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“What are you-you doing?” I groan, throwing my head back as her fingers start working my belt. “Fuck, Brett.”

“You talk way too much, you know that?” she grumbles, pulling my pants down to my knees. My cock springs to attention, and she attempts to wrap her hand around the length, frowning when her fingers can’t quite touch. I groan as her hand slides down my length, my entire body lighting on fire from the slight movement.

“Jesus, you’re huge,” she murmurs, shifting it side to side slightly. My ego swells to the size of the house as her mouth widens. I refuse to move, to blink as she pushes her pretty pink tongue out, licking the precum off the tip of my cock. I nearly come undone when she moans at the taste.

My legs shudder as she wraps her lips around me, taking my cock to the back of her throat. Her eyes widen at the third she still has to fit inside, and I chuckle, resting my hand on top of her head and shoving her forward. Brett gags and attempts to pull back, but I shove forward with my palm, pushing my cock past the tight ring at the back of her throat.

Tears form in Brett’s eyes as her lips brush theskin at the base of my cock, and a spark of glee lights my chest at the sight of her purpling face.

“You pushed too far, darling. Now look at you—sobbing on my cock.” I let go of her head, and she reels back, coughing and gasping in precious lungfuls of oxygen. Before she has time to recover, I grab the back of her hair and haul her back up, positioning her mouth at the height of my cock. I suppose it’s stupid. She could easily bite my fucking cock off if she wanted to, but something tells me she won’t. That she wants to be treated this way—gets off on it, even.

“Open,” I command, gripping her jaw and squeezing hard until she complies. Her eyes shoot blue fire as her mouth wraps around my cock, but she doesn’t fight. I push on the back of her head gently, coaxing her to take me deeper and deeper on her own. Ropes of saliva drip from my cock to the floor, accompanied by wet sucking sounds from Brett that send me over the edge.

Fisting her raven hair, I push her head all the way onto my cock, deaf to her gurgles of struggle, or her hands pressing against my hips. Adding the other hand to her head, I hold her in place as I throw my head back, a wave of ecstasy flowing through my veins as my cock pulses thick ropesof cum down her throat. A few seconds later, I pull my cock from Brett’s mouth, and she falls to the side, her eyes hooded and face purple.

“Shit. Brett!” I rush forward, pulling her into my chest and turning her face side to side, checking for any sign of injury. “Fuck. What did I do?” To my surprise, a coy little smile pulls at her lips. Something like satisfaction.

But no, that can’t be. She would never… would she?

“Brett, fucking talk to me,” I murmur, my tone more an order than a request. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm,” she murmurs, rolling her head to the side and pressing her lips to my chest. “You smell really good, by the way.”

A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I press my lips to her head. I’m pulling away when it occurs that I’m not wearing my mask, and panic grips my chest. Careful not to jostle Brett, I swoop to the floor and grab my mask, holding it up to my face to fit it back in place.

“Please don’t.”

I freeze, looking down at Brett with wide eyes. “You… don’t want me to wear the mask?”

She shakes her head slightly, raking her fingers down my chest. “Not really. Atleast, not for a while.” She bites her lip, and it occurs to me what she means.

I lean down, nipping her ear lightly and sending shivers down her neck. “As you wish, my darling.” With her giggle echoing in my mind, I race toward my bike, suddenly starving for a taste of Brett.

After all, it’s only polite to return the favor.

CHAPTER THIRTY

BRETT

Jane Evangeline: Entry #14

I’m literally horrible.

Let me explain—I kissed Maverick today.

I couldn’t help it! He was in the middle of detailinghowPhantoms acquire and sell information for the Sanctum when I just jumped his bones. I didn’t even have to ask for him to take his mask off—he did it willingly. And when I tried to take it further, he slid my hands away and said we had all the time in the world. That we should take it slow.

Now, I’m thinking about the mysterious dark-haired assassin when I should be thinking about how to use the information Maverick gave me.

But I can’t. I’ll work on a plan tomorrow, but tonight, I have a date with myvibrator.

As soon aswe pull up at the lair, Ghost whisks me into his arms and hurries down the stone steps, knocking his elbow hard against the wall as he veers left toward the bedroom. I yelp, pressing my face into his chest as he steps into the primary bedroom, wriggling my thighs together as a wave of doubt pours over me.

Am I really going to do this? With Ghost?I look at him under my lashes, at the ravenous sheen in his eyes, the way his jaw twitches deliciously at every slight move I make against him. I realize if I think about it, I’ll find a way to talk myself out of it. And I don’t want to do that anymore—not ever again. I want him. I want Ghost inside me, to take me and make me feel the way only he can. If I don’t give in to the desire now, I know I will regret it for the rest of my life.

But not this. Not Ghost. I will never regret those things.

“Brett,” Ghost chokes out, my name falling off his tongue like a sacred prayer. “Brett, I need you.”

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