Page 91 of Hannah and the Hitman

Smitty held his hands up to protect himself. “No! No, I’ll have the money.”

Hannah came to me. Her eyes sparkled with life. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked… alive. I cupped her face. “You good?”

I had to make sure. Smitty was a slimy fucker and she’d touched him. I wanted to make sure it was only skin deep.

“Oh yeah.”

“Time to go, gorgeous.” I leaned down, whispered in her ear. “I have to fuck you.”

She shook her head, then whispered right back, “I think I might have to fuckyou.”

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HANNAH

My pussy was tight around the top of Jack’s dick. I straddled him as I lifted and lowered so only the top few inches were being stroked. It was meant to tease Jack, but the flared head rubbed over my favorite spot, and I was close to coming.

My hands pressed into his taut pecs as I looked down at him. His hands were over his head, knotted together and then to the headboard with one of his ties. I loved for him to be in charge, but this time, I’d wanted him at my mercy. After letting me go to the bar and toss the cheater around, I was as aroused as Jack. I needed to have sex and I wanted it on my terms. Maybe it was because I’d felt powerful dealing with that guy.

I’d made a cheater pay. Literally.

He wasn’t Kevin, but it gave me some kind of closure.That I wasn’t the woman he’d made me think I was. That he was a low-life asshole, and I could do better.

I had. With Jack.

Just like letting me deal with the bar owner, he was letting me take charge in bed, too. It was empowering, but there was no question Jack was the one who said when and how.

He knew I needed this, and I would satisfy him as he did me. With a voracious need to please.

Unlike Jack, I made it past the elevator before I sucked him. In fact, I got him naked, in bed and tied to the headboard. Only then did I get him swearing and begging and telling me he needed to be inside me. Only then did I stop and climb on, riding him like the cowgirl I was not.

Sweat coated his skin, his jaw was clenched, eyes wild.

“You feel so good,” I said, tipping my head back. I could come for Jack, but this angle, with me being in charge, I needed a little help to get there.

I set my fingers to his lips. “Suck.”

He opened and his tongue slid over the pads of my fingertips, laving and wetting them. My pussy clenched remembering that tongue in action. Pulling them free, I slid them down my body and over my clit.

Jack grunted, low and deep, his eyes watching where we were joined. “Trampoline.” He gritted out the safeword. “Fuck, woman, have mercy.”

Sliding his feet up, he bent his knees and thrust up so he filled me all the way.

“Jack!” I cried out. Just like that, I came with the feel of him so, so deep and my clit being rubbed.

“FUCCCKKK.”

I felt the hot spurts of his own release, pleased with myself knowing I satisfied him so well.

With him still inside me, I sprawled on his chest where I could hear his frantic heartbeat.

My cell rang from the bedside table. Without thinking–because my brain cells had been fried–I reached out and answered.

“Hello?”

“You’ve got some talents, Miss Highcliff.”

I frowned. “Who is this?”