The Dare Collection: August 2018. Avril Tremayne
he’s given up?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but assholes like that don’t go away easily. I’m close to catching him. Trust me. Okay?”
Small, soft hands framed my face. “Okay.”
My hands coasted higher, brushed the underside of her breasts. Her breathing altered. “Let’s go home.”
She nodded.
We threw the uneaten breakfast in the trash. I winced as I folded myself back into the car. “This is the second thing I’m punishing you for when we get back.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s the first thing?”
“Driving me insane with those fucking shorts,” I griped, reaching down to adjust my hard-on. “That was the intention, wasn’t it?”
Pink flared in her cheeks. “Maybe.”
“Well, you are definitely getting your ass spanked for it.”
Hot anticipation washed away the last of the sadness and pain in her eyes.
When she pulled up at a stop sign, I dragged my gaze from her slim thighs to her face, then her hair. “Has your hair always been this color?”
She shook her head. “It used to be dark blond.” She grabbed a lock at her right temple. “This part started turning whiter when I was twelve. It was cool at first. Then I got tired of it. So I went white all over.”
“I like it. A lot.”
Her gaze latched on to mine. We stared at one another, pure electricity zinging between us. The driver behind us honked impatiently. She jumped, then laughed. Her laughter triggered mine, easing the tension of the past hour. The lightness stayed as we drove through the gates. As I threw her over my shoulder and rushed through the front door into the living room.
Maybe this...unburdening thing wasn’t catastrophic after all.
Maybe breaking my rule for her wasn’t the end of the world.
Maybe—
We froze as the TV flicked to life of its own accord. Except that was impossible. Not without electronic intervention.
That intervention arrived in the form of neon green bits of code raining down the screen, then a masked face framed by a black hoodie. I pushed Lily behind me as if it would protect her from the loud, distorted voice that filled the room.
“Hello, Lily Gracen. First of all, congratulations. You’re very close to achieving perfection with your code. Don’t be frightened. I represent interested parties wishing to form a partnership. Apologies if I’ve made you a little...uncomfortable lately. But I urge you not to give the code to SDM or I’ll have no choice but to stay in your life a while longer. Think about it. I’ll be in touch. Oh, and tell that fixer to go home to LA. He won’t be of much use to you.”
The strangled sound Lily made cut to the heart of me. I took a step toward the TV just as it went blank.
A loud pop shot through the house, then an eerie silence echoed in its wake.
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