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“You were kicked out?” The look of shock on her face is cute, like she doesn’t think I could do anything wrong.

“No.” I shake my head. “I stopped some bad men from doing bad things to innocent kids. I was asked to keep quiet about it, and they asked me not to re-up for another tour.”

Her brow wrinkles. “What bad things?”

I run my fingers over her forehead. “They won’t do them anymore. I made sure of it.” I wink.

She stares into my eyes like she’s trying to get a grasp on me.

“You’re a very dangerous man, aren’t you?” She cups my cheek.

“I am, yes.” I won’t lie to her. No matter what, I will always tell her the truth. “But I’m not dangerous to you.”

“Why?” She tilts her head to the right.

“Because you’re good. And I’m only dangerous to the monsters of the world.”

She smiles. “I like that.”

“You do?” I chuckle.

“I do. There are a lot of monsters.” She sighs.

I squeeze her hips.

“There are.” I kiss her chin. “I want you to do something for me, if you think you can. If it’s too hard, you have to promise to tell me.” I harden my voice a fraction. I won’t have her pretending with me. I need to trust she knows where her limits are.

“What is it?”

“Do you still have that FBI lady’s card?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to get a message to her that you’ve remembered something, and you want to talk to her. Tell her you want to meet her down at her office.”

“But I haven’t remembered anything.”

“I know, but I want to talk to her.”

She shrugs. “I don’t think it will help, but sure.”

She moves, like she’s going to climb off my lap, but I hold her steady.

“Not yet, little bird.” I work her thin T-shirt up her torso until her breasts are exposed and right in front of me.

She laughs. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since you walked out here with your nipples peeking out of this little shirt.” I lock eyes with her then lean in, taking a nipple between my teeth and biting down.

She hisses, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve heard. I kiss the valley between her breasts and move to the other side, licking her, teasing the little nub into attention before clamping my teeth down on her.

“That feels…so good.” She looks down at me.

“Take these shorts off, little bird.” I slap her ass.

She jumps off my lap and I manage to get my own pants off before she’s ready to climb back on.

“Wait,” I order, pointing at her. “First, you pull your shirt up and tuck it between your teeth.”

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