Page 14 of Falling for the Hitman (Men of Ruthless Corp)

no fucking idea what she’s doing to me. I’m a hitman. Nothing affects me. Nothing penetrates the walls I have carefully built around myself. I never let my emotions get the best of me. I keep people at arm's length. Yet, this pocket-sized beauty has knocked me down to my goddamn knees.

She doesn’t even realize the simple things she’s doing has my cock painfully pressing against my zipper. When she laughs, my pulse races. When she lifts her deep green eyes, looking at me from under her lashes, my heart pounds. When she moans because something feels or tastes so good, my cock hardens. I’m having a hard time keeping myself in check. She’s breaking me and I’m about to give in.

I’m putting the pizza away and I turn my head to look at her. “I need a haircut.”

She laughs lightly as she stands up. “What?”

I close the fridge and run my fingers through my hair. “I need a haircut.”

“Right, I heard you.”

“Christ, can you do it for me?” I ask, frustrated.

She leans away from me slightly and twists her hands together. “Like right now?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t have my scissors or anything,” she says, biting her plump bottom lip.

“I have scissors,” I say, lifting my eyebrows.

She laughs, shaking her head as she walks into the living room. “I’m sure you do, but I need hair cutting scissors. I need a comb and a spray bottle. I left all those things behind.”

I smirk as I open a drawer in the kitchen. “Fun size, get your ass back in here.”

Her laughs echoes around me as she comes back into the kitchen. I hold up a pair of hair cutting scissors and her mouth drops open. “Seriously? Why the hell do you have those?”

I drag my hand down my mouth to cover my laugh. “I actually bought them thinking they were regular scissors like three years ago.”

“You’re serious? You want me to cut your hair?” she asks.

Her eyes stay on me as I go to the kitchen sink and stick my head under to wet my hair. She laughs, asking where to get a towel. I tell her where they are in the bathroom and she comes back covering my head with it.

“Alright, sit down in the chair,” she instructs.

I do as she asks, wanting her to just take control. This is a way of not only making her take some money but earning it. Hopefully, allowing her to feel like she has some control back in her life. She’s had everything taken from her and I want to give it all back.

After she combs my hair, she stands back. “Just a trim, right?” she asks, biting the end of the comb.

“Yeah.”

She nods and gets to it. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her. The way she’s pressed up against my back, leaning over to check the different lengths. Her fingers in my hair, pulling lightly, are turning me on. My hands are twitching to reach out and touch her, so I close my eyes harder.

It doesn’t take long for her to cut it. I didn’t need a haircut that badly, so I knew it wouldn’t take long. She’s checking the length, pulling my hair up with each hand to make sure both sides are equal. When she leans in front of me, I open my eyes. Her face is even with mine as her eyes are focused on my hair. She’s concentrating, biting on her lip. My pulse races as she moves just a bit closer. I can feel her breath blowing across my skin, making me want to taste her plump lips.

It’s impossible for me to control what I’m doing at this point. She’s too close and I can’t fucking stop myself. I reach out wrapping my hands around her thighs. She sucks in a breath, caught off guard and snaps her eyes to mine.

Her green eyes darken, and I know she’s feeling the same as me. They bounce between mine as her tongue sticks out to wet her lips. “Cash?”

“Leslie,” I whisper.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I slowly move my hands up her thighs. Trailing them on her sides, over her ribs, and wrap my fingers around her neck. My thumbs brush her cheeks as her breathing picks up. I move my face closer to her and our lips are nearly touching.

“I’m trying to control myself, but I’m fucking losing the battle,” I say, against her lips.

She sinks her fingers into my hair, and I lose it. I press my lips to hers and she doesn’t fight me. She allows me immediate entrance and the second my tongue touches hers, we both moan. I trail my hands back down her body, grabbing her ass, pulling her toward me. She straddles me and I deepen the kiss. Her small body is pressed against mine, while her fingers pull at my hair. I wrap my strong arms around her, holding her as close to me as I possibly can.

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