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When we get back to Escape an hour or so later, Will stops dead in the lobby, his eyes fixed on the door to the bar. I follow his gaze and smile. “Like the proverbial honeypot.” I kiss his jaw lightly. “I’m going to shower and change. See you in a bit.” I glance back at the bar full of honeytraps before I head for the stairs and the shower, as Will stalks towards his staff in stiff strides.
I’m in and out of the shower in record time. I wrap a towel around myself and wring my hair out as someone knocks on the front door. I pad across the thick carpet and press down the handle. “Hey!” I beam as I pull it wide.
“Hey, partner.” Bells is all glammed up and ready to party.
“You look amazing!” Bells winks at my compliment, as though she knows she does.
“I’m hoping you have some lip balm?” I gesture to the bedroom and follow Bells in that direction. “Err...try the top drawer over there.” I jerk my chin towards a tallboy and turn to find some clean clothes.
I hear the drawer open as I throw a pair of jeans on the bed and begin rummaging through the wardrobe for a top.
“No!” Bells calls out suddenly, making me jump.
“What?”
“You’re not wearing bloody jeans!”
“Bells...” She shakes her head firmly, her mouth set in a stubborn line.
“I have that dress in my room if...” That dress. The dress she went out and sourced for me when I was going to tell Will I’d filed for a divorce, but found out he was a honeytrap before I could wear it. Bells is watching my eyes, caution clear in her own.
“Okay.” I shrug. Her brow wrinkles.
“That was easy. What the hell is going on?” I chuckle and flutter my fingers. Bells gasps so hard I’m concerned, and then she rushes at me, grabbing my hand in both of hers. “Oh my God! Eva! Congratulations!” she squeals. “Come with me.” And she pulls me out of the room, giggling too much to care about the lack of clothes. It’s a big towel anyway, and only one room down the hall.
Bells opens the door to her suite and ushers me in. Gary is sitting on the bed, tying his shoelaces. He glances up at me. “Hey, sweets.”
“Hey.” He stands and holds out an arm for a hug. I walk into his side and squeeze him back as we both watch Bells dive for the wardrobe.
“She brought the dress,” Gary says dryly.
“So I hear.”
“Your hair’s all bloody wet!” Gary’s face screws up as he steps away from me and looks at the translucent speckles and splodges on his shirt.
“Ya think?” I gesture to the towel I’m wearing, shake my head in a ‘how daft can you be?’ way, and roll my eyes.
“Here it is!” Bells smiles widely as she holds up a grey dress bag. “I can’t wait to see it on.”
“Thanks.” I take it from her with one hand, keeping hold of my loosening towel with the other. “Should I be worried?” I frown at the garment cover in my grasp.
“You’re going to look sensational, Eva.” My eyebrows migrate up my face.
“That’s a yes, then?” Gary coughs over a laugh and Bells turns slowly towards him, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Time to leave.
“I’ll...go...get dressed. See you in a bit.”
The door to my suite doesn’t get the chance to close before I’m opening it again, and Gary rushes in. “You said yes?”
“I said yes.” I smile. He watches my face for a few seconds, then takes a big bound forward and snags me in a bear hug, as Will enters.
“Hi.” I giggle from my squashed-up position against Gary’s chest. Will’s face is stony as Gary releases me.
“Congrats, man.” Gary smiles and holds out an open palm to Will. Will’s jaw twitches before he reaches out to shake Gary’s hand.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll let you get ready, Eva. See you down there.” Gary is smiling widely as he leaves. Will is definitely not.
“You need a shower?” I ask after a few seconds, just to break the tension.
“Come in with me,” he murmurs, low and smooth.
“I already had one.”
“Eva...” His fist closes tight around a handful of hair. “I just walked into our suite to see my fiancée half-naked in another man’s arms.” He swallows hard, his lips parting. “I need you now.”
I could argue the point, but I know he has trust issues. And self-worth issues... And a whole lot of other issues. And I’m absolutely sure the twelve male honeytraps downstairs aren’t helping with any of that, so I don’t. I smile in a way I hope is seductive and say, “It’d be a waste of water unless you make me dirty again first.”
