Page 107 of Infatuation

Kat fantasizes about me while masturbating?

“To Kat,” Sarah says, raising her beer, and the rest of us hold up our beers in Kat’s honor, too. “You’re the reason Eric started taking us seriously,” Sarah says. “No doubt about it.”

“Aw, thanks,” Kat says. “But it was definitely a team effort.”

We all raise our glasses again and drink to “the team.”

She wants to feel my hard-on sliding deep inside her?

I clear my throat. “So how are we gonna get the money, Henn?” I ask, pointedly not looking at Kat. Shit, I’m hard as a rock right now. If I look at her, I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from grabbing her and kissing the hell out of her right here and now, in front of everyone. “I thought you said most of those accounts are set up for in-person transfer only.” Fuck. I can’t stop imagining Katmasturbating.

Ever since I saw you in that hallway,she wrote,I’ve taken self-love to an art form.

I shift in my chair, trying to relieve the throbbing of my dick in my pants, but it’s no use.

“They are,” Henn says. “Which, obviously, means we’re going to transfer the money in-person.” He pauses, shooting Kat a meaningful look. “Hello, Oksana Belenko.”

Kat grimaces sharply. “Oh, I dunno—” she begins.

“You’ll be fine,” Henn says. “I’ll set you up with a passport and a driver’s license—”

“I don’t know if I can—” Kat says, sputtering.

“Youcan,” Henn says. “Today proved that. Indubitably. Don’t worry, Kitty Kat.” He touches the top of her hand. “I’ll hack into each account and shave thirty years off Oksana’s age—they won’t even question you’re her for a second. And then I’ll walk into each and every bank with you, right by your side.”

“But will she be safe?” Sarah asks.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Henn says.

“So will I,” I add.

At my words, Kat’s eyes flicker to me and my cock hardens even more. The right thing to do is pull her aside and kiss her for the first time in private—but I’m not sure I can wait.

A waitress walks by and Kat flags her. “Double Patron shots all around, please.” When the waitress leaves, Kat lets out a long exhale. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Kat, are you sure?” Sarah asks. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. This ain’t no casino heist, fellas—and very pretty lady.” She winks at Sarah. “This is about taking these guys down so they can’t hurt you ever again, Sarah. It’s a no-brainer.”

Holy shit. She’s blowing my mind today—first, with the FBI guy, and then with her application, and now with this. She’s willing to impersonate Oksana Belenko to steal The Club’s money? I wouldn’t have thought it possible when we first started on this bizarre adventure, but Kat’s turned out to be every bit as valuable to the team as any of us—far more valuable than me, actually.

“We’ll create an offshore account,” Jonas is saying to the group. “And funnel everything into it at the last possible moment.”

“Twooffshore accounts,” I say pointedly. “I think we’re gonna have to take a littlefinder’sfeeon the deal—don’t you think, bro? Maybe one percent?”

A light bulb goes off on Jonas’ face—as usual, my brother can read my mind.

“Fuck yeah,” Jonas says. “Great idea. Yeah, five and a half mill sounds about right for our commission. Kat and Henn, you guys will each get a cool mill off the top. You’ve both earned it.”

I nod emphatically. A million each is exactly what I’d had in mind.

“Are youserious?” Kat squeals. “You’re gonna give me amilliondollars?”

“You deserve it,” Jonas says.

Kat squeals again and leaps up to hug Jonas, jiggling her tight little body with excitement, and then moves on to kiss Sarah full on the mouth.

Oh, Jesus. That’s it. I give up. I’ve got to kiss this woman right now. Waiting ’til we’re alone is a fucking pipe dream. Whatever she wants, yes, I’ll do it. I don’t fucking care anymore. She told me her shit, I’ll tell her mine. I’ve got to have her, no matter the price.

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