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“You should wear your hair down more,” I told her.
She jerked her head up, staring at me with eyes the color of smoked glass, her mouth set in a hard line. I hated how she pulled away from me after we’d fucked. It was like she was ashamed of what we were doing.
Fuck, maybe she was.
It had started out as a dirty little deal between us—a deal I’d forced her into.
A deal I didn’t regret for one second.
She looked away from me. “We can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what?”
“See each other.”
“Seeing each other would imply we had more than a sexual relationship,” I replied casually, rubbing my palm over my short hair. “Why should we stop? Bane doesn’t suspect a goddam thing.”
“He could find out.” She perched on the end of the mattress to slide her shoes back onto her feet—feet I had digging into my lower back as I’d fucked her—hard—just thirty minutes ago.
“As long as his business isn’t affected, he doesn’t care who sucks my dick.”
“I’m glad to hear that’s all you think I’m good for—sucking your dick.” Shaking her head, she added, “It doesn’t matter anyway. I won’t be in L.A. for much longer.”
I sat up, the sheet falling away from my chest. “Why?”
Her cool gray eyes lingered on the linear scars across my pectorals. She’d never asked about how I’d gotten them, but I suspected she’d found out about my time in Afghanistan all on her own. She was a clever little rabbit like that. “That’s none of your business.”
“Jesusfuck, Chantelle.” I ran my hand through my hair again. “Just tell me.”
“Why should I? We aren’t in a relationship. This is justfucking.” She threw the words back at me with a sneer, stepping into her skirt, and reaching behind her to zip it up.
I stalked from the bed, completely naked, and semi-hard because when we sparred verbally, it turned me the fuck on. “Where are you going?”
She leveled me with an arctic stare, the intensity of her gaze ratcheting up my lust another degree. “Detroit.”
My hands curled into fists. “Why?”
“That’s none of your business,” she repeated, pulling on her fitted black jacket.
“Is it for work?”
“That’s none of your business.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. She didn’t want me to know? Fine. I’d find out another way.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I started to pump it slowly.
Up and down…
Up… And… Down…
Her gray eyes slid to my cock before returning to my face. “We’re not doing this.”
“Yes, we are,” I replied, stepping closer. Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I said softly, “If this is it for us, I want to have your lips wrapped around my dick one last time.”
“No.”
I squeezed a little harder. “On your knees,cara. Now.”
