Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrowed. “Can I please have my bra back?”
Not a fucking chance.
“Not yet. I have some questions. What are you doing here?”
She crossed her arms over her middle. “Did you murder those men?”
“I asked you first.”
“And I asked second.”
I placed a hand under her chin and raised her gaze closer to mine. “You’re rather feisty for a woman who is in mortal danger.”
Her lips thinned. “If you were planning on killing me, you would have done so without caring about a wire.”
I nodded. “Fair point. Now answer my question.”
“Answer mine first.”
Clearly, I would need to change interrogation tactics.
Pushing my fingers into her hair, I anchored my hand at the back of her skull. With her head yanked back, I stepped forward, pressing my hips against her stomach. Only slightly easing the growing ache in my cock.
Her jewel eyes widened. “Wait, what are you—”
My mouth slammed down onto hers.
Fuck, she was sweet.
Even as she fought me.
Her small hands tugged at my shirt while a soft, plaintive whimper escaped her lips.
My tongue pushed inside her wet heat, picturing doing the same with my cock. I bruised her lips against the harsh edge of my teeth as I pressed down hard, subduing her resistance.
The tip of her tongue swirled around mine, trying to push me out, as I feasted.
My other hand moved to her front. This time tearing at the buttons on her shirt. The first two popped off and scattered across the cement floor as I pushed my hand inside, desperate to feel the weight of her breast against my palm.
Her bare flesh was heavy and full in my hand. I groaned against her mouth as I brushed my thumb across her erect nipple.
Fuck, I could come just from touching this woman’s breasts.
Forcing her against the cardboard wall, I pushed my hips into her harder, applying pressure to my shaft to ease the rising tension.
When I pulled back, her breath came in ragged gasps.
I leaned in and skimmed my lips across hers. “You have two options, beautiful. Use this mouth to answer my questions or suck my cock. Choose.”
As much as I needed answers, in that moment, even at the risk of half of Chicago’s S.W.A.T. team encircling me, I gladly would have surrendered to her mouth.
Her fingernails dug into my shirt as she fisted the material in her efforts to shove me aside.
I didn’t budge.
Her eyes scanned my face. I could practically feel her thinking up a lie.
Finally, she blurted out, “I’m nobody. I was just a temporary assistant to the man in there. I came here to get my last check.”
“How much did you see?”
“Nothing! I swear. I promise. I don’t know anything about what is happening.”
She was lying. She definitely knew more than she was letting on.
The problem was what was I going to do about it?
I couldn’t leave a witness… and I couldn’t kill her.
“Why were you climbing around in the air duct?”
“I saw you and the others entering the office and got scared. I planned to escape but ran in the wrong direction. I was trying to get to the loading dock undetected through the air duct.”
That part at least rang true. Thanks to years of gambling, starting with my misspent youth, I was exceptionally good at reading the tells.
Irrational anger rose inside me. I tightened my fist in her hair as my lip curled. “That was a stupid thing to do. You could have been killed. You’re lucky I was there to catch you.”
Despite her precarious predicament, she huffed and rolled her eyes. “Apparently, you don’t know the correct meaning of the word ‘luck’.”
“I’d say luck was having a beautiful woman with a mouth for sin fall into my lap.”
She blinked several times, staring up at me in silence. Shocking this woman speechless was clearly a Herculean feat to be celebrated.
“Do you know what Abakar was up to?”
Her brow furrowed as she shifted her eyes, as if in thought. Then her gaze returned to me as she squinted. “I’m sorry, who?”
Nice try.
Playing along, I repeated, “Abakar, your employer.”
“Oh!” She nodded as if suddenly understanding. Then, lying with obvious practiced ease, she said, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I never really caught onto his name. The agency I work for just sends me on these jobs and takes care of all the details.”
“Really? I thought you said you were here to pick up your paycheck from Abakar?”
Her gaze lowered.
Busted.
She cleared her throat. “I did?”
My eyebrow arched. “You did.”
She once more grasped the ends of her shirt together, covering her naked breasts. “Yes, well, he was giving me a bonus for a job well done.”
Jealous rage, fierce and quick, rose inside of me. I slammed my fist into the cardboard over her head. “And just what did you do to deserve this bonus?”
Her hand snaked out and slapped me. “Fuck you.”