Page 129 of Falcon's Prey

A little while later, there was a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said even though I already knew who it was.

Ember walked in, smiling at me. There was mischief in her eyes, and right away, I sat straighter.

Death had never looked so good.

She was wearing a tight leather halter top with a long red tulle skirt, and her face was done in full skull; the white wasn’t heavy, just a lot of shadowing. She looked fucking hot. She loved this holiday because it reminded her of her mother. I didn’t understand it, but she asked me to go to the parade with her, and here I was wearing all black and a face full of skull makeup.

“You look hot.” She grinned at me.

I extended my hand to her, and she took it, letting me drag her toward me, and then she straddled me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah, came to get you. I want to get there early, walk around a bit through the vendors, and then watch the parade and the fireworks and come back home.”

My hands came to her waist, pulling her to my body as she ground on me.

“You’re feeling better?” I asked.

She’d been bitching a lot in the past days, and she might not have known why, but I did. Ember was one of the hottest jewelers right now, and all the celebrities and socialites wanted her to design their wedding or engagement rings. I didn’t think she knew what she was saying when she bitched about it, but I did.

“I am. I think I just needed a break, and lots and lots of pot.”

“You’re crazy,” I mumbled, kissing the top of her breast.

“No hickeys,” she whimpered as she pulled my face closer to her chest. “I’m a businesswoman.”

“Princess, I barely get my mouth on you and you start begging me to show the world you belong to me.”

She stayed quiet because it was true.

“Well, you’re supposed to have self-control.”

I started to lick up her chest and her neck as she kept grinding against me.

When I made it to her lips, I mumbled, “When it comes to you, I have none.”

Ember kissed me as she started to undo my pants.

“If you’re going to fuck me right now, Ember, you’re going to be walking around with cum leaking down at the fest.”

She seemed to think about it, which I found amusing.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said because it was apparent I had to be the one who showed restraint.

She rolled her eyes, but I had plans for her, and I didn’t want to be late for them.

Once I was up, I put the code into the computer system so the feed could go to someone who was at headquarters and they could keep an eye on Michael. Even though the threat of their hit was minimal, there was always someone looking for a quick score. Not that I thought anyone would want to mess with me.

When that was done, I hugged Ember from behind, my lips brushing her ear, causing her to shiver. The way she loved everything I did to her got me high.

“Tonight you’re going to climb on the pole and strip for me while I jerk off, then you’re going to get on your knees, suck me off until you feel like they’re bleeding, then will I let you choke on my cum.”

She made that little noise that drove me mad. I kissed her neck and led her out of the control room. Hand in hand, we were a couple forged in hell, and in each other we found paradise. To everyone else, she was no angel, but to someone like me, she was the most angelic thing I’d ever seen.

“Bye, Daddy!” she called out as I walked up to the elevator.

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