Page 45 of On Your Knees

She has to fucking want it. Does she get wet every time she sees me? I know I’m always hard in her presence.

Fuck.

I’m so close to coming. So close to coming to visions of Eva on her knees, her long blonde hair tumbling around her perfect fucking tits. I bet they’re exquisite. I try to imagine them, wishing I could catch one glimpse of them.

I keep jerking off, my dick ready to explode. Would she suck me? Would she swallow me whole? I bet she would. I bet she’d do whatever it takes to get me off. To make me come. I picture coming on her face. I picture coming on her tits. On her ass. On her fucking pussy. I picture it all with her.

“Fuck,” I roar out, my release slamming into me like a ton of bricks. “Fuck, Eva.” I need this woman badly.

I don’t even care anymore.

I don’t care if she thinks I’m a priest. I’m fucking not.

I’m not a man of the cloth, and next time I see her I’m going to show her how wicked I can be. How I can own her body.

I clean up my mess, trying my best to concentrate on anything else, but how can I?

My phone rings in my pocket, and I check the caller id.

Vin.

“What?” I say into the phone, still a bit out of breath.

“Whoa, what’s up with you?”

I breathe in deep, letting it out slowly before I begin, “I’m just tired, man. I want to be done with this assignment once and for all.”

“I get that. Listen, I looked into that Christopher Matthews like you asked. Do you know who his number one client is?”

“Lazarus?”

“Not quite. He’s got only one client, and it’s some shell corporation called Blackfriar.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We’re looking into it, but guess who’s the managing partner listed on the company’s paperwork.”

“Lazarus?” I ask again.

“Enzo Gabini.”

“No fucking way. I think Enzo may have killed Gregory Saunders.”

“What makes you think that?”

I shake my head, not quite sure of where I’m going with my thoughts. “Lazarus said at the club tonight that they were celebrating, and said Enzo took care of a problem.”

“Things are happening quickly. I know they’re moving a shipment of girls, so keep your eyes peeled.”

I scrub a hand down my jaw. “On it.” I hang up with him and I slump back into my chair.

I want to know everything I can about Christopher Matthews, and there’s only one person who I can talk to about him. Only one person who at a time knew him best.

You up?

Eva: Yes, why?

Can I come over? Have some questions for you.

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