Page 88 of Assassin

“I tell you what. If you can guess definitively as to whether or not I’m in panties, I’ll give you a prize.”

“Do I get to pick my prize?” he asked, grateful to be distracting her.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then, yes, you have on a G-string. It’s going to be lacy, pretty, and so scandalously small I’m going to cum in my pants thinking about it.”

She stared.

“Why do I think you cheated?”

He shrugged.

“Am I right, Aly?”

She nodded.

“Tell me it’s black and lacy,” he said, working himself up, and making her wet. He could always tell when she flushed red.

“Maybe you should let me show you.”

He grinned.

“Take it all off, Baby. Show me what you have,” he said, rubbing his hands together.

Aly needed a distraction, and it had been a couple of days since she felt calm. Right now, she was so distracted by what happened in Boston, and them being betrayed by the Russians, that sex kinda fell away.

Now, she wanted it.

Oh, she wanted Jax. His body was enough to make her forget.

Thankfully.

Pulling off her shirt, she had on her holster over another t-shirt.

As he watched, she began disarming.

There were five guns, two knives, and brass knuckles. It looked like he knew his woman pretty damn well. She was ready for battle.

“God, I love a badass babe,” he admitted, enjoying the show.

She giggled.

“Take off that shirt, Aly. Show me those fabulous breasts of yours.”

She did as he asked, and tossed him her shirt. The whole time, he stared at her breasts, and the bra holding them.

“The pants,” he begged. “Take them off for me.”

Undoing the small zipper on the side, she peeled out of the pants, and when she turned, there was the G-string.

And he’d been right.

It was black and lacy.

When she turned toward him, now out of her pants, the front of the G-string was so tiny, it made him want to do really wild and wicked things.

When she reached behind her back, and set her breasts free, Jax went wild.

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