“What can I say, I’m a giver.”
“You certainly are,” I say as I nuzzle her chest. In my haste to be inside her, I hadn’t stripped her of her dress so my face can’t motorboat her tits. “Does that mean we’ll be living together?”
“Yep.”
“And what about Sergei?” I ask her.
“He can too.”
“Sergei doesn’t play well with others,” I explain to her.
“Oh,” she says her mouth forming the perfect O.
“I’ll buy him something in Ibiza. We don’t have a place there yet.”
“You’re just going to buy a house, just like that?” she questions me.
“Yeah, just like that,” I tell her as my lips connect with her neck. “I’m rich, Wildcat. I’ve invested my money wisely. Say the word and I’ll give it all up for you.”
Grace stills. “You would give up killing people for me if I asked you?”
“Yes. I don’t need any more money. I was doing it as I had nothing else in my life, but now I have you,” I confess to her.
“What about Sergei?” she asks.
“He’s getting old and probably wouldn’t mind retiring.”
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly,” I say with a grin.
“Will you miss it?” she asks.
“Miss killing people?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. There must be enjoyment in it for you to do it.”
“Wouldn’t call it enjoyment, but I’m good at it,” I explain as my tongue slides down her neck making her shiver.
“And just like that, poof, no more killing people?” she asks.
“Well, there are some people on my hit list that I want to get rid of. I’m doing those for free. But yes, no more killing people for money,” I say, leaving that caveat in.
“You forget I’m a lawyer, Max. I can read between the lines,” she states, raising a brow at me.
“Then you know exactly what I meant.” Rolling her onto her back my dick twitches inside her, he’s contemplating a second round.
“Can I take you out for dinner?” The words tumble out of my mouth.
“Like a date?”
“Yeah, like a date,” I say, running my hand through her hair.
“I’d like that.”
Smiling down at her, I lean forward and give her a kiss. “Go get ready. I need to head to my apartment and get changed.”
“You have an apartment in Paris, too?”