Page 122 of Prince Charming

He wanted to taste her smile and feel it stretching for his tongue.

“That deal is in your favor.”

She nodded with a shy smile. “There is too much cursing in action movies, I learn little.”

“And you do from people kissing?”

“Oh, yes. Very much. Stop complaining, I won’t tell anyone you liked it. It shall be our secret.”

He’d let her have her way, only because she was so happy in the moment. Sprawling out on the lazy-boy chair, he beckoned her to him with a motion of his twin fingers. “If I have to watch this mushy crap, you gotta lie on top of me.”

She pretended to look scandalized but climbed on.

“What did you call it earlier? Killer sex? Behave, we can’t have more killer sex, Luke. My body is tired.”

He grunted low in his throat.We’ll see, darlin’.

Tag hoped he didn’t get called into the club tonight, because shifting from this position would be next to impossible. Squeezing her hip, he waited until she was comfortable with her head on his shoulder, before he slid a hand into the back of her leggings, palming the fullness of her ass cheeks.

Now this he could get used to.

He’d watch any old shit on the box if he did it with his hands all over her and his mind conjuring up what position he’d bend her in next.

She slept soundly in his bed for the next four nights.

At 2 a.m. the last thing he’d wanted to do was climb out of his bed and leave her. One last look. He closed the bedroom door, knowing he’d be back before she woke.

She was meant to belong to him.

Nothing would convince Tag otherwise.

He took the stairs quietly, putting his thick-soled boots on at the bottom.

Now he had to solidify their future.

THIRTY

“Are you sure we can’t keep him, boss?” – Marco

Bitter January air nipped at Tag’s cheeks as he strode down the pathway from his house. Catching sight of the car idling on the corner, he headed toward the black Merc. It was the driver, Marco, who stepped out and offered Tag a smile. Tag was wearing a black sheepskin coat, the other guy had on a long-padded overcoat, gloves, and a beanie hat.

“Holy shit, no one said it would be Alaska kind of cold here.” He said, plumes of air drifted out of his mouth.

“Where you from?”

“Originally New York, but I travel all over.”

“Gets cold there too.”

“Dunno, feels like my balls are gonna fall off.”

Tag smirked and reached inside his coat, bringing out a white envelope. “Then let’s make this swift so we can both get back into the warmth.”

“Sure thing.” Marco had his own envelope. Because Tag was no dummy, he waited for his to be handed over first before he gave Marco the money.

Tag used the light on his phone to check over the papers and passports. He was no expert, but everything he looked for was on the fake documents. There were even travel stamps in both Marianna’s and Galina’s passports, giving them an authentic feel.

“Tell your boss thanks.”

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