I loosen the knot in my towel and let it fall. Will’s eyes stay on mine, getting hotter by the second. I turn away from him and sashay towards the bedroom.
I can feel that he’s close behind me. He stops me beside the bed and sweeps my damp hair aside, the tip of his tongue lapping up the water droplets.
“You want me, baby?”
“Right now,” I breathe. I feel the movement as Will pulls his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head, and I push down his jeans and boxers in one go. He steps out of them and moves in close again, one hand splayed over my stomach, the other creeping around my inner thigh. “Will...” I plead.
“I know, baby. You’re aching. I can feel it.” A little groan rumbles in his throat as his fingers find their target and engage. I reach back, and my fingers thread through his hair. He turns me around fast and pushes me back onto the bed.
“Mmm. These look delicious.” He drops his head to my breast, his hands supporting his weight as he sucks my nipple between his lips. “Yeah. Delicious,” he mumbles with his mouth full.
“Ahh! Will!” I call out, as pleasure sparks along every nerve.
Will follows me down on the mattress, his mouth glued to mine as he lies beside me, and his hand trails lazily over my ribs. Across my stomach and belly, to my hip and lower, then between my legs.
His fingers circle over my clit and I’m on fire. My body is already begging for release. A release I know he can deliver. “Oh... Eva.”
“I need you now.”
“Baby...” He shakes his head.
“What?” I pant.
“I...I need you to come first. I won’t last. I’m wound so tight.” His fingers keep moving. Sparking. Igniting. And I close my eyes, feeling the pressure build. “Please, Will. I want you inside me.”
“As soon as you come, baby.” His voice is strained. I can hear he’s talking through his teeth. He’s that close? It makes me smile. He slips two fingers inside me while his thumb takes over on my clit. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?”
“Hmm. The same thing you do to me!” My voice is rising in volume to a near screech as he continues pumping his fingers and circling his thumb. “Oh! God...no! Will!” As the first stirrings of ecstasy take hold, he shifts over my body and fills me. I groan as he moves, in exactly the right way, not losing a second of orgasmic momentum as I build and build, and fall and fall.
“Eva!” he cries out, and his body shudders as his hips pump hard and slow. “Christ,” he pants. “My balls were screaming.”
“Really? What were they saying?” I laugh.
“They were saying they need you. All night long.”
“Hmm.” I smile as my breathing returns to normal. “I’ll check my diary.”
“You’re a cheeky mare. And I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Are you ready for more?” Will asks, his voice low and smooth as he moves down my body, dropping kisses in his wake. He pauses at my chest, paying homage to the flesh mounds. “I love your body, baby.”
He kisses the tip of my nipple and circles his tongue around it. “Your breasts are incredible.” He moves over to the other side. “And so sensitive.” He continues licking and sucking, blowing maddening streams of cold air across them. Pinching, pulling and twisting until I fall apart beneath him, my body shattering all over again, my breath hot and hard.
“And that’s just your breasts.” I can hear the smile in his voice as I pant. He moves lower, leaving sweet kisses over my belly and heading for my sex.
“Oh! Will!”
“Shh, now.” He nudges his way closer to my body and throws my calves over his shoulders, my feet on his back. “Now this.” He flicks my clit and I jolt. “This is all kinds of fun. I bet I could make you come twenty times before I even get inside you again.”
“Oh...God...!” I groan. Twenty!
“Let’s try it.” He dips down lower, licks a flat tongue right up my centre and circles around my entrance. Again and again, until I’m writhing. And begging. I don’t know how he’s doing that, but my body is pleading for release already. He flicks his tongue backwards and forwards over me, not touching my clit at all but building me up just the same. I grab on to his hair, my back arches and I push down towards his tongue, wanting more. “That’s it, baby. Come on.” My breathing is short and sharp as I catch the tail of the tiger about to pounce and hold on tight. He keeps up the pressure, the momentum, and I’m flying away again before I can stop it, calling out something even I don’t understand.
“Now, don’t think I’ve forgotten about this.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, in long, hard pulls.
“Will!” I yell, and he nips it lightly with his teeth.
“Yes, baby?” he mumbles before driving me right out of my mind with laser-focused clit-tongue attention.
