Page 11 of Queen of Blades

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Paul

Thiswaswrong.Noone could accuse Paul of being ethical, but he had rules he abided by. Sleeping with the woman he was hired to kill was definitely a no-no.

Yet there he sat, fighting the urge to toss Harper onto the table right here in the middle of the bar. He didn’t care who saw. Apparently, she didn’t either. Though, to be fair, she hadn’t in the past either.

The way she suckled on his thumb had his dick at full attention, straining against his zipper. Who needed morals anyway? What good had they done him? He was a criminal by every definition of the word. He wasn’t supposed to follow rules.

Besides, they’d never applied with her. He’d made poor choices with Harper since the day he met her. His busted shoulder was a daily reminder of that, but it’d been worth it. He didn’t regret any of it, and he doubted he would if he took her up on this offer now.

Harper was a tattooed temptress. This woman challenged his judgment before, and damn her, she was doing it again. He had no restraint and no good sense around her. It was as though all blood flow stopped into his brain and redirected to his cock.

He slid his free hand around to the back of her neck and fisted the hair at the nape. Leaning into her, he pulled her off his digit and claimed her mouth. Fierce and possessive, he kissed Harper hard. The sweetness of the honey in her drink delighted his tongue as he tilted her head back for more. She may have robbed him of his broken moral compass, but he owned her mouth in that moment.

He craved her like a junkie who needed his next fix. It may have been years since he’d enjoyed Harper, but it hadn’t changed his longing for the feel of pussy on his dick. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he nibbled at her bottom lip. The last bit of any sense of decency left him.

Her hands rested on his thighs. The fire beneath her fingers practically scorched his trousers. Greedily, he continued their kiss, and she returned his passion.

Apparently, she missed him too.

Breathless, he broke contact, pulling her back but keeping his grip on her mane. “You have no idea how much you tempt me.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she murmured with a hunger in her eyes that had his heart racing and his cock throbbing.

“We shouldn’t.” It had to be said. Someone needed to remind them what a bad idea this was. One of them had to possess a grain of sanity.

“That’s always been the case.”

Well, fuck me sideways.If that wasn’t the truth.

Resting his forehead against hers, Paul took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and bring back any semblance of rational thought. The power this delicious woman held over him should unnerve him. No one should so easily make him lose his focus. He’d sampled her over a decade ago, and here he was, just as addicted after one kiss.

“It’s never stopped us before,” she whispered in a sultry tone.

The last of his restraint evaporated. He needed Harper like he needed to breathe.

As he jerked her against his body, ready to fuck her in front of everyone at the bar, someone cleared their throat.

The server.

Clenching his jaw, he turned and glared. If she didn’t make it quick, he couldn’t promise not to put a bullet in her.

“Last call,” she offered weakly. “Did you want me to get you anything else?”

Licking his bottom lip, he turned back to Harper. His thirst had nothing to do with beverages, and his hunger had nothing to do with food.

“My hotel is a block away,” she offered softly.

Harper

Harper couldn’t see how much cash Paul tossed on their table, but it was definitely more than enough. There was at least a hundred-dollar bill there. They hadn’t consumed a hundred dollars’ worth of anything. But he didn’t seem to care, so why should she? With hurried steps, her hand in his, they rushed out of the bar.

Not that they ran back to her hotel, but they definitely didn’t waste too much time. Well, maybe a little. As though to make sure their desire for each other hadn’t waned, they stopped every so often so Paul could press her against a random wall and shake her to the core with kisses.

He groped her breasts, squeezing and leaving her on the verge of begging him to bang her right here, on the street, but no. Her mafioso had manners. He wouldn’t fuck her out in the open like that. When had that happened?

Perhaps he’d learned his lesson.

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