“Razor,” I moan, my head bowing back and my eyes rolling closed.
His teeth sink into the spot he laid affection on, sensually sucking the thin skin over his tongue with an airy groan jetting down my neck.
It rips me further open, giving him all my guts on a silver platter so that he can stuff me full with whatever he wants.
I sink. The anesthesia of a Razor-induced orgasm floods my mouth with saliva I have to slurp back, lifting my weightless head as much as I can with him working his claimed spot in a suction.
Blood is pounding against the area, though the blooming sensation of being territory is spinning a frenzy of serotonin throughout my body. It’s so pervasive, I catch myself grinning lazily, one of my numb hands moving between us to feel up the beat drumming his solid, damp chest.
Languidly letting my skin go, he presses his lips to the wet mark, tenderly caressing down my throat and up my thigh. “It’s a shame he won’t see this one. It’s perfect.”
My heart drops and I blanch, stopping my feel up his chest to look at him. “What?”
His nostrils flare, a sneaky, vindictive smile cracking through the smeared makeup on his mouth. “Sleep good,Bunny. You never know what you might wake up to.”
Paralyzed, I blurrily track him backing out of my room, the motion of him snapping over to collect his helmet warping my pupils with dread.
He knows. He saw him. And it’s not, like, I did anything wrong, or we went through a list of rules after he made me come on his tongue. I was just kind to the man. But he’s about to be a dead one.
I don’t move until the hole in my door lets in the screech of Razor leaving out the front. Then, I lunge to my feet with heart palpitations and shove my hand back into my pocket.
But the card is gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RAZOR
It’s silent. Everything’stoosilent. All I can make out is the blood whooshing behind my ears and the shaky breaths heaving my chest, stalking past Admission with tunnel vision on the gift shop.
This place is crawling with douchebags and pigs every day that we’re open. And out of all the mother fucking days they’ve had to piss me right the fuck off, some badge wants to get alone time with the girl I finally.Finally. Just. Fucking. Tasted.
I have spent years watching her, month after month pining for her attention, fast and slow weeks longing for an accidental touch, and days on top of goddamn days conjuring up fantasies that involved her just being mine.
I’ll let you build those frames and paint the pictures yourself.
God. Fuck. She just used my hard-on to get off. She looked incredible and sounded like an angel. Yet I’m drowning in boiling vexation and beelining for the staircase tucked around in the back corner of all the damn gumdrops and lollipops.
It smells like BO and chemicals in here.
My upper lip curls, taking the staircase two steps at time until I’m twisting the brass knob and shoving open the door to Carl’s office.
The acrid punch suffocating the furniture has me quickly shutting the door behind me and locking it, my focus narrowing on the neglected computer basking in the cool glow illuminating the room.
Probably should’ve unplugged that light.
Forgot to after I took the fish out and refilled it.
Passing the tank on my right, I loosely gesture to the desk. “You mind?”
I wish I could spare a cocky fucking smirk, boast my satisfaction with the display of retributive karma, but the card I’m ripping from my pocket tightens my face and gets things in motion to get this computer on.
I saw Fuckface McGee leave Bunny’s tent. I didn’t have time to track where he was slipping off to because my sweet little bunny came toppling out right after him with something interesting in her hand.
She was in a hurry. Why?
Why would she lie? Why would she keep it? Did she fucking ask for his number? What would she want with a detective? Did she smile at him? What all did she say?
My fist locks around the card, hammering down on the desk next to the keyboard with the spike of rage rupturing through my arms. The murderous rattle shakes his old monitor, disrupting the stupid fucking bobble head he has of himself and echoing a bouncing thunder from wall to wall.
