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It was just as well that they were trained professionals. If they could snap a man’s neck without so much as blinking, they could ignore the effect she had on them for the duration of their detail. Patrick had trusted them with her, whatever his connection to her and her aunt, and they weren’t going to touch her.
They also planned to honor Patrick’s wish of no questions asked, but she certainly had a few.
First, she had no idea that she had an aunt. She thought Montgomery was joking. And she bribed them with a stone, half a bar of chocolate, and her panties… to get rid of them.
Fuck.
He didn’t need to have a full-on conversation with both Aston and Keaton to know what they were both thinking.
Underneath that skirt of hers, as she stood ramrod straight, staring at the closed elevator doors and probably praying they would just open for her…
she was naked.
The same skirt molded her naked curves like second skin and made their cocks ache because her panties were in Keaton’s pocket.
Keeping their eyes off her stunning round ass was harder than a session of torture at the hands of some irate kingpin whose operation they had blown to smithereens.
Keeping their hands off her…
Without a backward glance, she scurried out of the elevator, her heels clicking against the tiled floor in her haste, her hips swaying to the best of her steps, then slipped through the revolving doors.
Aston, Keaton, and he barely increased their pace. She was a fragile little butterfly. There wasn’t anywhere in the world she could get to without them following her. As per their assignment.
They watched her toss her oversized handbag onto the passenger seat of her car, then climb into the driver’s seat as fast as she could.
"One of us should go with her," Aston said without much conviction because he knew.
"Fuck no. Did you see the slit in the front of her skirt? And I have her panties in my fucking pocket," Keaton said, unnecessarily because they had all seen it and they all knew where her panties were. They were in sync with each other enough to know that if he or Aston had been the one closest to her to pick up her panties, they would have done it.
It was a sure-fire way to shut her up, because every time her red lips moved, their cocks hardened with the ferocious need to feel those luscious lips wrapped around their thickness, messing up her lipstick, teaching her how to deepthroat them, and then coming in her mouth when she gagged for them.
She needed to stop talking, and if Keaton hadn’t done it, she would have never stopped. They had heard enough from her to know that she wasn’t the kind to run out of words. Sometimes they had to go in there and play with the monster to control him.
In her case, it was a succubus because that was where she would haunt them the most. In their dreams.
"We just need to debrief," Beckett said as they climbed into their four-wheel drive. They may have had their balance thrown off course at the sight of her, but that lasted for all of under an hour. They were highly trained professionals. They could keep their dicks in their pants.
"Yeah. Definitely, the strangest assignment we’ve ever been on."
"Thirty days can’t come soon enough," Aston added.
"Thirty days, and we don’t fucking touch her."
Chapter Four
Rayne kept peeking at her rearview mirror. It didn’t look like they had followed her. Maybe they were equally done with the whole bizarre situation. Maybe her bribes had worked, and they were going to leave her alone.
Oh, god, Keaton still had her panties in his pocket.
But why hadn’t she demanded them back? It was one of her favorites, too. Anyone else, and she would have challenged them into giving it back to her. But no, she had run—literally. It was too much. The weird way they made her feel wasn’t something she was equipped to handle.
She had never experienced anything like it, but it was over, thankfully.
Maybe her panties had scared them off.
She chewed her lip and frowned heavily, then told herself to stop. Everything was fine.
She heaved out a massive sigh of relief and relaxed her whole body. She asked her phone to call Sarah, Sarah Green, the only friend she had ever known in all her life. There was about a nine-year age gap between them, and Sarah was married to a wonderful guy with two kids, aged six and six months, but they were inseparable BFFs.
