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“Fuck, Hawke,” she growls, and her nails dig into my abs as she braces herself as she bounces. “Ungh.” She starts panting out incoherent words. “I— I?—”

I cling to the edge, begging my balls not to explode until she does, but the moment her pussy tightens around me, I’m a goner. I grunt as I slam her down on my cock, those villainous hips torturous as she tries to continue rocking back and forth, milking me of every last drop.

We can’t stop staring at one another, the descent from the high bringing us back to reality as we pant into one another’s mouth, still unable to stop wrestling with this deep, carnal need.

I grab the back of her neck, her short blonde hair skirting the edges of my knuckles, as I say, “Next time, I’m in charge.”

She raises a suggestive eyebrow. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

“You better clear your fucking schedule because I plan on smashing this pussy every chance I get.”

She smirks as she leans into my ear. I’m waiting for her to speak when the doorbell rings. My head hits the back of the couch, and I groan in complaint, and she gets off my cock.

Fucking buzzkill. I never thought I’d be so mad at food being delivered.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I jump up from the couch and pull her back, keeping her from answering the door naked. “You’re not answering the door like that.”

She pops a hand on her hip, gobsmacked. “It wouldn’t be the first time. And it’s fine.”

“Well, it’s the last time. Put those little booty shorts back on,” I grumble as I rip the condom off and throw it in the trash beside the door.

I open the door, stretching back my shoulders to showcase my size. The guy’s mouth opens, and he can’t even meet my eyes as he hands me the food. I make sure I’m wide enough to block the doorway so he can’t see Ivy.

“H-here’s a f-free dessert, as well,” the guy stammers, and I give him a brilliant smile.

“Well, why didn’t you say so sooner?” I don’t care much for desserts, but Ivy likes them. I’d eat it out of her pussy, though.

I turn and kick the door closed behind me. When my gaze finds Ivy, she’s shaking her head in disbelief. Be fucked if that good-for-nothing delivery kid was seeing a prized gem for free.

CHAPTER 25

Ivy

Isometimes take on jobs that teeter on a moral edge. I don’t look down on them because it’s precisely the type of clientele my father has. Most of the time, they give me a thrill or challenge I don’t get through my mainstream jobs, which can be boring in comparison.

I have a fake name and separate contact details for the jobs that are on the darker end of the spectrum. I don’t always know how newcomers get my information, but it can only be found through referrals, meaning someone I’ve worked with before. There is always the caveat of my prices, so those who approach me know to talk a language I understand—money.

I have more money than I know what to do with, which is exactly why my prices are so high. If I’m taking time out of my extraordinarily fun life, then they will pay the price for it. Fair exchange.

Tonight, I’ve been paid twenty-five thousand to hack into a security feed and record everything that transpires in the room. I then have to send the recording before I receive the second half of my payment. Easy. I’ve done a few similar to this; sometimes it’s meetings with cryptic information that their competition is trying to gain a jump on. Other times, it’s for blackmail.Sometimes, it’s outright murder. That goes into a gray area for me. I’ve seen some shit, but I remind myself as I go into every job that I’m a vault. It’s fair to say there are many people’s secrets I’ll be taking to the grave with me.

I’m chewing on a protein bar that Hawke so kindly stocked up on for me. He’s only been over twice since the night we had sex for the second time, and I certainly don’t have any complaints. He hits the spot every time and looks like a kicked puppy when I tell him to leave when I want to go to sleep.

It’s the only way I can separate the sex from being something more because I don’t know what that something more even looks like. And right now, I just want to focus on my needs being met, like I always have. I’ll never admit it to him, but the protein bars are actually a nice snack, and considering all the fucking we’ve been doing lately, I need to keep my stamina up.

Vampire Diariesplays in the background as I flick my gaze from the TV to my laptop, waiting for someone to enter the room. I polish off the protein bar and reach for the bowl of popcorn.

The place I’m watching is a club in Springfield, Massachusetts, that is closed for the evening. It didn’t take me long to hack into the security system.

I look alive when two women approach the club and open the unlocked doors.

The camera is angled down at the club doors, so I can’t yet see their faces very clearly. They walk farther into the empty club, and I admire one of their tight dresses; it’s something I’d probably wear. One of the women glances in the direction they came in from, and my stomach drops.

What the fuck is Makayla doing there?

I jolt upright to turn off the TV, my popcorn spilling all over my lap. I look for my phone, wondering if I should immediately call her to tell her to leave. But I don’t know what this situation isyet. I didn’t ask questions about the job, but I have a bad feeling about it now.

I bite my bottom lip as someone in a hoodie walks into the frame. From their build and height, I’m assuming it’s a male. This guy must know precisely where he has to be since they’ve been led into the prime position to be caught by the camera. Do they all know they’re being recorded? In my personal experience, not usually. The guy’s hood is pulled low, and he’s careful not to face any of the cameras directly, which definitely implies he knows what’s happening.

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