Page 24 of Fiona and the Fixer

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Fuck,she tasted good.

Felt perfect in my hold.

I had no idea what it was about this woman–whose name Istilldidn’t know–that made me crazy. She said she wasn’t a cop, but she had to be lying. Everything about her, now that I’d seen her in action, plus what she said about me leaving the scene of a crime, screamed cop. Did I care? Nope.

She wasn’t shy. She was brash. Bold. Maybe a little uptight, but I was smart enough to never call a woman that to her face. Then there was her giving as good as she got. Besides Jack, no one stood up to me. No one else had the balls. Until now. Until her. Arguing with her about gun size? Annoying, but hot as hell. The only way I thought ofto shut her up was to kiss her. That and my dick was telling me to.

Now that my mouth was on hers? The need to claim her, to be inside her, to make her scream in pleasure I knew I could give her, it was fierce.

Using the grip I had on her neck, I angled her how I wanted, taking the kiss deep, then deeper. A little moan gave me the access I needed to lick into her.

“Okay, um, we’ll just come back later.”

The woman’s voice came from behind us. It was one of the customers.

“Lock up behind you,” I called, lifting my head enough to speak, then devouredheragain.

“We will. Have fun.” Giggles followed and then the bell above the door jangled. Then silence.

I wasn’t paying them any attention. Hell, I didn’t care if they stayed and watched. My mouth was on the woman I’d been obsessing over since the robbery the day before. I got my free hand involved, because I couldn’tnottouch her. Couldn’t resist sliding my hand from her waist up to cup her breast through her tank.

Fuuuuccck. A perfect handful. Lush, plump, and topped with a hard, peaked nipple.

She was just as into this as I was, as if we were both game for an anger fuck, because this was totally that. She drove me crazy, and I had no doubt I annoyed the shit out of her.

Her hands were on me, too. First, they gripped my shirt, then slid underneath, then along my bare skin to my back.

She found my gun and pulled it free.

I was so gone for her that she could shoot me with it, and I wouldn’t care.

She pulled back. Impressed, not afraid. “SIG Sauer P226.”

I didn’t let go of my grip on her neck. No way was she getting away now, not when she pretty much talked dirty to me. She knew her guns. Wasn’t scared by mine. In fact, she seemed impressed.

Her gaze flicked up to meet mine. “You’re right. It is big.”

We were both breathing hard. “Wrong gun, sweetheart.”

Reaching out, she set my weapon on the counter, then checked out the front of my jeans. A blind person couldn’t miss the hard bulge that was testing the strength of the button fly.

“Let’s see.”

Let’s see?I was all for a woman to know what she wanted, especially when it was my dick. But I didn’t even know her fucking name. Plus, I might be a fixer and dealt with all kinds of lowlifes, but I was also a gentleman, and a woman always came first. Especially this one. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to watch her come while I got her off.

“You wet for me? Cause your panties have gotta be ruined to handle it, sweetheart.”

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Holy shit.He was afilthytalker.

I could barely catch my breath. Barely keep up. My mind was being controlled by my–very wet–vagina and it was telling me to take him for one hell of a ride.

When I continued to blink and stare, he said, “Well?”

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