Page 30 of Assassin

“Yes, Baby,” he whispered, his whole body reverberating from the touch of her hands on his flesh.

How was he going to say no to her?

He wasn’t.

When he rolled, to switch up their positions, they left prints of his body across the canvas, and got the paint on her too.

“This better wash out of my hair,” she joked. “Or we’re going to have to explain this to everyone we meet why I look like the rainbow exploded on me.”

He nipped her chin, thinking about the lovemaking, and not the clean-up.

“Oh, I’ll scrub it off you in the shower,” he promised, thinking about taking her there too.

Why not?

“We’ll get clean and dirty all over again.”

That worked for her.

Calyx wasn’t an idiot.

Now, as he was in control, she enjoyed herself. His body was her playground, and Remmy was sexier than sin.

Forcing him to roll again, she ended up on top, and had her wicked way with him.

He whimpered in pleasure as she blew warm breath across his erection. His dick was rock-hard, and she was driving him insane with the torment.

God.

He never wanted this to end.

Ever.

“Come on! Touch me!” he begged. “I need you to stop teasing, Calyx. Please!”

Oh, the warm whiskey voice and desperation made her want to do just that.

When she stroked him with her hand, Remmy fought to stay in control, and it wasn’t easy.

There was nothing sexier than this woman.

NOTHING.

Covered in paint…

God.

Calyx was beautiful. She had blue and orange handprints on her gorgeous breasts, and he definitely knew how they got there.

HIM.

Because she was driving the bus, he let his woman do her worst, simply because he was easy when it came to her.

For years, he fought falling in love over his dead wife’s memory, and now, he was full speed ahead. Remmy wanted everything life had to offer.

He wanted to marry her.

It was only a few days since their abduction, but he wanted to make her his wife. He couldn’t imagine a life without her.

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