Page 61 of Lunar Crest University

But I’ve never been thegoodguy, the guy with morals who made all the right decisions because I was a good person. I’m a retired hitman, for fuck’s sake. I used to murder dozens of people for money, and I never lost a wink of sleep over it.

Getting caught with Finley should have deterred me, and at first, I think I made myself believe that was why I was staying away. But I don’t give a fuck about being caught, not really. It was just agoodexcuse to use, an excuse that told Finley that Ididhave morals, that I wasn’t some guy who found pleasure in coating my hands with another person’s blood.

The thought of scaring her away worries me more than losing my job.

Fuck.

The dinner that was supposed to happen last night was pushed to tonight instead, hence the reason I’m pacing back and forth in the lobby, awaiting Finley’s arrival down the marble steps across the room. The thought of a private dinner for the two of us has my palms itching to touch her again. I already know she’s going to be an enigma when she comes down those stairs—she always is—but the bundle of nerves in my stomach tightens anyway.

The first thing I see is Finley’s black heels amongst the swirl of white and gray marble on the stairs before she comes into full view. They’re chunky with a thin strap andfuck. Her porcelain legs are so long, guiding my gaze to her black, skin-tight dress. It hugs her curves perfectly, and the spaghetti straps showcase her collarbone and chest. Her dark hair falls in waves down her back, and she’s wearing a dark lipstick I can’t wait to smear off later.

I swallow as she approaches. “You look beautiful.”

Her cheeks redden as she bites her lip. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I cock my head at her as I reach up to brush my knuckles against the pink that dances along her face. “Jesús, Finley. I don’t know if we’ll make it to the restaurant.”

I want to fuck her so bad.

She swats my hand away with a snicker. “But I’m hungry.”

Intertwining her fingers with mine, she tugs me toward the entrance to the lobby. As we step out into the cool night air, the wind blows her hair back, exposing her neck for me to press a kiss to the base of her throat from behind. A tiny giggle bursts from her lips as she leans into my touch, and the way she arches into me slightly makes my cock strain in my pants.

I revel in the way she laughs for me and the smell of her familiar perfume before she tugs me toward our cab.

The dark sky is speckled with stars—a big change from the constant clouds that hover constantly in Lunar Crest. It’s just as chilly, but at least it’s dry. I’d take this over the rain that occurs nearly every other day back home.

I notice the way Finley’s skin pebbles from the cold as we climb into our cab, and I shimmy out of my overcoat before draping it across her shoulders. She sends me a sweet smile as she presses herself into my side, basking in the warmth.

“Won’t you get cold?” she asks softly.

“Estoy bien,” I assure her, wrapping my arm around her as my other hand rests on her thigh. “It’s kind of hot in here, actually.”

“Hot?” Her head perks up as she glances up at me. “It’s freezing.”

I tsk playfully as my fingers trail up her leg. “You don’t think it’s hot in here?”

“Luca.”

She stifles her laugh as she grasps my hand, but she doesn’t push me away. It’s dark outside, so the driver can’t see the way I creep up further, caressing her inner thigh. She doesn’t stop that movement either. As I gaze down at her, I see the way her full lips part faintly as she looks down at my hand, dangerously close to the hem of her dress.

“What if he sees?” she murmurs quietly, peeking up at me with wide eyes.

“As long as you’re quiet…” I trail off, my voice barely above a whisper as I push my hand beneath her dress. “And you can keep your face composed…”

I freeze as my fingers find she’snot wearing any fucking underwear.

“No panties?” I rasp into her ear. “Bad girl.”

Her hips buck forward into my hand, searching for more as a tiny gasp filters through her mouth. I press my thumb against her clit, and she bites down harshly on her bottom lip.

“You ripped the last ones,” she says weakly.

“And I told you I’d buy you more, didn’t I?”

She goes to say something else but holds her breath in a quiet gasp as my finger slips between her folds. Her hand reaches down to hold my wrist, pushing me harder into her slick cunt. Her legs splay out as I finger fuck her, watching as she struggles to keep her composure.

Pressing my lips to her ear, I say, “This pretty little dress is awfully short, Finley. Were you hoping someone else would catch a peek of what’s underneath tonight?”

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