Page 52 of Escape You

She bit her lip. “Since my parents died, I’d been in survival mode. I was too young to realize it, but it’s always been there. We all do what we can to survive.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“You didn’t know me.”

A wicked smile pulled at my lips because I knew every inch of her body. She blushed, raising her brow. “You know what I mean.”

From the first day, I got to see a side of Mia that no one else knew. But she was right. We didn’t really know each other. I had so many questions I had no clue where to start. “Were you always in New Jersey?”

She nodded. “Born and raised.”

“How did you?” I paused. The words swirling in my head were not the right ones. How did you become a criminal? Why arms dealing? Why break the law?

“How did I end up with Uncle Mickey? He was family. I was born into this life. This is all I know.”

“I didn’t mean to. It’s not my job to change you.”

She laughed, stuffing her hand in her hair. “That is literally your job. Do yourself a favor and see this for what it is.”

“What is that? Tell me.”

“You’re in love with a criminal.”

I was in love with a criminal who didn’t know how to be anything else. “You’re more than that.”

“I’m the boss.”

“Yeah, I got that. But you know what I mean. You’re strong and beautiful. You have every right to have a life of your own, a family of your own.” I cradled her neck. “What happens to us afterward?”

She scraped her nails across my chest. “I don’t know. You’ll still be you, and I’ll still be here. I told you from the beginning, my bad timing won’t be going away. The crew needs me, Tyler. Even if they’re being assholes about it. Without me, they’ll crumble as a unit and end up absorbed by the other crews. The people in our town would suffer for that too. Without my protection, who knows what will become of them.”

As an agent, I could use these words to send Mia to jail. As a man, I was so turned-on. This was the reason why I was stupid in love with her this fast. I pressed my mouth to hers, thrusting my tongue past her lips in the same motion.

“I don’t care what you are. I love you.”

Mia gritted her teeth, gripping a handful of my hair. “Jesus, Tyler. I love you too.”

The how or the why no longer mattered. We were in this together. I’d signed up for this assignment because innocent people’s lives were at stake. Now my own family was at risk. The FBI and the ATF could go to hell with their protocols and their bigger pictures. Rossi could not win. Not if I had a say in it.

Mia sat back on her heels and pulled her shift dress over her head. She wore boy shorts underneath and no bra. I cupped one breast while I sucked hard on the other. Her moan sent a shock of adrenaline to me. I wanted to be inside her now. As if she could read my thoughts, she made quick work of my belt and pants to free my cock. When I made to push her down on the mattress, she slapped my hand away.

“I want to taste you.”

I hissed. “I want that too.”

We didn’t have time to take turns. I lay on my side and hooked her leg over my shoulder, making her land on her side and face my cock. When she didn’t protest, I slipped my tongue between her folds, doing several circles before I landed on her clit.

“Tyler,” she mumbled as she wrapped her wet mouth around my shaft.

I pressed my face to her and moaned until I recovered from the initial shock of pleasure. As usual, the room and all my problems fell away. I took her in, her scent, and the smooth skin of her inner thighs rubbing against my cheek. Mia was heaven. “You taste so good.”

She let go of me with a gasp in between breaths. I sat up and held her waist as she sheathed me.

“Oh fuck.” I mumbled.

Fuck was right. Instinct took over as we chased our own orgasms. I clasped her butt cheeks while she thrusted her hips into me with a strength that matched my desire for her. Sweat ran down her shoulder. I nibbled the skin there and licked every drop off her. My heart thrashing in my ears muffled all sound. The climax was so intense. For the first time since we met, Mia was having sex with the real me. Not a stranger at a bar, not her fake husband. Just me. She didn’t shoot me. Instead, she agreed to join me. She agreed to be mine.

I gripped her hair at her neck and pulled to expose her neck and graze the soft spot there with my teeth. That put her over the edge. She arched her back, deepening our connection. I held her tight until every last hot wave of her orgasm was spent.

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