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Finn

Iwarned her I’m a liar.

She doesn’t know I’m a killer. Primed and ready to put a bullet into some wanker’s head at the first order. I flash a smile at you one second then destroy yer hopes and dreams the next. It’s what I was recruited to do.

Still, I want things I shouldn’t.

Her help.

Her body.

Her in my life.

I’m going destroy her career and ruin her.

But in this moment, on my goddamnbirthday, I’m going to take what I can.

My gaze skims over her, missing nothing. The pretty pink flush of her cheeks. The sweet curves of her body. The nervous way she sways on her feet, waiting for me to call the shots.

“Strip.”

Her eyes go wide despite her knowing what’s coming. I love that about the minx, her innocent reaction that contradicts that dirty mouth of hers. She removes her phone from the hidden pocket within her new running shorts, and places it on the bed, giving me ideas I’ve no business considering. Something more to erase so my naked arse doesn’t see the light of day.

She tugs her T-shirt and sports bras off in one smooth movement. My brain short-circuits at the sight of her bare breasts. I’m an arse-loving fella and hers is shaped like a peach. But her gorgeous tits are what instantly make me hard.

“Talk to me.”

“Um, okay. What’s your middle name.”

I snort. “Michael. But you best get to less personal and more filthy-talking if yer hankering for a ride.”

Her laughter fills the room. Bugger me blind but I’m feeling very much like that wanker, Antonio, after making a play.

She peels off her shorts, sinks to the floor, then arse in the air, feckin’crawlstoward me. “By the time I reach you, you better have that hard cock out and prepared to shove it deep down my throat.”

“Lord have mercy.”

“He won’t help you now, Finn.”

I step out of my clothes. Pour some bottled water on the inside fabric and run the damp material over my hardening girth. Cleaning up a wee bit before dirtying her up. By the time she’s rising up on her knees before me, clasping her hands behind her back oh-so submissive-like, I’m ready to go.

“Do your worst, Finn Michael McDuff.”

My worst is yet to come.

I step forward until the tip of my cock grazes her lips. “Open wide.”

She does, and I push inside her warmth, keep pushing forward until my cock tickles her tonsils. Her eyes water; I’m a big motherfecker. I keep still, watching carefully for the slightest sign of distress all the while savoring the feel of her throat adjusting around my girth.

Her beautiful face is going to haunt my memories. The obedient look in her eyes. The way her cheeks pucker as she sucks me back. Her plump lips wrapped around my cock. Call me a dirty shyster or what you will, but I’ll never be forgetting this moment.

Her hands find my arse. Pushing me forward, deeper. My stomach connects with her forehead, as she begins to hum.

To hell with being gentle.

I withdraw, the bulbous head of me parting her lips with a loud pop. Ready to thrust back inside that mouth of hers, ride her face until she’s crying for sure. But somewhere in my wee brain, the song she’s humming registers. “Happy Birthday to You.”

I’ve got to say, it’s a first.