Page 31 of Assassin

They couldn’t have children, but they could practice over and over again until they were both old.

As she did her worst, Remmy was braced for the indescribable pleasure that he knew was going to overcome him.

She could have this canvas.

This might be their new fun.

He could picture them rolling around in paint all of the time, until all of the walls were covered with their lovemaking.

Now, that was how you decorated a home.

As she ran her nails across his abs, his body shook. It was always that rush of heat and then the ecstasy of her hands on his body.

He almost came from that alone.

Yeah, that’s how much he wanted and needed her.

As she blew across his erection, Remmy moaned in pleasure. He was struggling not to get wild, simply because he wanted her to enjoy his body.

So they could make their art.

But by God, he needed more.

He needed all.

And he was willing to take it.

“Remington,” she whispered, getting his full attention right before she was licking his erection from base to tip.

Jesus.

This was how he wanted to go. If he could pick his way off the big blue ball, it would be with not-so-blue balls.

It would most definitely be on a canvas, in his hidey-hole, with her.

Forever.

Before he could say anything, the wild ride began, and Remmy knew there was no getting off until Calyx had decided he could.

She was proving who was in control, and it wasn’t him.

Definitely not.

She was driving the pleasure bus, and he was at her mercy.

Oh, and he liked it.

His Calyx was no shy flower, and he loved that about her. She was sturdy, badass, and tough.

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

She was the opposite of Karen.

In NOLA, she needed to be. Because of that tenacity and toughness, he didn’t have to worry she’d go down without a battle.

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