Dirty Dealers

I slide my fingers along his collar thinking about those final seconds. “How did he die?” I’m quietly hoping…

“When we got there, he was sitting on the floor. He’d nearly bled out from a knife wound to the neck—under his jaw.”

“But… that didn’t kill him?”

“It probably would have. I had to cut the ropes holding you, and that bastard stabbed my leg.”

“I remember that part.” My fingers tighten on his shoulders. “You were in pain. I heard you, and I didn’t know how bad it was.”

A grin is in his voice now. “I couldn’t believe it. You stabbed him in the fucking face, Kass. You’re a fucking badass.”

I’m going to hell, and I don’t even care. Pride surges through my chest. “Did that kill him?”

“It probably would have. I wasn’t patient enough to wait.”

I lean forward, wrapping my arms around my guy. “You killed him?”

“I finished him off.”

Turning my face, I kiss his neck as I slide my fingers along his beard. “So it really is over.”

Strong arms surround me, and he leans down to find my mouth. I lift my head and cup my hands on each side of his square jaw, kissing him deeply. Our mouths move faster. His lips chase mine, mine chase his, and heat roars to life low in my pelvis.

I thread my fingers in his soft hair. My hips are moving, rocking against his waist, and his hands slide up my thighs and under the filmy skirt I’m wearing. When he reaches the center, my mouth breaks away.

“Oh, god…” I gasp.

Warm lips cover the skin on my neck, but it’s his long fingers tracing a path along the seam of my panties that has me falling apart. They circle, moving closer until…

“Oh, yes!” I moan.

My thighs jump in ecstasy as his fingers glide over my clit, massaging and taunting. He lifts me and turns us so I fall on my back on the bed.

“I’ve missed this so much,” he groans, sliding down my legs and flipping my skirt over my stomach. “I want to taste you.”

He’s on his knees, grasping the sides of my panties and pulling them down and off. Just as fast he spreads my thighs apart, wrapping his arms around them and dragging me across the bed to his mouth.

“Ahh!” I wail as his beard teases my sensitive skin. I’m burning up from the orgasm smoldering in my bloodstream.

His warm tongue makes a slow pass over my clit before moving down and tasting me deeply. My body shivers and tingling heat floods my pelvis.

“Logan! Logan…” I’m on the edge, and he gives me one more slow pass before leaning back to unfasten his jeans.

I hear them slide down, and I’m so wet and ready for his fullness. I lift my hands to reach for him. His hands meet mine, and our fingers entwine just as he leans forward, bracing on his elbows. One hand leaves mine, and he reaches between us, lining his cock up at the entrance to my core.

“Jesus, Sass. You’re so beautiful.” And with a firm thrust, he sinks deep inside, stretching and massaging me in the most erotic way.

I cry out from the delicious feel of him moving faster, hitting my clit as my insides twist and pull together into one irresistible ball. Until with another thrust, and another…

I explode with a loud cry, my back arching off the bed. The pleasure is so

intense, I feel like I’ve left my body. Only his strong arms carry me through the flood of pleasure ravaging my insides.

My hands clutch his broad shoulders. He groans and grinds out my name like a prayer. He’s so close. I lean up and plant my lips on the top of his chest, slipping out my tongue to taste the salt of his sweat. I stretch up to kiss the base of his neck, and when I bite his skin, he erupts.

“Fuck,” he growls holding my body flush against him. He’s in me, filling me, balls deep, and I feel every pulse of his cock as his orgasm jerks him repeatedly.

His head is against my shoulder and with every pulse, he exhales the most amazing low groan. It causes my pussy to clench around him again as if I can’t get enough.