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Reaching out, I grabbed her hair, getting it out of the way, and wrapping it around my hand as she lowered down, as my cock slid into her warm, wet mouth.
My hips bucked up into her mouth at the sudden sensation, but she was taking over fast, sucking me fast and deep, over and over, doing little twists, her hand cupping my balls.
I could have let her keep going.
But then my hand was pulling, yanking her back by her hair until my cock left her mouth.
I’d been fantasizing about being inside of her again since the moment she’d walked away from me.
I wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to have it finally happen again.
Taking my cue, she moved away, her soft hair slipping over my hand as she moved to stand in front of me.
Her hands slid under her skirt—another short, black number, but this one a tighter material, not a cut off jean type—and snagged her panties, pulling them slowly down, a swatch of black material slipping down her long legs, before she was stepping out of them entirely.
I reached into my pocket for my wallet, then the condom, slipping it on.
Then she was moving over me again…
CHAPTER SIX
Rynn
I’d been on a job in the club.
That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy the occasional drunken night dancing. But I typically chose to do that while dragging Josie with me, both of us letting our hair down, and enjoying each other, trying to ignore all the dudes who were just looking for a fuck.
I didn’t go to clubs alone for obvious reasons.
Except, of course, when I wasn’t drinking, when I was focusing on the work itself.
Sure, I made myself seem stumbling and uninhibited. It went with the cover. But I was actually laser-focused, and getting shit done.
It was an easy job, all things said.
One hour of work.
Quick five grand.
Not exactly ‘rolling in it’ money, but, hey, who would turn down five grand for an hour of their life?
Not me.
That was money for the nest egg.
I was just about finished with the job when I felt it. That prickly feeling on the back of my neck. That absolute certainty that someone was watching me.
It was a skill most women learned early, being acutely aware of predators all around. It was one I’d honed even more as I started working in a, let’s say… less than reputable sort of business. One that could literally mean life or death if I took the wrong job and got caught doing it.
So I felt the eyes.
Then, as I moved outside, I felt the presence behind me.
But, again, I wasn’t a damn idiot.
I deliberately walked past storefronts with plate glass windows, sliding my gaze to the side to watch the reflections as we moved.
It wasn’t easy work.
