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Bishop

The anger that coursed through me every time she reacted to something because of what the asshole had done to her was white hot. If I wasn’t sure Dulvaney was already dead, I’d be walking out to finish the job myself. Instead, I held myself still while she chewed on her bottom lip and stared up at me.

When her hands dropped and set to work on my belt buckle, the surge of triumph that went through me surprised me. For the first time I acknowledged that I was lying every time I told myself it was just another job, just another client. My resolve to keep it purely business had collapsed into a burning mass of ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ long before the first time she gave herself to me. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret crossing that line, not when her hands were slipping beneath my waistband to curl around my dick.

I kicked out of my pants. A stray thought that it was a good thing I wasn’t wearing socks because they’d be a bitch to get off while wet flitted through my mind, and I laughed quietly.

“What’s funny?” Eden’s warm breath brushed against my hip.

“Absolutely nothing at all.” I drew her to her feet and caught her mouth with mine, tongue delving between her lips to tangle with hers.

Her fingers stroked over me, dancing over my skin, dragging over the piercing through the head of my dick. I groaned.

“Did it hurt?”

“A lot.”

She toyed with the bar. My jaw clenched as I gritted my teeth against the sensations it sent through me.

“Then why get it done.”

“Misspent youth. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Do you still think that?”

“I still have it. What do you think?”

“I think I need to investigate further.”

“Oh?” I cocked an eyebrow. “And how do you see that investigation going?”

Her lips curved up, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees. “By getting closer, of course.”

I’d had blow jobs before. Of course, I had. But not one of them prepared me for when Eden’s tongue licked over the tip of my dick, then wrapped her lips around it.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t stop the curse falling from my lips.

Her eyelashes lifted, green eyes gleaming as she tipped her head back and took me deeper. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and licked, and slid up and down the entire length of my dick. The visual of it disappearing into her mouth, the way the waterdrops from the shower hung from her eyelashes, the soft moans she made that vibrated over my skin unraveled my control. My fingers fisted her hair, and I battled against the need to control her movements, to fuck her mouth the way I wanted to. Instead, I let her dictate the depth she took me, and fought to stop myself from erupting like a teenager.

When her tongue flicked over my piercing, I used my grip on her hair to pull her off me and drag her to her feet.

“No more.”

I spun her to face the wall, buried my face into the curve of her throat, and ran my palm down her stomach until I could reach between her legs. When my fingers made contact with her clit, she let out a soft moan and arched her throat. I nipped my way up to her ear, wrapped my free hand around her jaw and pulled her head around so I could kiss her.

Her arms rose, hooking around my neck, and the move arched her back and lifted her breasts. My hand dropped from her jaw, and I stroked a circle around one nipple, then the other, while the fingers of my other hand dipped past her clit to push inside her. Her stance shifted, legs parting.

“I want you inside me. I want to know how it feels with nothing between us.” She moaned the words, hips jerking as she rode my fingers.

“You want me bare?” Why did that idea make me harder?

Her ass pushed back against me, dislodging my fingers. “Yes, please.”

“Right here?” I ran my hand down her spine, and squeezed one ass cheek, then fisted my dick. “Put your hands against the wall.”

She moved, placing her palms against the wet tiles.

“Spread your legs a little more,” I whispered against her throat, and wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her onto her toes. I positioned my dick against her pussy and slowly pushed inside her.

We groaned in tandem. The feeling of her body around mine without any barrier between us was incredible. I didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Until she reached around to dig her fingers into my ass.

“Bishop.” My name falling from her lips sent my hips surging forward, driving me deeper into her body.

When she didn’t tell me to stop, I did it again … and again … until the only sounds that could be heard were our panting, groaning breaths as flesh pounded against slick, wet flesh. I teased her nipples, pinching, twisting, and tugging, until she was a whimpering, writhing mess, then dropped my hand to play with her clit as I slammed in and out of her body.

When she came, her entire body shuddered, her whimpers turned husky and her feet scrambled for purchase on the floor. I held her tight, stopped her from falling, and continued my assault on her senses with my fingers, my teeth, and my dick.

Maybe if I gave her enough pleasure, when our contract was up, she’d stick around. I used the thought to distract me from my own building need to come, chasing it around my head. Would she want to stay here after everything that had happened? There was no real need for me to build her a new life now. She could go back to New York and pick up her old life again.

“Bishop.” Her voice brought me back to the moment. “Why have you stopped?”

I blinked and shook my head, shedding my thoughts about the immediate future. Dipping my head, I kissed her shoulder.

“Just letting you get your breath back.” I eased out of her and turned her around. “Put your arms around my neck.”

When she’d done as I asked, I hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” I backed her against the wall and thrust into her again. “Tell me how it feels.”

Her eyes were half-closed, cheeks flushed, water dripping down her face. “So good,” she whispered.

I licked a path over her jaw, took her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked it into my mouth. Her body undulated against mine, breasts brushing against my chest, nipples hard and pointed.

“Can you feel me inside you?”

“Yes.” The word was a sigh.

I adjusted my grip and brought one hand down between our bodies to run over her clit. Her lips parted.

“Do you want to come?” I flicked and pinched and toyed with her clit in time with my thrusts.

“So bad.”

“On my dick while I come inside you?”

“Oh god,” she groaned. “Yes, please.”

My lips found hers. “Sing for me, Songbird,” I whispered.