Chapter Eleven
Menace
Hill opens the door,looking as good as he always does. His brown hair is a wavy mess over his head, slightly damp from a shower, I’d guess. He’s wearing a loose white shirt that does nothing to hide the pink of his nipples and shorts that show a lot of his muscular thighs.
God, this man is a fucking vision.
“Hey,” he says nervously, stepping aside so I can enter. “Did anyone see you?”
Grinning, I say, “What, you ashamed of me?”
He gives me a deadpan look, then locks the door and takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway. “No, I’m sure you don’t want paparazzi waiting for you at the door.”
“Aren’t you paparazzi?”
“Hardly,” he says, and I can hear his eye roll in his tone. “I’m an investigative journalist. I don’t hound people for interviews. I ask. If they say no, I find another way.”
We step into Hill’s room, decorated in blacks and blues with a king-size bed that looks comfortable as fuck. I walk over and sit down, looking at Hill across the room, leaning against his door.
“Denton Graff,” he says, and my smile grows wider.
“Denton Graff.”
“What did he do?”
“Killed two of his wives. What did you think of my masterpiece?”
Hill bites his bottom lip, making his way over to me slowly. When he’s standing in front of me, I spread my legs and rest my hands on the backs of his thighs.
“I got hard at work when I saw the crime scene photos.” His eyes widen, then he rushes to say, “Not because of the body, but because you did it. It’s so fucking hot knowing that you were the one to end him and how you did it...”
“Yeah?”
“It was…” he looks down at me, eyes blazing with something that makes my blood stir. “…beautiful. A work of art. What did you use?”
“A bat. First time I’ve used one.”
Hill straddles me, rubbing his hard dick against my belly. “What do you usually use?”
I grab his ass and pull him as close as I can, until I can feel his breath fan across my face. “A knife if I can, a gun if I can’t get up close and personal. You?”
“I like the closeness,” he says, grinding on my cock. “I like to feel their blood on my hands. To feel their heart stop beating. I…I love…”
Snaking my hand through his hair, I pull him down and fuse my mouth with his. Hill moans, wrapping his arms around me to hold me closer.
Getting a good grip on his ass, I roll us over until he’s under me. Our cocks rub together as I kiss him, hiking up his leg to wrap around my back.
“Menace,” he murmurs as I lick down his neck to nip at him. “Fuck, how are you so perfect?”
I grin against his flesh as I move lower down his body. “I could ask you the same. Never thought I’d find someone that was into the same…extracurricular activities as me.”
“You found me. And you’re…like me. I can’t…I’m just…you’re famous.”
“I know. Been famous for most of my life.” I smile when Hill scoffs. “But that doesn’t stop me from doing what needs to be done.”
“I like that. A man after my own heart.”
We don’t talk much more after that, sucking and licking our fill of each other. I strip Hill out of his clothes, looking down at his beautiful body as he’s sprawled under me.
