Page 48 of No Lies No Promises

“Yeah, but hearing it again couldn’t hurt.” She loops her arms around my neck, pulling me into a slow, heated kiss.

As we come up for air, I glance up at the cameras.

Safehouse, dumbass.

Grabbing her hand, I laugh, race her to the apartment, and lock the door behind us. We leave a trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bedroom, where she backs me toward the mattress.

“You first.” Naked, gorgeous, she kneels between my legs. Her fingers wrap around my length as she takes me into her mouth.

Synapses fire. Blood rushes below my belt. Nothing can compare to the way her eyes flick to mine while she sucks me off.

Wish I were a poet. “I love you” is the best I can do.

She cups my balls.

When my tip hits the back of her throat, it’s exquisite torture. “I’m there, sweetheart. Don’t have to—”

All at once, she lets go with a pop, her grin pure mischief. “I think we should get a priest… or a rabbi to bless these.”

“What’re you talking about?” I moan as she squeezes my testicles.

“It’s not right. Being nondenominational and all. We ought to christen them. What do you prefer? Universalist? Baptist? Church of Latter-day Saints?”

“Babe, you’re killing me here.” My cock is about to blow.

“We could make them Catholics.” Like a dripping ice cream cone, she licks around my tip.

My groan doesn’t sound like me at all. “Lent.” I gasp. “Won’t work. Can’t eat meat on Friday.”

She snickers. “Ha! What religion are you?”

I hiss. “Jesus, Lilly. Stop teasing.”

As I start to rise, she takes me in fully. One pull and I come hard. Bucking, my cum spurts down her throat. There’s so much liquid, she can’t swallow it all.

Holy hell, what she does to me.

It takes a second for my brain cells to reboot. Once they’re back online, I tug her up my body until our mouths meet.

Heady stuff. I grin at my double entendre.

Poet. Yep, that’s me.

Favoring my uninjured side, I flip her onto her back and spread her legs. Breathing in her pheromones, not touching her, I wait for her slick clit to swell, a silent plea for my tongue.

Smart. Beautiful. Deadly. Mine.

“Mouth, please.” She pants and arches up. “Anytime now.”

“Whoever said paybacks are a bitch was an idiot.”

Done teasing, my tongue flicks out. Her tiny moans reignite my desire. A curled finger inside her has her screaming out my name. As she comes, I climb up her body, plunge inside her, and ride the high.

After the sex haze fades, I nibble her neck. “Time to break out the computers. Dante is counting on us.”

“Yup. Coming.” She snickers. “I mean…be right there.”

Soon, we sit at the kitchen table, multiple tabs filled with credit card statements and LLC ownership records. I have cash deposits from questionable sources, just under the reporting threshold.