Page 6 of F*ck Steal Kill

But with each job we took, it felt like I was losing more and more of myself.

Soon, I worried there wouldn’t be anything left of me to give.

Except, that millisecond that my eyes had locked on hers, a spark ignited within me. Something had shifted, lighting my insides back to life. Her eyes called out to mine, their green a color I didn’t know existed outside of nature. They were vivid and dark, a world of emotions in their hidden depths. Her white-blonde hair highlighted her tanned skin, accentuating her dark lipstick.

I couldn’t remember what she was wearing, or even what her body looked like. It was her eyes and lips that had captivated me, promising me things I hadn’t known I’d wanted.

My body responded in full force now that I’d relaxed, no longer on guard. Within seconds, my dick was heavy, bringing my attention to it. Blinking water out of my eyes, it cascaded down my cheeks as I took in the offending appendage.

Now was not the time to be distracted by a woman, but my cock had other ideas. I ignored it, refusing to give into the desire to lose myself, to let go of control.

Grabbing my soap, I lathered it and coated my body as the smell of bourbon and spice filtered around me. Steam billowed in the enclosed space, encompassing me in a warm hug. It was enough to derail my thoughts, and before I knew it, my hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing. Hard.

My other hand fell forward onto the tile, holding me up as I leaned against it, the water rushing over my head. Now that I’d given in to gripping my dick, I was a captive to its demands. Though I couldn’t picture the elevator girl's body, her eyes mocked me, flashing with a challenge. Her lips beckoned me, her tongue teasing out at the corner seductively.

I couldn't stop as my hand stroked up and down my shaft. Suds ran over my body as the water rained down, providing a natural lubricant for my aching dick.

My free hand turned into a fist, slamming gently against the tiles as I lost myself to the sensation. Her smirking eyes and flirty lips were all I had to go on, but it was more than enough. When I envisioned those lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes beckoning me to test her limits, I was done.

“Fuck,” I shouted, my cum exploding out and splashing onto the tiled floor beneath me. My breaths quickened as my heart raced, my body feeling like it had run a 5K in a matter of seconds.

Rinsing off the remaining suds, I grabbed my shampoo and quickly applied it, massaging my scalp and trying to put the woman out of my mind. I’d succumbed to her temptation, hoping it would push her out of my thoughts now. I couldn’t afford to think of her anymore. Not until the mission was completed.

Turning off the water, I quickly dried off, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror, worried about what I’d find there.

Shame and disgust? Or worse, desire?

Dressing for the bowling alley, I wore a flannel shirt, old jeans, and a backward cap. I still had an hour before needing to rejoin the guys, so I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed to grab food. My phone rang as I took the stairs, and I glanced at the ID, despite knowing who was calling.

Stopping on the landing between the first and second floors, I answered the phone as I leaned against the wall.

“Jackson,” I said, not elaborating.

“Grady,” he barked, his rough voice filling the tiny speaker. “Any updates?”

“Nothing of significance. We’re going out this evening. Will report in tomorrow.”

“Good, good. I want this guy, Grady.” Something pounded against a hard surface through the phone, jolting me against the wall. “If you bring them in, you and your team can have that extended vacation you’ve requested. Understood?”

Swallowing, the thought of our request finally being approved filled me with hope. This could be our chance. No more hotels for a while. My own bed, home-cooked meals, and, best of all, peace and quiet.

“Understood, sir. We’ll get him.”

“No screwups. I’ll wait for your call.” He hung up before I could respond, but it was for the best. There was nothing more I could say, anyway.

We had to get this guy or pay the price. It was as simple as that.

Putting my phone back into my pocket, I continued on my way, a little more determination in my step and a promise to avoid any green-eyed, blonde women, no matter how enigmatic they were.

CHAPTER 3

HOLLAND

The hookup I’d selected for the night was turning out to be a total dud, and I didn’t understand why. He was tall and attractive, with a bit of an “I just came straight from the farm” look about him. His muscles were earned by hard labor, and my fingers itched to see what was beneath his flannel.

He had a kind face and a gentle spirit, making him generous with the drinks, and giving me a nice buzz. I twirled my finger around the pink wig, trying to entice him one last time. I hadn’t had to work this hard for dick in years.

“You know what would be fun, Patrick?” I asked, giggling at the end. I leaned closer, placing my hand on his thigh and rubbing my thumb close to his groin. Patrick gulped, his breath hitching as he watched me.

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