Page 4 of Dirty Money

"I love your taste. I knew you'd be delicious from the moment I saw you."

I still can't seem to say a thing. I don't even know his name, nor he mine. Then he pushes my legs apart so his large frame can fit, and he starts his torture once more. I grab his hair and pull him and his tongue closer to my core. I'm lost in the pleasure he's giving me when I feel him insert a finger, teasing my channel.

"Oh my god, I'm so close. Suck my clit!"

It was pretty bold of me to give this man an order, but he didn't seem to mind and responded immediately by circling my clit with his tongue. The pleasure intensifies, and I'm almost riding his face now. It's like my hips have a mind of their own. Then he covers my bundle of nerves with his mouth, and I completely unravel.

"Yes, yes!" I shout to the room.

He doesn't let go of my clit immediately and lets me ride the rest of my orgasm with him still pleasuring me. When he lets go, he looks at me, and I can see my arousal covering his lips and chin. I've never seen anything so hot.

"You like that tigress? Then you'll love what I'm going to do next."

I gulp and reach for him. Who cares about names anyway?

Chapter 3

Jason

Iwake up with the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms. She has short, fiery red hair and freckles on the bridge of her nose. I have to be honest with myself and admit I've never had a night like the one I lived with this pixie last night. I take a few minutes to just look at her sleeping and wonder what precisely I'm going to do with this little thief.

Suddenly, green eyes are looking at me beneath the longest lashes I've ever seen. I can't really decipher the look on her face, so I wait for some sort of reaction. She blinks, gives me a seductive smile, and whispers something I almost can't catch.

"You're not a dream."

"I'm very real, pixie."

I managed to convince her last night to move to my suite, promising more fun, and I delivered. But today, I'm hungry for more than her body. I want information.

"How much do you owe, Pix?"

"I'd rather not talk about that."

She gets up hastily, the bedsheets clutched against her front, hiding the treasures I've already tasted all night long. I still want her, but I need answers.

"If you don't talk to me, I can't help you."

"Is there any way we could get some coffee sent up?"

"Of course."

I pick up the phone and call room service. I order several things for breakfast and hang up. She's still sitting next to me, but she looks haunted. I kneel behind her in the bed and start massaging her shoulders. She gives a lusty moan and lowers her head, letting me take care of her. That's something I've never felt before—the need to take care of someone else.

I've lived most of my life as a loner, even when paired up at the FBI. It's partly why I left them and started my own security company. But being the boss is not easy, and I've had to work harder than I’d ever thought to make my business one of the top in its field.

I'm able to work the knots of tension on Pix's shoulders, and after a while, she puts her hand on top of mine.

"Thank you. I needed that. Last night included."

There's a knock at the door, and I go open it for room service. The gentleman sets up breakfast at the table and is gone as quickly as he appears. I go to one of the closets and get one of my T-shirts out. I toss it in her direction and disappear into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I turn away from the sink, I see her at the door peeking at me. She looks as cute as a button in my shirt, and I feel a primal need to conquer her. Her body, her heart, whatever she'll let me.

"I gotta pee." She tells me.

I move out of her way and serve us some coffee. I realize I'm only in my boxers and grab a T-shirt to cover up. We sit silently at the suite's table and sip our coffees. I'm a very patient man and can wait her out.

"Why do you want to help me?" she asks finally.

"I don't really know. From the moment I saw you through the security feed, I just knew I had to help you."

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