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feel his hot breath on me. His tongue darts into my slickness, dancing around. My body is on fire. I writhe and convulse as his tongue casts its magical spell.
I can’t believe he’s had me a dozen times already and he still wants more. I can’t believe I’m letting him.
I clench down around his expert tongue. He rises up, encircling my nub. Meaty fingers slide inside of me. A passionate mist of sweat covers my body. His tongue flicks and darts frantically. His fingers plunge my depths. He brings me to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. Then he stops.
WTF? My eyes glare at him.
He grins.
“Finish the job,” I command.
“What? I thought you said this was never happening again?” he says, innocently.
“I misspoke. It’s happening. Right now.”
“Bossy,” he smirks.
“When I know what I want.”
“Oh, you want this?” he says, grabbing his massive package.
“It’s mine, and I want it.” Shit. That just slipped out. Where did that come from?
“Last time I checked, sweetheart, it was mine. And I’ll put it where I want.”
“I meant to say, it is temporarily on loan.”
“Oh, so you want me to make a deposit?”
“Pretty please?” I say in a girly voice, like I’m asking for a pony. But what I want is a stallion. I flutter my eyelashes.
“Just so we’re clear… I’m only good at two things. Fucking and killing. Anything else, I’m just not capable of.”
My heart sinks a little. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “What else would I want from you?”
He shrugs. “I just don’t want you developing feelings .”
“Well, don’t you think highly of yourself?” I’m trying really hard to keep my eyes from misting up.
“So, we’re on the same page? This is strictly sexual?”
“Just because a guy tickles my clit in the right way doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love.” I try to convince myself of that as I say the words.
I don’t know how this happened, but in a day of knowing this man, he’s gotten under my skin. In truth, maybe there was a part of me that was hoping this impossible spark could turn into something. But I know that’s nonsense. Maybe my clit is hardwired to my heart? Maybe all a guy has to do is ring the bell. If that’s the case, I’m definitely in trouble.
“Good,” he says. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Aw, so you do care?” I say, sarcastically.
Ryker arches an eyebrow at me.
“I need to take care of some business. I’ll be back.” He marches toward the door.
My jaw drops and my eyes blaze at him. “What good is a fuck buddy who doesn’t fuck you?” I yell after him.
He marches out of the room and slams the door behind him.
“I hate you!” I scream.
I instantly start to struggle with the cuffs. They dig into my wrist. It’s no use. I can’t get out of these things. My eyes scan the room for something to pick the lock with. But at first glance, everything seems to be out of reach. At least I’ve got my gun. If anybody other than Ryker walks through that door, I’m going to empty an entire magazine into them.
12
Ryker
I ’ve got to make a phone call. But I’m not about to make a call from the hotel room. With the way technology is today, anyone could trace the call. I ditched my cell phone before I went to the FBI. And, unfortunately, I don’t have a burner on me. I need to pick up a prepaid cellphone that can’t be tracked. But it’s after hours, and I’m not going to go looking for a prepaid cell phone right now. Until then, a payphone will have to do.
The Lexington’s safe area extends a block from the hotel. Killing someone on the sidewalk as they leave is definitely against the rules. But it doesn’t preclude someone from following you once you leave. Then whacking you outside of the safe zone. That’s one of the down sides of staying at the Lexington. If someone knows you’re there, they just have to wait it out.
I go through the kitchen, grab a server’s coat, and pick up a
I can’t believe he’s had me a dozen times already and he still wants more. I can’t believe I’m letting him.
I clench down around his expert tongue. He rises up, encircling my nub. Meaty fingers slide inside of me. A passionate mist of sweat covers my body. His tongue flicks and darts frantically. His fingers plunge my depths. He brings me to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. Then he stops.
WTF? My eyes glare at him.
He grins.
“Finish the job,” I command.
“What? I thought you said this was never happening again?” he says, innocently.
“I misspoke. It’s happening. Right now.”
“Bossy,” he smirks.
“When I know what I want.”
“Oh, you want this?” he says, grabbing his massive package.
“It’s mine, and I want it.” Shit. That just slipped out. Where did that come from?
“Last time I checked, sweetheart, it was mine. And I’ll put it where I want.”
“I meant to say, it is temporarily on loan.”
“Oh, so you want me to make a deposit?”
“Pretty please?” I say in a girly voice, like I’m asking for a pony. But what I want is a stallion. I flutter my eyelashes.
“Just so we’re clear… I’m only good at two things. Fucking and killing. Anything else, I’m just not capable of.”
My heart sinks a little. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “What else would I want from you?”
He shrugs. “I just don’t want you developing feelings .”
“Well, don’t you think highly of yourself?” I’m trying really hard to keep my eyes from misting up.
“So, we’re on the same page? This is strictly sexual?”
“Just because a guy tickles my clit in the right way doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love.” I try to convince myself of that as I say the words.
I don’t know how this happened, but in a day of knowing this man, he’s gotten under my skin. In truth, maybe there was a part of me that was hoping this impossible spark could turn into something. But I know that’s nonsense. Maybe my clit is hardwired to my heart? Maybe all a guy has to do is ring the bell. If that’s the case, I’m definitely in trouble.
“Good,” he says. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Aw, so you do care?” I say, sarcastically.
Ryker arches an eyebrow at me.
“I need to take care of some business. I’ll be back.” He marches toward the door.
My jaw drops and my eyes blaze at him. “What good is a fuck buddy who doesn’t fuck you?” I yell after him.
He marches out of the room and slams the door behind him.
“I hate you!” I scream.
I instantly start to struggle with the cuffs. They dig into my wrist. It’s no use. I can’t get out of these things. My eyes scan the room for something to pick the lock with. But at first glance, everything seems to be out of reach. At least I’ve got my gun. If anybody other than Ryker walks through that door, I’m going to empty an entire magazine into them.
12
Ryker
I ’ve got to make a phone call. But I’m not about to make a call from the hotel room. With the way technology is today, anyone could trace the call. I ditched my cell phone before I went to the FBI. And, unfortunately, I don’t have a burner on me. I need to pick up a prepaid cellphone that can’t be tracked. But it’s after hours, and I’m not going to go looking for a prepaid cell phone right now. Until then, a payphone will have to do.
The Lexington’s safe area extends a block from the hotel. Killing someone on the sidewalk as they leave is definitely against the rules. But it doesn’t preclude someone from following you once you leave. Then whacking you outside of the safe zone. That’s one of the down sides of staying at the Lexington. If someone knows you’re there, they just have to wait it out.
I go through the kitchen, grab a server’s coat, and pick up a
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