My body is still shaking when Will slides inside me. His every movement causes shock waves to ripple from my toes to my head. My G-spot is aflame, each stroke stoking it hotter. Higher. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” I can hear his satisfied grin as I rake the skin on his arms, trying to get closer. Harder.
My hands fall to his bum, pressing against him, willing him deeper. “You want more, baby?”
“Yes!” I gasp.
“Harder? Deeper?” I nod frantically, so glad he can read my bloody mind. Until he pulls out of me. I suck in a devastated breath, and he flips me over, his hands supporting my hips, and presses back inside me. “Oh! God! Yes.”
“That good, baby?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God...Will!” I push back against him as he advances, and he moves his hand to my sex, his fingers toying with my clit. I love this feeling. So full. So...right. So fucking hot!
Will growls when I start to come but keeps his rhythm steady, pushing me right through it and into another and another. “Oh! Fuck! Eva!” he yells. “You need to stop coming or I’m going to.”
“I can’t!” I yell back. “I...ahhh!” Will groans, folding forward over me. I feel his warmth release inside me as I continue to orgasm around him. I think he flipped some kind of ‘orgasm on’ switch.
“I can still feel you coming.” Will laughs, his hips slowly grinding against me.
“Stop! Stop. Please.”
“Oh, God, no. I want to see how long this lasts.” He pulls out of me but replaces his cock with his fingers. “I can feel it, Eva. I can feel how much you want this.”
“Will,” I whimper as he bends his fingers in that come-hither motion. My arms start to shake as my thighs tense again. “Oh!”
“That’s it, baby.” He strokes every ounce of pleasure out of me until I’m a screaming, panting mess. Then he does it again.
“Stop! Please! I can’t...!”
“Yes. You can.” And he proves it too, until I think I might pass out and happily give in to the call.
––––––––
When I wake, I can hear the shower but I don’t have the energy to join my fiancé. So I roll over. The sheets against my hypersensitive skin make me jolt. That really was too much.
I hope he does it again tonight.
***
The clock strikes eight as I make my way downstairs, gliding my hand along the oak banister as I descend, the slinky fabric of the long black dress falling open at the thigh-high split as I move. The heels on the shoes I borrowed from Bells were the lowest she had but still make me slightly dizzy, as if I’m wearing stilts.
I feel the movement of my own hair against the bare skin on the back of my neck, and pull the loose curls over my shoulder. My skin is still overly sensitive after...earlier. The plunging-V neckline means that I can now feel the tickle of my hair against my breasts. Not ideal. “You look breathtakingly beautiful.”
I glance up and Will is there. At the bottom of the stairs, in a dark suit and cream shirt. He looks bloody edible. He holds a hand out, and I place mine in his with a shy smile. He brings it to his lips, his gaze glued to mine, and brushes his mouth lightly across my knuckles.
“Thank you.” He circles my waist and leads me into the crowd. I can’t take my eyes off him. The stubble lightly covering his strong jaw. The way his deep blue eyes light up when he smiles. And man, that smile! It could make a girl forget her own name. His hair is a lightly tousled mass of milk chocolate curls, and my fingers are itching to sift through it. Or hold onto it. My arm tightens around his waist, and he looks down at me as my hand slips under his jacket, inching closer to the perfection beneath.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Will’s eyebrows pull together and arch when he realises what I mean. He stops dead, and I push up on tiptoes and kiss his lips lightly before I turn and head straight for the hive. I make my way to the bar, the bodies parting like the Red Sea. I fix my gaze on a spot on the polished wood. I can feel the eyes on me as I walk. It makes me want to scratch. Physically rake my skin off.
“Drink, Eva?” The temporary barman smiles. All of the regular staff are here to party.
“Yes. Vodka and coke, please.” I’m half tempted to ask for a double.
“Two,” Will says from behind me, the fluid satin of his voice flooding my senses moments before his sweet breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks quietly.
“What could go wrong?” I feel Will’s sharp inhale and turn to face him.
“Will. I...I can’t pretend to be okay with the whole honeytrap thing. But I also can’t stop loving you. I tried. It got me nowhere fast. So, let’s just...do it.”
