Page 27 of Cash

What the hell had I done?

There was no denying I’d done some pretty stupid shit over the years, but fucking Cash Philips had to be the dumbest and most reckless. That coming from a woman who killed people for a living was saying a lot.

I continued the perusal of myself in the mirror, my gaze catching on a love bite—no, not a love bite, just a bite. A perfect outline of Cash’s teeth on the side of my boob. A smaller one on my shoulder. Another faint one on my neck. I didn’t need to turn and look to know I had one or two on my ass cheeks and there had to be a few between my thighs seeing as he’d spent a lot of time there.

I was nowhere near a virgin. I had very few hangups about sex. I liked what I liked, and I had no problem asking, or if need be demanding, I get it. I was also used to being in control. Last night, I had no control and every time I tried to take it Cash had wrested it out of my grasp. It was annoying and scary and amazing and spectacular. I didn’t know sex could be all it had been last night. I had never had an orgasm I hadn’t in some way given myself. Cock was cock. Some men knew how to use theirs better than others, but my hand was always needed.

Until Cash.

My participation wasn’t needed.

Which swung back to fucking Cash was the biggest mistake of my life. He’d ruined sex for me. There would be no getting away from the asshole. I would forever compare every sexual partner with him.

Wait.

What the hell was I thinking?

I had only had a few days left before I went home to Cara. Then there would be no more men, no sex, no seeking out my drug of choice when my demons came calling and I needed something to give me a reprieve. Just a minute of peace where I wasn’t thinking about neglect and dysfunction and hatred. Pleasure was a miracle cure. Sure it didn’t last very long but I was a beggar and beggars got what they got. I took my few minutes and savored them like my life depended on it. Because sometimes it did.

Now I had Cara.

She would have to get me through.

I’d live vicariously through her and give her everything I never had.

So, no more sex.

Of course, Karma would hit and I’d end my sexual existence on a high note. She’d give me a taste of the best sex of my life then take it away.

It was nothing less than I deserved.

Four more days, then I was gone.

If I was lucky, which I rarely was, Kira would have Cash’s cheat sheet ready, and we’d have a target package or a few of them and we could get to work.

Nothing like trying to save the world on a tight time schedule.

With one last glance of my naked body, I walked out of the bathroom to get ready for my day. A day in which I would ignore the way my muscles ached. Nor would I think about the seven orgasms Cash had given me and the three he’d taken for himself. The only regret I had was I never got his long, thick shaft in my mouth. And it wasn’t for lack of effort on my part. I felt my lips twitch remembering the way Cash, justly and without prevarication, explained he didn’t trust my teeth anywhere near his cock. Normally that would’ve been a smart play. But last night I was in the unusual mode to give more than I was taking.

And now, that chance was lost to me.

Story of my life.

The universe giveth and then it taketh tenfold.

Thirty minutes later I was descending the stairs when I felt it.

The vibe was off.

I didn’t need to see who was in the house to know something was wrong.

The air crackled with it.

As a child born into evil and chaos I couldn’t remember a time I didn’t know how to read the feel of a room as I entered it. Sometimes it was the difference between a beating or being screamed at. Over the years I’d honed my skills—I didn’t even need to be fully in a room before I knew.

I hit the living room, scanned the occupants, their facial expressions, the body language, the way the chests rose and fell with their breaths.

Kira was sitting on the floor, her laptop on the coffee table, typing away at her computer—normal.