Page 113 of The Mercenary's Guide to Mishaps and Romance

“But I want more than a nice dick.”

“I have a nice ass too.”

“I want more than a nice ass.”

“Uhh… my face?”

“And more than a nice face.”

“Man, you’re greedy.”

“You know what I want, Tavish. Just because your pants are down doesn’t mean you can’t get your brain to work. I want to have sex with you either way. I just want to know how much I can let my heart get invested in this. I don’t need a lifelong commitment; I’m well aware we’ve only known each other for days. I don’t even need you to date me. I just want to know if I can let myself want more than just sex. Am I allowed to get my hopes up or is thisjustsex? I know we haven’t had much time together… but can you at least tell me that?”

“I really feel like this conversation would have been easier with my pants on.”

“Yeah, but I was nervous to ask it, so it made me feel better with your pants off. You know how they say to imagine the people you’re talking to are in their underwear? I just went a step further.”

He grins as he kicks his pants the rest of the way off and leans against the wall. “Here’s what I can and can’t give you. I cannot promise to quit this job. I love what I do, and I want the person who is with me to be fine with it. You don’t have to be dragged off to contend with my bullshit. I would never ask that of you. Now of course if you wanted to, I would sure as fuck not say no. But if you’re wanting someone who works a nine to five, someone who has a desk job… I just can’t do it. I would sacrifice a lot for the person I loved, but I’m so afraid I’d begin to resent them?—”

“I’m not asking you to quit any of that. I don’t want you to hurt good people. And I want you to be a bit more careful about who you abduct from now on… but I’d never ask you to quit. I… would worry about you. I would worry about all that. But I would never want you to stop something you’re obviously good at and you clearly enjoy.”

Tavish nods slowly. “I’m not good at this stuff. My father never abused me or any of that shit, but he never taught me howtolove,you know? He taught me how to steal from people or how to use them. As soon as I was old enough to realize what he was having me do, I left. I was like sixteen, out there punching in faces for a roof over my head. I did shitty jobs. I did questionable work. And I was constantly on the move. It was like my whole life was a collection of looking for something I was positive I was never going to find.”

“Do you think I could help you find it?” I ask.

“I don’t think you need to. I think I found exactly what I’ve been looking for all along.”

“What, that rug you just bought?” I tease because I don’t know how to handle the honest answer. It’s a bit scary thinking I could be something someone’s been wanting for so long.

He grins as he pushes off the wall and grabs me. “Definitely the rug.” His mouth finds mine, lips crashing against mine in a hurried kiss. Tongues tangling, breath heavy… I’m immediately pulled into the caress of his lips. I’m drawn into the way his words make me feel so much fucking hope. The way they make me realize that everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in front of me.

Tavish draws back just enough to murmur, “Did that answer anything?”

“Very much so,” I say as he kisses my neck while my hands slide around his waist to grab his bare ass cheeks. “This answers even more.”

“I’d love to know the question my nakedness answered.”

I laugh and start backing away from him. “There has to be a bed somewhere in this house.”

“Am I going to find a naked man in it? Because I feel like you’re having all the fun and I’m missing out since you haven’t lost any clothes yet.”

“I suppose.” I turn around to start heading toward the bedrooms as I drop my pants and underwear before kickingthem off. Then I toss my shirt and use my feet to slide my socks off. Now that I’m naked, I throw a look back at him. “Does that help?”

His eyes slowly lift from my ass. “Sure does.”

“Follow me inside to sexy time,” I say as I pull open a door and look in at the vacuum.

Tavish glances inside. “So fucking on a roof was too much, but fucking with a vacuum is just right?”

“Hold on, hold on… follow me… in here,” I say as I try another door which opens up to a large bathroom.

“I will follow you anywhere… but what about a bedroom?” he asks as he slips past me before pulling open a door. “Look. Magic. Bedroom.”

Since he’s standing in the doorway, I slide up behind him and wrap my arms around him as I set my chin on his shoulder. My cock presses right against his ass as I scrutinize his findings.

“That is… overwhelmingly sexy,” I say.

Tavish presses back into me as my hands slide across his hips to his cock that I brush my fingers over. All the while, my cock is pressed snugly against his ass and really enjoying the feel of it. “Yeah? You think my bed-finding skills are sexy? You should see what else I can do.”

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