Page 77 of Hannah and the Hitman

“Oh, Jack,” she said, reaching up and cupping my cheek.

“You’re the strongest person I know, gorgeous.”

Her cheeks were pink and splotchy, but she gave me a small smile, taking in the words as truth.

“Feel up to telling me the rest now? About Joey Brains in the library?”

With a sigh, she said, “There’s not much else. I disappeared on him, too.”

Thank fuck. “Where did you go? Or end up. Or whatever it’s called.”

She sniffed and the last of her tears were gone. The cry had been cleansing for her. For me, it reminded me that while she really was fucking strong, she was also very,veryfragile. She needed someone on her side. Someone who believed her. Believedinher, like that her bookstore would be a hit. Protected her.

“I have no idea what it’s called,” she said. “That, in the library, was the first time it happened. I ended up at the grocery store.”

“The–where did you go when you were with me?” I wondered, hooking my fingers in the elastic of her panties. She shimmied to help me slide them down. My hands immediately cupped her perfect ass.

I wanted her naked and I wasn’t stopping. We only took a small detour with the tears.

Her gaze shifted and I couldn’t miss the blush that spread across her face and down over her tits. She bit her lip then mumbled something.

“Where?” I asked, shifting her so she straddled me instead of sitting sideways in my lap. When she didn’t repeat herself, my fingers slipped between those sweet cheeks and found her little asshole which I knew she loved to have played with.

She gasped and squirmed and her eyes flew to mine. “Pleasure Palace.”

The pad of my finger brushed gossamer soft over the tight ring, teasing her and tempting me. My dick throbbed to be set free–and to someday get inside that virgin hole.

“The adult store?” I was so, so confused, but I was also too fucking turned on to understand deep thought. With her legs parted, I could see her clit hard and needy. I could smell her. See her pussy lips glistening. She might hate me still, but her body knew who gave it orgasms.

“It seems I go wherever I was thinking about when I… teleport.” Her eyes fell closed and her hands settled on my shoulders.

“Teleport?” Leaning down, I kissed the tip of one breast, then gave it a soft lick.

“I… oh God. I don’t know what to call it. One moment I’m one place, the next I’m another. I guess it’s also called apparition. I disapparated from the safe house with you and apparated at Pleasure Palace.”

“You want to talk appropriate verbs while I’m playing with your ass?”

“You want to play with my ass while I’m mad at you?”

“I know you’re mad, gorgeous. I’m mad at me, too. I’ll say I’m sorry for-fucking-ever. Do you want to yell at me before or after I fuck you?”

Shifting, I tipped her down so she was on her back and I was between her thighs.

Moving lower, I gave her seam one long lick, her sweet, sticky taste blooming on my tongue like candy. Dax told me I needed to grovel. I was on my knees between her lushthighs and the best way I could show her she was my fucking queen was to eat her pussy.

“Jack,” she moaned.

There was nothing better than her saying my name like that. Pre-cum spurted from my dick in response.

“Before or after?” I said, looking up her gorgeous body.

Her dark eyes held mine. Gone was the hurt and anger, replaced by arousal. Was I using sex to redirect her? Maybe. But this was also for me. I needed to make her feel good. Needed her to give herself to me, because that trust–maybe she didn’t even know she gave it freely–was what made my dick hard and my heart full.

Her mouth curled into a sinful smile. “Stop talking and get back to work.”

The riled words were accompanied by her firm hand on the back of my head pressing me into her center. I had a very important job to do.

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