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Page 86 of Hannah and the Hitman

I reached for him, but he snagged my wrists, wrapped them with the tie.

Our eyes met. “You’ll teleport to the couch. The counter. The shower. Until you have it down and you pass out from orgasms.”

With his hold on the knotted tie, he yanked me to him for a kiss.

I loved incentive-based practice.

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HANNAH

“When am I getting my car back?” Brittany asked, having called Jack’s cell. It’d been two days since she handed me off to Jack for safekeeping. I texted her to tell her I was okay and she immediately called back.

“You left me with a hitman. That’s what you’re checking on?” I was in the kitchen refilling my mug with coffee. I was barefooted and in clothes I found in a workout bag on Brittany’s backseat. I was shorter and heavier, but yoga pants were really forgiving. The pale purple t-shirt was a little tight, but the way Jack’s eyes snagged on my chest after I put it on, I didn’t mind. I didn’t feel fat when I was with Jack.

“Fine. How’s your vagina?”

I glanced at Jack who was asleep on the couch, Pancake resting on his chest.

I laughed and leaned against the counter. “What?”

“If you two haven’t reenacted the sex scenes in every one of your favorite books yet, that’s not the hottie I thought he was.”

“It’s better than the books.”

She squealed and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Her reaction had me smiling. “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. Makeup sex is the best.”

“B,” I chided, but there was nothing but a tinge of embarrassment mixed in with affection.

“So how’s your vagina?”

“Not lonely.”

“I’m over here fanning myself. Think his friend, Dax, is single?”

“I don’t think their job allows for tons of one-on-one interactions.”

“You’ve had two days of one-on-one interactions,” she countered. “I want some, too.”

“I’m not sharing.” I did feel a wee bit possessive when it came to Jack. Especially after learning about what Briana did. He hadn’t said that to make me mad and teleport. She’d actually played footsie with him with me sitting right there.

“Fine. I’ll be over here babysitting your books and collecting your mail. And driving your car. I used the spare key you gave me and picked it up.”

“No problem.”

“When do you think you’ll be back?”

Jack and Dax had talked about dealing with Sal Reggiano, but I’d been distracted by orgasms and Jack’s stunning body. With more than a smidge of feminine satisfaction, Jack had been distracted, too.

“No idea, but I have Mrs. Metcalf filling in for me. She was more than willing to volunteer when she found out I was spending the time with Jack.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.”

“And sweetie, have fun. You deserve it.”

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