Page 117 of Hell to Pay


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“Maybe I should rub off on you instead.” His arms hang in a half moon around me, holding the strips of sheer red fabric.

“You can rub me anywhere you want…”

He starts low, dragging the satiny material up the sides of my thighs. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. As long as it gets me into this outfit in the next five minutes.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He sorts out the ups and downs of the skirt, slipping it around my waist, looping the sash to hold it in place.

“I’m not the one limiting what you can take,” I mutter, almost imperceptibly.

Two long bands of red cup my breasts, where he takes his time, letting them rest in his palms, easing up and over them, drawing the ends together behind my neck. As he ties them off, I feel his stubble against my neck, his lips grazing my skin into goosebumps.

“I’m having trouble remembering why I shouldn't, why we shouldn’t.”

“Your rules don’t seem very important now, do they?” I’m relentless, ruthlessly teasing him with my ass brushing against his crotch.

“What rules?”

His hands spin me, one forearm slipping around my waist, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Right into a gentle, sensually slow kiss. He takes his time, tasting my lips, his tongue grazing behind my teeth, pulling back, drawing mine into his mouth.

Just like us, the kiss is coy, filled with unspoken desires.

Yet it’s grounded. Like an earthquake is grounded. Deep. Life-altering. It lights a fire deep in my belly.

And it’s over way too soon, the doorbell ringing abrasively.

Gavin cocks his head to the side as he sets me down, licking his upper lip. “Mmm. To be continued?”

“That’s up to you.”

“Damon would kill me.”

“I think you’re looking at it all wrong.”

“Oh?” He helps me into my long black coat, the only thing concealing my very exposed skin.

“I never knew my dad. But I think he would want you to protect me. That includes my heart.” I blurt out the last part, opening the door before he can register the meaning.

“Hellena, you look astonishing.”

“I’m wearing a coat.”

“Wearing it well.” Evan smiles, full and genuine. So. Weird.

Until I realize who’s standing behind me, who his eyes glance to conspiratorially.

“She’s not the only one. Where do you get those suits?” Gavin flat out scopes Evan from foot to head.

“Why, you want to get into one?” Evan croons.

“Maybe. If you’re in it.” Gavin grins like a wolf.

I’m fucking blushing. I can’t tell if they’re joking or this is some sort of competition to see who will back down first.

“Well. I don’t think we have time to try on each other’s—” I start.

“True. We’ll have to?—”

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