a wildfire, setting off sparks from every nerve ending in my body that begged for more.
I gladly obliged, groaning when he slipped his tongue past my swollen lips. This man kissed like a king, like he’d studied it as a doctorate program. Heat blazed down my throat, shocking me between my thighs.
As Hunter continued kissing me, I reached over and rubbed the bulge in his pants, savoring the growl that escaped him. He shoved his hand through my hair and twisted until bites of pain prickled my scalp as I rubbed him up and down.
It felt empowering, knowing I had such an influence over such a strong, commanding man—his moans of helpless surrender captivating and thrilling.
“Get on your knees for me.”
My heart pounded wildly in response to his command, my legs quivering with anticipation at the thought of him towering over me as I knelt before him.
I complied, Hunter standing from the couch and taking a position perpendicular to the fireplace as I snaked my fingers around his waistband.
I stared directly into his eyes as I began to tug his pants down, watching his pupils dilate as his erection was freed from the confines of the fabric.
Tossing his pants to the side, his impressive tool made my core pulse at the thought of it stretching inside of me.
Our eyes locked when I grasped it in one hand, exploring it tentatively with the other—savoring the way Hunter’s breath hitched as I did so. He reached down to stroke my cheek before running his fingers through my hair and gathering it into his fist.
