Lure (A Hitman's Bait 1)

A shiver ran down my spine. “So you’re here to…”

“To take you out for a surprise.”

My stomach flipped. “You are?”

“Yes. Go shower and change while I make some calls. Wear something pretty.”

My cheeks heated. “How pretty?”

“Something that draws everyone’s attention to you, even though they’ll know that you’re mine, so they can only look at you.”

Sweet baby Jesus. My cock stirred and warmth spread through me at his possessive words. After being used and discarded by men in the past, it was refreshing to have a man want me this much.

“I’ll see what I can find.”

I escaped to my bedroom, collapsing against the door and slapping my palms to my cheeks. Did Sully even have any idea how hot I found him? Of how hard my heart beat hearing him being so possessive? After being with so many men, to have one speak of me with such desire and ownership left me lightheaded.

I pushed off the door and hurried to the bathroom to take a shower and to cool off. My dick refused to cooperate and go down on its own, so I slapped a palm around it and pumped it furiously, all the while thinking of Sully’s cock ramming the back of my throat. Maybe he wasn’t ready to fuck me anally yet, but a blow job was a nice place to start things.

An hour later, I walked back into the living room, half expecting Sully to have left. It had taken so much time to choose an outfit, blow-dry my hair, and style it just right. I’d also worked on the circles under my eyes but forwent other makeup.

Sully was speaking into his phone, but the moment I entered, he ended the call.

It had to suck being the person on the other end, but I felt fucking nine feet tall at the way he swept his gaze over me from the soft curls on top of my head to my nude platforms. The hot-pink, high-waisted, faux leather paper bag pants clung to my slender legs. When I’d checked myself out in the mirror, it had looked good paired with the white turtleneck cropped top, but the way he was looking at me made my legs weak.

“The crazy things you make me want to do to you,” he whispered, spanning my bare midriff, which quivered under his touch.

“Like what?”

“If I tell you now, we’ll never leave the house, and I have something thoughtful planned for you.”

I groaned, torn between never wanting us to leave the house and wanting to see the surprise he had in store for me. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Sully rested his hand against my lower back. It was nothing he hadn’t done before, but this time, his touch was different somehow. Maybe it was knowing that his touch wasn’t just about being polite but a mark of ownership. It should have terrified me to have a man, one who hadn’t even made any sort of commitment to me, treat me the way Sully did—almost as if I were an object for him to possess.

I lapped it up like a good kitten.

“Now that I’m back, we’ll have to resume your driving lessons,” Sully said as he drove out of the yard.“Liam has been keeping me abreast of your target practice.”

“Do we have to? I don’t mind this little arrangement.”

“It’s either that or get you a driver for when I’m not around. And finding someone I trust around you may take a long time.”

I reached across the console and placed a hand on his thigh. The muscles hardened under my touch.

“Did you really leave on an assignment for the past two weeks?” I asked.

“Yes, I was in Colombia.”

My jaw dropped. “Your job extends that far?”

“Even farther. I’m good at what I do, Kit, and those who can afford me have no problem taking advantage of that.”

“So you can live anywhere in the world, and you choose to live here?”

“Even though I work as an independent contractor, I’m also on a payroll here. Maybe after my contract is up, I’ll think about it.”

“Let me guess. You can’t tell me about that contract?”