“Do what?”
“Face it. Head-on.” Will watches my expression, his lips parted. “Introduce me. Again.”
“Baby. They all already know who you are.”
“Well, I don’t know them.” I shrug. “The only name I know is Luke something. Why don’t we start with him?”
“Okay,” Will says slowly, and I pick up one of the drinks the barman set down with a quick smile before handing it to Will and taking my own. “Luke was the trapper assigned to your file on a more regular basis.” I take a gulp of liquid courage.
“Why?”
“He asked to be. And he’s one of my best. Jack is the best but he was unavailable, so...”
“The guy on the phone from Mexico?” I swallow another gulp, closing my eyes as the alcohol burns down my throat.
“Yes, that guy. Are you sure you want to know?”
“I’m sure.” I think. I glance over at the group of men openly looking our way. “Who’s that?” I ask, jerking my chin towards the tallest, broadest, blondest male in the group. I suppose he’s a good-looking guy, but he’s not a patch on my man.
“That’s Brad. He’s the office manager.” A honeytrap agency needs an office manager?
“And why didn’t he work on my file?” I’m babbling now, wondering why the hell I opened this particular can of worms.
“He did. You turned him down.”
“Did I?” I don’t remember him. At all. “Can I get another one?” I call to the barman on his way past with someone else’s order.
“Slow down, baby. We don’t have to...do this.” I follow Will’s stony glare to Brad, who’s walking our way, closely followed by the entire hive. Oh, crap!
“Hey, guys.” Brad’s tight smile falters. His attention is only on Will.
“Hello,” Will all but growls. Brad clears his throat.
“Hi, Eva.” He smiles again, in a kinder, easier way. “I’m Brad. Good to meet you properly.”
“Hi.” I drop my gaze, unable to think of a single thing to say. What do you say to a guy who was trying to trap you?
“Let’s sit, baby.” Will takes my elbow, guides me over to the end of the bar and pulls out a stool for me. I hop up just as the barman deposits my next drink on the counter at my elbow. “Thanks.”
Will moves behind me as all of his honeytraps assemble. His arm snakes around my waist and he hands me the glass. I take it from his fingers and sip.
Will lowers his lips close to my ear. “This fabric is so soft. It’s almost like you could be naked.” His thumb travels in tantalising circles over my hip bone, and one by one, the trappers introduce themselves. Will takes the glass from my hand and empties it down his throat before calling to the barman for another round.
Will’s palm flattens over my stomach, his fingers splayed and pressing lightly until I lean back against him. His mouth is at my ear. “I love how you always know what I want, baby. I look forward to giving you exactly what you want in a few hours.” I can feel my cheeks beginning to flush. It could be the alcohol, but it’s not. It’s Will Hunter. He lowers his mouth to my neck, and my head tilts to the side. I have zero control. I feel his grin against my super-sensitive skin and shiver.
“Will,” I breathe. “Stop.”
“So...Eva. Do you have any sisters?” one of the trappers asks, keeping his gaze glued on me as he lifts his glass for a drink.
“No. A brother.” I force myself to look at him, and his eyes drill into mine.
“Older or younger?”
“Older. He’s...um...” Overprotective? Overbearing? The best big brother in the world? I glance around when I can feel someone else watching me, and smirk. “Right there!”
“Blue.” Davey greets me with his game face on. He’s about as thrilled with this situation as I am.
“He’s your brother?” Luke, the only guy whose name I know, asks, spluttering on his choked-back drink. And I wonder what the hell has happened between them, but I don’t get the chance to ask.
“And what am I? Chopped liver?” I gasp so hard I jump.
“Sid! Oh my God! How did you...? When did you...? Why...?”
“Are you planning on finishing a sentence, Evie, or shall we skip right to the hugging?” He steps past Davey and lifts me clean off the stool. “I’ve been waiting for this hug for six fucking months, so excuse me if I don’t give your girl back...just yet.” I can’t believe it! Sid!
“What are you doing here?” I ask at last, fighting the sting of tears.
“Are you kidding me? Some fucking psycho was going after our girl and thought he’d get away with it?”
“Aww, c’mon now. Hunter’s not that bad,” another familiar voice mocks, and my head snaps up.
