Gene seemed unconcerned, because he stripped her out of her slip and tucked her under the newly straightened covers.
She managed to lift an arm toward him. "Stay. Don't you want..." She ended that sentence with a yawn.
He stood away from the bed, apparently having no difficulty understanding her suggestion. "Not tonight, gorgeous. Awake is a must for me.”
“Please," she said, no longer sure what she was asking for. He’d done heavenly things to her, and she was loathe to let it end.
“I'll stay for a little." He climbed into bed and spooned right behind her. She felt him encircle her with his strong arms, cradling her back against the furnace of his warm chest.
There was so much she wanted to say. Tell him. And…
Chapter5
Sean could tell the moment Lillian fell asleep. Her breathing slowed and relaxed completely.
Drawing back inch by inch, he extricated his arms from their position.
His own body protested bitterly at the loss. It knew very well fulfillment was inches away, and his hard-on didn’t give a shit if Sean had fulfilled his mission.
Every man had a price, a spot where they would lose control, and damn it, Lillian Hernandez brought him right to the brink. It was a fucking good thing she hadn’t tested him. With the slightest amount of pressure, he would have broken.
She clearly had no idea how attractive she was or how delicious she tasted. He couldn’t imagine anyone had ever suggested this passionate woman was passive. Any man who couldn’t enjoy a little bossiness in the bedroom didn’t deserve to call himself a man.
Bossy wasn’t even the word, though he would let her boss him around any day. Sean had never had time for women who expected him to call every shot. Who would know what they liked better than they did?
Hell, he was so lucky that Lillian hadn’t asked him to put his cock inside of her. After she tortured him with those tequila shots and then opened up while she had been spanking him, he was ready to fall on her like a wild beast.
Maybe next time she’d ask.
His cock throbbed loudly in agreement, and he stopped short.
God dammit, horniness had made him forget everything he was supposed to know.
He stalked as quietly as possible into the living room and found his discarded shirt and pants.
She was a job. There wouldn’t be a next time.
Sean dressed, ignoring the continued throbbing of his dick. Refastening his pants was more difficult than he’d expected because his cum gun was fully loaded and ready to fire. Good thing it was after 1:00 a.m. and the trick-or-treaters were gone for the night, or he’d frighten them.
He let himself out and took cash out of his wallet to flag down a cab. No need to have a paper trail, and tonight’s cell phone was Department issued. He checked her building one more time, noting the locked door. She’d used the key to enter, and there was some type of code for keyless entry.
The taxi driver was happy to take his overpayment, and Sean spent the ride to his place trying to keep his brain on the write-up he’d need to complete tomorrow and not on the roaring ache in his crotch.
Only when he was at the safety of his own home did he call Charlie and briefly tell her he’d accomplished the mission and would debrief tomorrow. She confirmed she’d see him then at her police station.
Finally, he took off his pants, shirt, mask, and underwear with a sigh of relief. His personal cell phone was beeping, so he took it with him to the bathroom. There he threw out the purple contacts and saw his green eyes were only slightly red-rimmed.
“Hey, Sean. It’s Royce. Me and Mandy want to know if you can meet us this weekend for brunch.” At least that’s what Sean thought his younger brother said because the noise of a party raged in the background.
Better not be thinking with your dick again.
Sean tapped the text into his phone and deleted it. Drunk texting was a terrible idea. His salary was practically paid by the endless number of poorly thought-out drunk texts leading to domestic disturbances and drug deals gone bad.
Besides, if anybody was thinking with his cock, it was Sean right now.
The poor thing wasn’t having a good day. When he’d been called in to take the assignment, they told him to shave everything, so he shaved off every single solitary piece of red hair, including his balls. Better she think he had some type of weird fetish and was bald than recognize him as a redhead.
He checked his skin, which was still smooth, though his cock was more purple than red right now. How long did you have to go with an erection before you saw a doctor? Three hours? Four hours? Ten hours?
