Page 136 of Only the Hunter

Her head tips back.

I slide her panties to the side.

Fuck. So fucking ready.

She cups my erection, rubs the hard ridge.

And I almost lose control.

The doorbell rings.

The sound slices through the room like cold water.

We both freeze.

She exhales a frustrated sound against my shoulder. “Ignore it.”

I close my eyes briefly.

Withdraw my finger.

Smooth her panties back in place.

“I can’t.”

Her mouth opens, confused.

“I had Jake come by,” I admit. “Extra security.”

She pulls back. “Gabe.”

This time, my name carries a warning.

“I know,” I say, before she can finish forming the objection. “I didn’t ask, and I should have. But I have a meeting I can’t reschedule, and after today…” My jaw tightens. “I don’t want you here alone. Can he stay? Just until I’m back.”

The warning in her expression softens, fractionally.

The bell rings again.

“Until you’re back,” she confirms.

“Thank you,” I say, pressing one last kiss to her lips before stepping away.

When I open the door, Jake stands there, hands in his coat pockets, assessing the perimeter.

He looks me up and down.

Probably noticed me smoothing my shirt, maybe saw me wipe my hand on my pants, might even pick up on my obvious erection.

“Timing suck?” he asks dryly.

“You have no idea.”

He steps inside.

Behind me, Evie enters the living room, smoothing her blouse, trying to look unaffected, but her hair is ruffled, giving her away.

Mine probably is too.