Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But before I could give her any more, she had me right there at the edge. “Max, I’m—“ I started, breath panting, thinking of the glovebox, of the cleanup.
Max was having none of it, though.
Instead, she sucked me deep enough that when I came, it was right down her throat.
I swear my fucking vision went white at the intensity as a hushed curse escaped me and Max moaned again.
She waited until I was fully spent before moving away, turning her face away as I tucked my cock back away and redid my pants.
“We, ah, we need to find that other guy,” she said, head turned to look out her side window.
Was she embarrassed by her enthusiasm?
That shit wasn’t going to stand.
She was also right, though. Time was of the essence.
But, hey, I’d always been a good multitasker.
So I shifted the car into drive and started to move, holding the wheel with one hand as my other moved out, slipped under the waistband of her pants.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but her airy voice betrayed her need.
“Be a good girl and let me touch your sweet pussy again,” I said, glancing over to watch the internal battle play across her face. The part of her that wanted to be offended by being called a good girl. And the part that loved it.
It was the latter that won.
Mostly.
“You’re driving,” she said, but her head was back against the rest, her breath coming fast and shallow.
“And, yet, I can still do this,” I said, my hand going into her panties, palm against her clit, and two fingers slipping inside of her.
Her moan filled the silent car as her pussy tightened around my fingers, begging for more.
I was too happy to give, happy for the distraction as we drove down the dead streets. Too late for the night shift, too early for the morning. The world felt like ours alone as my fingers fucked her, as she rocked herself against my palm, her moans getting louder and louder with each passing second.
Until, with the tensing of her whole body, she came, her walls clutching around my fingers over and over before the orgasm finally let go of her.
Finished, I slid my fingers out of her as I pulled into a parking spot. Then, waiting for her gaze to find mine, I slipped my fingers into my mouth, her sweet taste exploding across my taste buds once again.
Then, because I knew she would quickly start to try to put her guards back up, I cut the engine.
“It’s no use telling you to stay here. So, just stay behind me,” I told her as I climbed out and reached for my gun.
Unlike Henry, Chuck lived in a little house rental on a street full of similar ones. Capes and craftsman homes with postage-stamp-sized front yards.
Lots of people to look out, to see us.
Seeming to think the same thing at the same time, Max yanked up her hood as I suddenly became thankful that I never drove out on a job with the real plates on my car.
If someone saw us, it was dark. The best they would get was a tall man in a suit with dark hair and a slight woman. And a black SUV with the wrong plates.
Max grabbed my arm before I reached for the door, flashing her shiny fingertips at me. Sometime on the walk up the tiny path, she’d covered her fingertips with superglue again.
She reached around me for the knob, but it didn’t budge.
Before I could go back to the car for my own, Max produced a fucking lock pick kit from that bag of hers and got to work.
Admittedly, she was a fuckuva lot faster at it than I would have been.
She stood, put the kit away, then moved to my side, but just a half a step behind.
“Ready?” I asked, not sure if I was, in fact, ready to possibly find another body.
But there was no going back now.
“Yep,” she whispered as I pushed open the door.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Max
I had no idea what to chalk that momentary insanity up to. I thought my defenses were up, reinforced with rebar and cement. But clearly, that wasn’t enough to keep me away from Miko.
I needed a moat. Filled with fire.
And a fucking chastity belt.
I couldn’t describe the relief when Miko was quick to move on to the next thing when we pulled up to the quaint little cape-style house with overgrown holly bushes outside, their little red berries bright even in the dark early morning hours.
The inside of the house was dark as Miko moved inside in front of me. Normally, I would have bristled at that. But he was the one with the gun. And someone on this job was willing to choke me, hit me, and knock me out. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, straight-up murder Henry.