Hunger Embraced (The Hunger Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

I needed—my cell phone. “Yeah, well making me food and cleaning up after was nice and all, but I asked you to leave. More than once.” I shooed him out of my way and wandered into the living room. My purse sat on the floor next to the couch. I didn’t remember discarding the bag in that spot. “I did my duty. So why don’t you just take yourself to wherever it is you lurk?”
    T.T.B. followed me, finger combing his hair back from his face. “Your duty? Is that really what you think?” His shook his head and that beautiful hair fell back into his eyes. “Who… You should be feeding as well.”
    I flicked a finger at his unruly mane. “Some product might take care of that.” Ignoring his question, I rummaged in my purse, trying to find my cell phone. I lost it so often I should glue the damn thing to my forehead.
    “Like I said before, I called your boss. You’ve got the rest of the day off.”
    My wallet bounced on the couch along with three different lip glosses, half a roll of Chewy Sprees, and some pennies when I unzipped my bag and then dumped the contents out.
    “Fantastic, genius. I can’t afford to take a day off without pay. It’s hard to maintain this kind of luxury as it is.” Looked like I wouldn’t be replacing my jelly bean stash or paying the electricity bill anytime soon. “What did you tell Her Highness? I was worn out from sex and wouldn’t be in, or that I was puking my guts out because of the bender I went on last night? She’d buy either. The woman despises me.” The phone wasn’t in any of the inner pockets of my purse. I swept everything I’d taken out back inside and closed the zipper.
    “I told her you weren’t feeling well and needed time to recover. She allowed you a vacation day.” He crossed to the couch and folded the ratty afghan I’d left crumpled at the other end into a perfect rectangle, then placed it dead center on the sagging back cushions. “What does it matter? You have no need to worry about it today, so why don’t you settle down so we can talk.”
    “I need to know what you said so I can keep my story straight. I don’t think telling her I had a sex emergency is going to gain me any sympathy.” I toyed with my purse straps. T.T.B. snagged one of them with his index finger and tugged, but I held on and refused to relinquish the space between our bodies. “You know what, the longer you stay here, the more you wear out your welcome. You should have left hours ago, after you got what you came for.”
    Heat flared in his eyes in a burst of energy then was so quickly hidden I thought I’d imagined it. I got closer to him and pushed on his chest, but he didn’t budge. A change of tactics was needed.
    Instead of shoving him away, I reeled him in until we mashed against each other, widening my stance and encasing one of his thighs between my own. We both still held my purse. I twisted my arm back so that his wrapped around my waist.
    I walked the fingers of my free hand up his chest to the hollow of his throat, caressed the underside of his jaw, and slipped through the seam of his lips. The muscular warmth of his tongue enfolded them, and he nibbled the tips until I withdrew and moved my palm to the nape of his neck.
    T.T.B. allowed me to pull him in closer with the slightest pressure from my fingertips against the short hair at the base of his skull. When he was in range, I took command of his mouth, sucking the delightful fullness of his bottom lip—then licking it. The arm around my waist tightened, and he let go of the strap in favor of gripping my ass. The weight of the bag jerked into my knuckles, and I dropped it a second later.
    Our tongues met, his chasing mine into my mouth, where I bit down, then laved the hurt away. He let out the rumbling purr I’d heard earlier and didn’t resist when I began to move him backward across the room.
    A few steps were all it took until he was in front of the door. I ran the hand on the back of his neck down his