Page 70 of Tactically Acquired

“Yeah,” I sighed, forcing myself to pull away from her. Fuck, it was hard. Smooth skin that pebbled from my touch…fuck, I really wanted to take her right now. My cock was achingly hard, begging me to tear off her pants and fuck her the way a man was meant to fuck a woman.

Inch by agonizing inch, I pulled my fingers and then the rest of my body from her warmth. She didn’t move a single inch the entire time. In fact, it was almost as if she was hoping I would change my mind. I rolled to my back and closed my eyes,grinding my hand against my cock, willing it to calm the fuck down.

I felt her roll toward me and that’s when I knew I was sunk. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Just one glance was all it took to know that this was going to be the hardest fucking job of my life. Those gorgeous eyes stared at me with desire, trailing over my body, down to my cock that only flared to life with her perusal.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to end up underneath me while I fuck you hard,” I growled.

Her lips twitched. “Would that be so bad, hubby?”

I groaned, grabbing my dick through my pants. Fuck, how the hell was I going to walk away? “Yes, it would be bad.”

“Because…”

“Because you’re my client.”

“And you don’t shit where you eat,” she surmised.

“That, and it would be highly unethical,” I muttered.

She was silent for a moment. “Technically, it was less than twenty-four hours ago that I thought I was your wife. That has to be some kind of loophole.”

“I’ll fucking take it,” I growled, shifting over her so fast that I nearly rolled us off the bed. My lips latched onto hers and my cock ground against her pussy. God, I needed to be inside her. I could fuck her and get her out of my system, and then?—

I tore myself from her, scrambling off the bed. Breathing hard, I ran my hands over my bald head and spun around, wincing as my cock strained against my zipper. “You fucking know better,” I hissed, pointing at my cock.

“That was not exactly how I saw that going,” she muttered.

I spun around and tried not to stare at the way her nipples poked through the fabric of her shirt. “We can’t do this.”

“I sort of got that from the way you leapt away from me.”

“You’re gorgeous. I want you to know that.”

She sighed, glancing away. “Good to know you’re not walking away because I’m ugly.”

“It’s just…you’re a client and I can’t fuck you and walk away. I still have a job to do. And I can’t do that if I’m thinking about sticking my dick in you.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” she agreed, though she looked disappointed. “So…not even a little foreplay?”

I winced as my cock jumped at the suggestion. “No.”

“That’s a shame. I’m already soaked.” She pushed off the bed and tore off her shirt. “That’s okay. I can get myself off in the shower.”

I stared as she stripped in front of me, not even caring that I had to stand here and watch every painful moment of this. Every article of clothing came off, flying across the room without a care in the world. How the hell was she getting to the bathroom if she was naked?

She strode toward the door, but I was faster, jumping in front of her with a shout. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to take a shower,” she answered, cocking her head at me.

“You’re naked,” I snapped.

“Right, but that’s usually how I shower. Why? Do you do it differently?”

I narrowed my eyes at her, not in the mood for her bullshit. “Don’t fuck with me. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”

She stepped toward me, running a finger down my chest. “The only thing I’m doing is going to get clean.” She spun around and pulled on the door handle. “If you want, you can join me in the shower.”

My throat bobbed as I watched her sashay out of the room. Then I heard a crash and a shout from down the hall. Man, we were all fucked.

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