Page 11 of Inside Job


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“Do you want me to stop?” I nip at her lips, teasing her with my tongue. “Would you rather I not say anything?”

“No,” she cries out as I back away, grasping at my shoulders. “Keep going. I-I want to hear more.”

The hot syrup dripping from her cunt taunts me, luring me inside her like a siren’s song. I shake as I hold back. “The name, Betty. Who said it? Think hard.” I nip at her lips again.

“I-I don’t remember. I swear, Hawk! Please!” She’s bucking in the chair, almost frantic for me to fuck her and release her from this torture.

I believe her and grab her hips, jerking her forward and plunging deep, hard, harder, driving into her tight pussy over and over. She arches her back when I slam us together and explode, my release erupting out the end of my cock. It triggers hers and she throws her head back, screaming my name as her climax crashes down.

My chest swells with pride. “That’s it, honeybee. Whose cock is between your thighs? Whose cock lives inside your body? Whose pussy is this?”

“Hawk! Hawk!” She comes hard, a full-body orgasm that has her thrashing. I lift her and move to the wall, pressing her back to it and fucking her deep. It doesn’t take long for me to plow her into a second orgasm. I swallow her cries as I growl into her mouth until we’re both drained.

“Oh wow,” she purrs and rests her forehead to my chest as I lower her to the floor. “That was… Lewis!”

I stiffen and grab her shoulders. Did she just fucking call me Lewis? I clench my jaw until it pops. “What?”

“That’s who said it.” She moves out of my grasp as she continues, completely oblivious to the stroke she nearly gave me. When she’s halfway to the center of the room, she turns back again. “It was Lewis. Something about a delivery he was worried would come, but it never did. I didn’t know if it was an actual delivery, or, you know, trouble. That’s all I remember, I swear.”

I face her. “Are you sure?”

She nods, smoothing her hair back from her face. “Positive. What’s that mean? Who’s this Goines person, anyway?”

“Sorry, honeybee.” I give her a long, lingering kiss, and don’t argue when she slips away, murmuring something about a shower. I tuck my dick away and right my clothes, my focus on something other than my Betty’s sweet pussy—for now. Soon enough, I’ll be inside her again where I belong.

But first, I have a leak to track down. Whether Betty knows it or not, she just gave me exactly what I need to uncover the mole. It may not be Lewis Grimm, but he knows more than he’s letting on.

Confronting me, calling me a traitorous outlaw for betraying the family when I went under to spy on the second-tier families, was really fucking stupid. He has no idea why I appeared to have switched sides, by design. How he found out is something I need to get to the bottom of. It concerns me that he may not be the only one who knew of my assignment. If word got out that Mr. Grimm sent me away five years ago to keep tabs on the second-tier families, it could start a war between the main families, one that would threaten the alliance forged to keep the eastern seaboard free of parasites like Goines and Petrov.

And Lewis knows the truth.

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