Page 29 of Hunt You Down

“I don’t have a suit,” I murmured when he took the cover off the hot tub. I swayed, already dizzy from the booze.

“Who said anything about a suit?”

André sat the bottle and glasses down next to the hot tub, then stripped—completely. I could only stare, amazed. God, the man had a body I would kill for. With a knowing grin, he stepped forward and reached for the hem of my shirt. I let him, moving pliantly while he undressed me.

When he reached for my underwear, however, I shot a hand down to stop him. “What if someone sees us?”

“Baby…” he cooed, leaning in close. “We’re on the thirty-fifth floor. If they want to watch, let ‘em.”

Blushing, I let him slide my boxer briefs down my legs and kicked them away when they hit the floor.

With a yelp, I found myself being swept up into his arms and placed on the table. “Lie back for me, gorgeous.” I did, squirming beneath André’s watchful gaze.

“Don’t move,” he growled, twisting the top off the bottle. I gasped, cold liquor filling my belly button and pooling in the dip in my stomach. André knelt next to me, licking a hot path up to his next shot. He slurped, sucking down every drop of the bourbon. I couldn’t help but moan, crying out when he licked into my belly button to collect every drop. I couldn’t even hide my cock hardening against him.

“Can I have another?” I asked, hoping it would banish the lingering anxiety that the first shot didn’t

André smirked and grabbed the bottle. “Open up.”

I sat up, tipping my head back and opening my mouth. André poured more straight into my mouth, guiding me to close once he was done. I swallowed, grimacing, and the booze warmed me from the inside out. I let out a breath, and André helped me into the hot water. He settled next to me, bringing the bottle with him.

We stayed there, sipping from the bottle and trading lazy kisses in the hot tub until the sun sank. After another drink, André turned his head to connect our mouths. His hot, wet licked across my lips, and I happily opened up to him. Our tongues met, and I groaned into the kiss.

He'd been teasing the shit out of me all night. I’d never been so hard in my life, but André refused to take things further after I’d passed a certain level of drunk. My brain did appreciate it. My dick, however, hadn’t gotten the memo. By the time we were both shivering, we still had half the bottle left.

Drying off, we moved inside where I poured more shots. Funny how with each one, the liquor seemed to go down smoother and smoother.

I grabbed the bottle, sitting with my back against the cool glass door. André was being quiet—which was unusual. He hadn’t stopped talking since the moment we met. He laid across the steps, picking at a spot on the floor.

“What’s going on?” I slurred.

André looked up at me and smiled. “Not much gets past you, does it?”

He held his hand out for the bottle, and I happily handed it over. “It might if you weren’t the most talkative person I’d ever met. You put Dylan to shame. What’s on your mind?”

André handed the bottle back. The shots were going down like water at this point. “Honest answer?” he questioned.

“Honest answer.”

“I’m… I’m a little bit scared.”

“What of?”

“I don’t know, but I know this is getting serious. And I’ve never done serious before.”

“Technically, I’ve never done it either,” I confessed. “But like you told me: We can figure it out together.”

André poured himself another shot. “I’m worried I did something stupid.”

“What’s that?”

He poured my glass and slid it over to me. He waited until I had the shot in my mouth before saying, “I told one of my coworkers about you—probably the one I shouldn’t have.”

I sputtered, but recovered. “The Incompetent Mitchell?”

Laughing, André nodded. “He’s uh… he’s something.” A deep breath, and he ran a hand through his curls. “He asked what had me all twisted up and I just… blurted it out.”

I bit my lip, trying and failing to hide a smile. “You’re that happy to have me around?”