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His hand slid down my stomach and pushed up beneath my skirt. Pulling my panties aside and parting me so he could slide his middle finger into my pussy. I whimpered, letting my head fall back as he stretched me open and stroked that sweet spot.
“Several million,” he said.
“What…where does that go?”
“I reinvest it.”
He was trying to distract me with his talented fingers and his piercing gaze. But I was determined to resist him.
“Merrick…what do you do?”
“That question has a broad answer.”
“Alright. What is the main reason you’re here on this island?”
“You.”
“Please be truthful.”
His fingers stilled, but stayed inside me. I clenched my inner muscles and he hissed under his breath.
“Tell me,” I coaxed.
“You pretty, little slut,” he breathed. His throat flexed as he swallowed. “I’m auctioning off some goods.”
My hips moved gently, riding his fingers the way I would his cock. His forearm tensed and fire surged in his eyes.
“What goods?”
His mouth parted.
“I’m move weaponry,” he said, his voice cooling slightly. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
My hips stuttered and went still. I was too drunk to really understand what he was saying, but I had an idea what it meant. He sold guns, the kind I hated, the kind my father had kept in his office.
“That’s illegal,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said, amused.
“You could get arrested.”
“I won’t. I have a deal with the feds. I help them catch the really bad guys by tracking the guns I sell to them and they turn a blind eye to the rest.”
“What…kind of people?”
“Traffickers and the like,” he said, pulling his fingers from my pussy. He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it without cleaning his hand. “I have a particular loathing for men who do shit like that, so it’s a win-win.”
I stared up at him, mind whirling.
“I’m very selective about who I sell to,” he said. “Predominantly we arm private, international security forces for very rich men.”
My mouth was dry. “Do you have a gun on you right now?”
His brow arced and he nodded.
“Show me.”
He opened his jacket, revealing shoulder holsters with pistols beneath each arm. My heart thumped oddly in my ears and my nails cut into my palms.
