Page 47 of Hannah and the Hitman

In that moment, with my eyes on hers, seeing the concern in them for my intestinal wellbeing, I fell in love.

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HANNAH

Instead of answering, he kissed me. Unlike the others, this one was actually sweet. Reverent, even. Before I had the chance to even process more than that, he retreated and took my hand. “I need to be inside you.”

Um… what? Our meals were at our table and getting cold.

“But–”

“My butt is fine. It’s my blue balls that are a problem. Think you can help me with them?”

Um… hell yes.

Okay, so we weren’t finishing our dinner for the third night in a row. This time, while still leaving in the middle of it, I was going with him.

His eyes held mine, searching. Waiting.

I nodded, because he was asking for consent. Here inthe bathroom hallway, he was telling me he wanted to fuck me and me and my vagina were agreeing. Wholeheartedly.

It was possible he growled. “Let’s go.”

He took my hand and led me back to our table, then released his hold long enough to pull out his wallet and throw a few hundreds on the table where our untouched dinners were waiting for us. Yes, hundreds.

The waiter instantly appeared at our sides. “We’ll take the meals to go.”

When he took our plates and retreated to pack them up, Jack leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Once isn’t going to be enough, gorgeous. You’re going to need the nutrients.”

Oh my.

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JACK

I had Hannah tucked in my car and on the way back to my apartment in minutes. She was quiet, but fidgety. She wrung her hands in her lap. Crossed and uncrossed her legs. Was her pussy aching?

Reaching across the console, I set my big hand on top of hers. A spark of static electricity zapped us.

She gasped. “Why does that keep happening?”

I flicked my eyes toward her, then back on the road. “We’re potent together. Now, panties.”

She blinked. “What?”

I raised my hand, flicked my fingers. “Give me your panties.”

“Here?” She glanced around at the dark downtown. There were people and other cars around, but no cared what happened in a random SUV. “Now?”

“Gorgeous, in the library I had my hand up your skirtand my fingers buried deep in your pussy where anyone might see. You’re shy now?”

She wanted it like in the romance books where the guy took charge. Where he knew what she needed even if she might not know herself. Knew how much to push to ensure she got what she needed.

She warred with herself for a moment, then shimmied, sliding her hands up her thighs, the hem of her blue dress going with it. Hell, yes. She was as naughty as I suspected.

I watched as those white panties came into view. Then she pushed them down, worked them over one sandaled foot, then another. She held them up and I was sure they were wet because the scent of her arousal filled the air.

A horn blared and I veered back into my lane.