Page 84 of Hit Man
She smiles.
A naughty, naughty smile that fucks with my head. Mission accomplished, her sudden nervousness is gone as quickly as it appeared. Placing my hands on my hips, I cock my head. “Well?”
“My word, is any woman resistant to your charms?”
“You want me to answer that?”
“Hell no.” She laughs again. Her eyes narrow on me and . . .dios mío,she licks her lips before ordering me about. “Take off your pants.”
“Tell me to strip. It sounds sexier.”
“Am I in charge or not?”
“Are.”
“Strip. You can get on your knees and stick out your tongue later.”
“Now we’re talking,” I murmur. Hooking my thumbs in the waistline of my sweatpants, I hold her gaze as I work the material down my body, over my hip bones and ass, thighs, and growing erection, in a slow striptease.
“You did the same thing when I first set eyes on you. Put your thumbs inside the elastic of your underwear before . . . stripping. . . . You caught me staring at you.”
“I wasn’t aware company had arrived.”
“You said you’ll do anything I want. Tell me why you were running across the lawn, barefoot and half-naked?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I felt like an impromptu jog.”
She pulls a face. “Does it have something to do with your security work?”
“Yes. I can’t discuss it.” I grab hold of myself and give my cock a few firm strokes. Redirecting her attention toward the business at hand and off my assignment. She’s too smart for her own good. And the less she knows, the less questions they’ll be moving forward.
Her gaze drops.
Thatta girl.
“Interpol?”
I sigh. “Close. Even more subversive, more in the shadows. Okay?” I release my erection, fold my arms across my chest, and give her my coldest of looks. The kind that saysyou’ve stuck your nose too far into my business.
She drops to her knees.
Grabs a firm hold on my cock.
And as she stares up at me, she takes me into her mouth.
I feel like roaring with pleasure, yet manage a groan as she works her lips up my shaft, over the sensitive tip, before releasing me with a pop.
“I’ve been wondering what you’d be like in my mouth.”
“Ahuevo!”
“What does that mean?” she asks, sticking out her tongue and swirling it over the bulbous head of my cock.
“‘Hell yeah.’”
She grins before licking the full, hardened length of me. “Aheavo!” she tells me, drawing me deep into her mouth.
So bold, my lover is. So beautiful. And naughty . . . so fucking naughty. I weave my fingers through her light chestnut-colored hair, needing to touch her. I skim my thumbs across her temples, her cheekbones, shift lower to caress the few faint freckles on the outer bridge of her nose. Memorizing them with the pads of my thumbs. Storing away for later recollection the feel of her skin, her mouth, her.
