Caught (Prequel to Hawk) (Sex and Bullets) Read Free

come four times within an hour as I pleasure her?”
     
    Ohgod, ohgod. I’ve never… never even come once with Chance.
     
    Hawk must read my thoughts on my face, because his brows draw together in a frown. “Tell me he at least made sure you came when you had sex,” he growls, and the fine hairs on my arms lift.
     
    “He tried,” I say, remembering how Chance often complained it took me too long to show any signs of pleasure.
     
    “That motherfucker,” Hawk mutters, and it’s all so weird, hearing a guy like him, in a suit like that, swear like a sailor. He reaches for my hand and strokes his thumb over my knuckles, sending a great shudder through my body. “Let me show you, Gorgeous. Show you what it can be like. What you can be like, with the right guy.”
     
    And he’s the right guy?
     
    “What do you want from me?” I whisper, kind of frightened at his intensity even as I’m curious as hell and turned on like nobody’s business.
     
    “I want…” He glances to the side, sighs. He keeps his gaze averted as he says. “I want to show you how hot you are. I want to have a good time with you. I want you. My dick hasn’t deflated since I saw you. But you need to know who I am. I—”
     
    “I know who you are,” I say.
     
    He looks startled. “Good. Awesome. Well, a man in my position can’t offer you anything more.” At my confused look, he says. “I can’t have a relationship. Can’t date you. So if you want a boyfriend, then you can walk away from this table right now. No hard feelings. Too much is at stake.”
     
    His money, I guess. He doesn’t want to get involved with any girl and then face a scandal.
     
    “I understand,” I begin, but he stops me, squeezing my hand.
     
    “No, you don’t, because it’s not that simple. Believe me. But it’s the way things are. There are bigger issues than my personal pleasure at stake here. So if you come with me to the hotel where I’ve booked a room, and we have great sex together, that’s it. That’s all I can offer you.”
     
    I ponder this. He’s honest, I’ll give him that. Doesn’t try to lure me with promises and sweet words. He’s straight with me, and I won’t deny what he promises for tonight is already good.
     
    If nothing else, it will take my mind off Chance and the ugliness he caused.
     
    “I understand,” I say again and squeeze his hand back. “I’ll take your offer, Jamie Fleming.”
     
    His grin turns boyish, and his gray eyes soften. “Call me Hawk.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
     
     
    The hotel he’s booked into is a block away, and we walk, hand in hand. It’s not dating, but then why does it feel so much like it?
     
    “So… you don’t live here in Baltimore?” I ask, when the silence becomes too much as we cross the street.
     
    “I do.”
     
    “So why the hotel room?”
     
    He glances at me, his mouth curling up in that easy smile that sends bolts of heat through me. “I called and booked a room when I saw you sitting at the restaurant. Just in case.”
     
    I huff. “Confident, much?”
     
    And he hasn’t answered my question, not really.
     
    He shrugs. “It was a wishful thought. Besides, in my line of work, you have to be bold.”
     
    I bet you do. And through the sting of annoyance, the heat flares stronger than ever.
     
    He hoped to get into bed with me. He wished for it.
     
    Holy crap, Batman.
     
    His hand is tight around mine, and a good thing too, as my heels are too high to be walking down the street. Hey, I was only supposed to walk from the car into the restaurant and back, but they are the perfect heels—matching my lilac dress in tone and sheen, its hem peeking under my black coat. I wanted to be pretty for Chance, and then I was glad I did when he dumped me.
     
    Better look pretty when your boyfriend of two years dumps you for a tramp and another man invites you over to his table, right? Look at all the things I