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Fuuuck, I'm gonna blow my load right here and now if she keeps this up.
But before things get too intense, she stands, tosses her hair--and I can't resist the low growl that slips past my lips when she faces me and straddles me, her lips close to my ear.
"Do you want me, Gunnar?" she breathes.
"Fuck yes," I mutter.
"I'll be yours...if you get me out of here," she purrs.
I jerk back slightly, startled. Okay...yeah, this ain't quite right. "What?" I start, but she covers my mouth with a kiss.
I groan, forget how big of a mistake this is.
"Do you believe in fate?" she whispers against my lips. "Because I do. I've known I was supposed to be yours since the second you stepped foot in this club last night."
She works her hips against me, my brow furrowing as I hold back an orgasm. Her body moves in perfect sync with the music,her hips rotating against my throbbing erection. I can feel her wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her panties, and my desire for her only grows stronger.
"Yes," I whisper between kisses. "I believe in fate."
Aisling smiles, her eyes shining with desire. "Then let's make a deal, Gunnar. If you get me out of here, I'll be yours."
I nod, though I can't say yes to that. I want to,fuck, I want to...but I'm just a grunt in our operation, and she belongs to our biggest rival.
Her breath hitches, and she lets out the sweetest sigh...then she grabs my hand and puts it between her legs. She's so damn wet, slick soaking through her thong, and I run my fingers through her folds to find her pussy clenching.
"I do this for a living, but I don't react like this to just anyone," she whispers. "I want to be yours, Gunnar, but I can't. Not yet."
I stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Why not?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She bites her lip, her eyes burning with desire. "I can't be with you if I'm stuck in Dreamland," she says, her voice a hushed whisper. "If I want a chance at freedom, I'm going to need your help."
I take a deep breath, my mind spinning with thoughts of betrayal and danger. But as I look into her eyes, I can see the truth in her words.
She's a prisoner.
And she needs my help, Rook and Luka and Vance fucking Solace be damned.
"Okay," I say, my voice barely above a breath. "I'll help you."
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she leans forward to kiss me. It's a slow, deep, bruising kiss, and I gasp when she catches my lip between her teeth and bites.
She draws blood.
Marks me.
And that's when I lose all control and come.
I grind my hips against her, keeping my hand between her legs and yanking her thong aside so I can play with her clit. Aisling tilts her head back and her jaw drops, and then she's coming, too, clenching against my fingertips.
When she pulls back, those plum-purple lips are stained red. She licks my blood away, still straddling me.
"We can only talk here," she whispers. "Where they aren't really listening. Come back soon, okay?"
She pushes off of my chest and stands up, righting her clothes.
"You're leaving?" I ask.
"I don't want to attract suspicion," she says. She slides the thong down her hips, and my jaw drops as she puts it in my hand, closing my fingers around it with a smirk. "And besides...I need to go get cleaned up and changed. You ruined my outfit, Gunnar Finch."
