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I look at her, hoping that I heard correctly.
“You do?”
She nods, her head bobbing rapidly. “I do.”
“Oh.”
Well, shit. That changes everything, right?
Love conquers all. This will be fine.
I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her face to mine, capturing her lips in the softest kiss I can muster. Trying to convey as much love as I can just in case I’m wrong and what I’m about to say won’t really destroy everything.
When we separate, it’s like we are the only two people in the world, she’s the only one I see. I caress her cheek with my thumb, memorizing her face.
“I’ll just leave these here,” someone says as they set down our drinks. I don’t look. I don’t care. This moment right here is all that matters. We’re together, we love each other, she’s looking at me like I’m the most important thing in the world. And she’s seeing the same emotion reflecting from me.
I lean in to kiss her again, my hand moving up her thigh until I reach the edge of her panties. I run my knuckle across the front, across her clit. Daria’s breath catches and she looks at me batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated motion.
“Why, Mr. Murphy, are you trying to touch me in a public place?” Her voice is breathy and low.
“Not trying, beautiful.” I lean forward, my forehead touching hers, my other hand cupped around her neck. She has one hand squeezing my thigh and the other clutching the edge of the bench seat. Someone drops off our salads, neither of us pay them any attention. I move my finger under the edge of her panties and sink it inside her.
She gasps in response.
“I’m going to get you off before the main course.” My thumb finds her clit and starts to massage it.
“It’s a bet.” Her eyes already at half-mast, the challenge she issues is closer to a joke than anything else.
I slide a second finger inside her, curling them forward as they pump in and out. Her breath heavy against my face, her muscles contracting around my fingers. She’s close whether she wants to admit it or not.
“Oh god, Mack.”
I capture her lips with mine to drown out any further sounds as she finds her release, her core squeezing my fingers, her juices coating my hand, her body convulsing slightly. I wait for her to come down before removing my hand. Then lick my fingers as she catches her breath. I wink when she looks at me.
“You are my favorite flavor.”
She blushes slightly at my words, which always surprises and endears me. I hold off until she is situated and has taken a bite of her salad before making my next move.
“How long have you been assassinating low-life criminals, beautiful?”
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Daria - Ten Months Ago
“How long have you been assassinating low-life criminals, beautiful?”
I blink rapidly, not sure if I’d heard him correctly. There’s no way he could have just asked me what I think he did.
“Uh, what?”
“Daria, I know.” The look on his face is curious yet determined. Surprisingly, I don’t see any judgment. Or approval for that matter.
“How long have you known?”
“A while. I’ve been following you at night. Since you took out the guy on forty-third street.”
“That long?”