“Frankie!” I squeal, and twist out of Sid’s hold and right into the arms of another commando.
“Hey, boo,” he coos and kisses my hair. “I’m lovin’ the dress. Not very you though.”
“What would you know? I might have ten of these at home.”
“Uh-huh. Or...you have ten pairs of jeans and fuck all else at home.”
“Or that.” I chuckle.
“For the record, I love the jeans too.”
“Wait ya fuckin turn,” Sid growls as he lifts me off my feet again and spins me around. I feel a shoe fall but can’t care enough to tell him. “Do you know what a monumental pain in the fucking arse you are, woman?”
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” He shakes his head in one firm movement.
“Classified.”
“Too classified for me?” I cock my head and look up at him. His face breaks out in a toothy smile.
“Never. What do you want to know?”
“I want to know how long you’ve been here.” He glances at his watch.
“Approximately sixty-two seconds, ma’am.” I narrow my eyes, fully aware he’ll tell me absolutely nothing. He deposits me back on my stool and kicks the fallen shoe as he walks. “C’mon, Cinders.” He scoops down and kneels to slide the heel back on my foot.
“Thanks.” I feel Will’s arm slide back around my waist, but his body is tense. “Do you know Will?”
“We’ve met.” Oh?
“Did you know we’re getting married?” The noise is deafening. My hands fly up, covering my ears, and I duck my head and screw my eyes shut. Bloody special ops!
After a few minutes, my hands are gently pulled away from my ears, and I peek through one scrunched-up eye. Will is grinning at me as he pulls my wrists around his neck. He steps nearer and my knees part, letting him in even closer, and he kisses me as though there’s no one else here.
“I love this dress,” Will says quietly, running a hand up my bare thigh.
“Wait till you see what’s under it.” I feel his sharp breath and peck his lips lightly with a giggle.
“Congratulations.” I glance at Davey, his pink cheeks his eyes shining. He looks genuinely happy.
“You knew?” Davey shrugs.
“I knew he was going to ask you.”
“Oh.” Will and Davey exchange a look, and Will steps aside to let my brother hug me. He smells just the same as he always did. Smokey and earthy. He feels the same too. Solid and bulky. I can’t believe he’s really here. After all this time. He’s really here.
Davey releases me, and I sit straight and cross my ankles, tucking one foot behind the stool leg just as a guy bounds over. We all look around but his attention is on me. He grins widely.
“Hi.”
“Hi?” I frown. Do I know this guy?
“Fuck me, that is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me, Eva Adams.”
“Have we met?”
“Five times.” He holds up a hand, his fingers spread wide. “Five! That is a fucking miracle.”
“Right.”
“You wanna dance?”
“No, thanks.” He shrugs.
“Worth a shot.” Then he notices the death stares. “Hey.” He nods at Will, and his eyes flick around to the other pairs trained on him.
“Let’s dance, baby.” Will takes my elbow to help me down from the stool and circles my waist before guiding me to the dance floor.
We find an empty space and Will pulls me close to him, his front to my back, his mouth at my ear. “They’re already driving me crazy.”
“Don’t worry about them.” I reach my fingers behind his neck, curling them around. I turn my head to kiss the underside of his jaw. He spins me back to face him, and my hands climb to his shoulders.
“They all want you.”
“And I want you.” I take his face between my palms and kiss him gently. “Just you. Forever.”
“This is normally where I’d start thinking I should ask you to marry me, but we ticked that one off already.” He smiles into my eyes.
“Oh? And how long have you been thinking about that?”
“Since March.”
“Mar...? We only met in April.” Will is observing my expression cautiously, and I realise we’ve stopped dancing.
“I’ve been watching you every day since January. I told you I was already in love with you when we met.”
“Um...” Will starts to sway again, and I follow his movements automatically. “Right. January.”
“And you’re finally mine.” His nose lowers to the curve between my neck and shoulder. “Mrs Hunter. I like it.”
“Me too.” I turn my head and kiss him, until his hands are in my hair and his erection is digging in my belly. Will pulls back, his eyes dark, his lips parted.
“Christ, you are trying to kill me.”