Page 25 of The Final Contract (The Black Ledger Billionaires #5)

W e’re probably not going to get lucky twice in a row, but we’ll try.

The girls planned another suitor date, keeping things as normal as possible. No sudden changes, no tipoffs to make the bastard stalker think we’re closing in.

Still, I’ll admit it—there’s a sting knowing she’s going out again. Another man, another pointless dinner. I tell myself it’s for the job, for the purpose of luring the stalker out into the open. That sooner or later she’ll change her mind about this final-contract business.

Because despite what I told her in that doorway—despite what she thinks—I’ve got no intention of letting this remain casual. It’s not just sex. Not for me.

It’s a claiming.

Taking what’s belonged to me for a long damn time now.

A year at least. Fuck—longer, if I’m honest. Since the first day I laid eyes on her when I joined the Ledger.

She was just leaving the hospital then—done with long nights and the steady drip of blood and death.

She and her twin had been nurses for a few years, but the Ledger won out in the end.

The money, the security…was too good. And maybe she already knew she wasn’t built to watch people die anymore.

Now she sits across from men who’ll never deserve her, while I stand at her shoulder pretending I’m not one breath away from tearing their throats out.

Tonight’s date is at the movies—Jaxon’s idea because of the cameras that monitor the audience. Creepy as hell when you think about it—rows of faces staring blankly into the dark. But creepy works for us.

Tonight goes one of two ways.

The stalker shows with his scrambler again, and Jaxon traces the signal. We find him. End of story.

Or he leaves the scrambler at home again, and the cameras catch him. Jaxon’s got his facial-recognition system primed, ready to scan every seat in that theater.

Either way, we’ll get him tonight.

Finn rides up front with Felix—old man’s been driving for the Ledger longer than I’ve been alive, or close enough. Reliable as stone.

I’m in the back with Sera. She’s wound tight, nervous in the way she won’t quite settle against the seat.

She holds a breath, then releases it, like she’s letting go of a thought with it. She seems to change her mind, because she blurts, “I’d like to go to my niece’s birthday party?—”

I nod, already knowing. “I’m workin’ it out.”

She nods at that, relieved, and looks at her lap.

“I’ll make sure you get there, angel.”

She smiles—more genuine now—but it’s laced with anxiety about tonight, and I remember: she hasn’t looked at the rendering of the stalker yet.

“You want to see that picture Jaxon sent over?” I ask, voice low. “Might help.”

She hesitates, then nods. I hand her my phone, the composite already pulled up.

She studies it. Long. Silent. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, like she’s digging through old memories, trying to see if this face ever brushed against hers. After a minute she exhales and shakes her head, giving the phone back.

“Maybe it’ll jog somethin’ later,” I tell her.

“Maybe.”

I watch her. She turns her head toward the window, picking at her nail. She feels my stare and, after a moment, her gaze comes back to mine. A second passes. Then her expression shifts—less nerves, more…something else.

Intrigued.

My eyes drop to her mouth—pink gloss catching the low light, her full bottom lip begging. I can already feel her lips around my cock, wet heat swallowing me whole.

She runs her tongue across her bottom lip. Fuck.

“You seem nervous,” I say, my voice heavier than it should be. My cock’s thickening in my slacks, no chance of hiding it now.

“Maybe I am,” she breathes.

My gaze doesn’t move. “You want a distraction, little killer?”

Her grin is pure sin—like a siren calling me straight to the rocks.

“Maybe I do.”

She slips off the seat, onto her knees on the limo floor, and crawls toward me.

The hem of her miniskirt rides up, baring more of her thighs.

If I were behind her, I know I’d see the soft mound of her pussy outlined in panties.

I wonder what color she put on for me tonight. Wonder if she’s already wet.

She kneels between my spread legs, hands gliding up my thighs, slow and teasing.

“I could use something to take my mind off things, big man.”

Then her palm presses against the length of my cock. It throbs at her touch, straining against the fabric.

After every way I fucked her last night, she’s still starving for more.

What a perfect fucking angel she is for a bastard like me.

“Take my cock out.”

She does it without a word. No rush—traffic’s thick tonight, plenty of time. She unzips my pants, and I lift my hips just enough to help her drag them down. She reaches under the band of my boxers and frees me—cock and balls heavy in her hands.

Her eyes lock on them like they’re the key to the universe.

Pre-cum beads at the tip, and still she just looks—hunger written in every line of her face.

“Fuck, angel,” I rasp, my hand sliding into her hair. “I could come just from you lookin’ at my dick like that.”

Her fingers curl around the base of my length—warm and sure—and she leans forward to lick across the head. Her tongue flicks over the piercing, making me hiss through my teeth when she gives it a little tug. That ring has never felt like this before—not until her mouth.

“Open for me, baby,” I murmur, hands on each side of her head. “Let me see you take it.”

She parts her lips and slides down over me—slow and steady—until the wet heat of her throat seals tight around the piercing and the thickest part of my cock. No struggle. No gag. Just her swallowing me whole like she was fuckin’ designed for it.

Christ.

I look down and almost lose it—her lips stretched wide, gloss smeared across the corners, spit slicking my shaft. My cock disappears into her throat like it belongs there.

“Fuck, angel,” I groan, tightening my grip in her hair. “You take every inch like you’ve been waitin’ your whole life for this dick.”

Her eyes flick up to mine—wicked—confirming it without a word. And then she moans, the sound vibrating around my cock, rattling all the way through my spine.

“Shit.”

She pulls back slow, lips dragging over every ridge, tongue teasing the piercing as she retreats, leaving my shaft glistening with spit. Then she swallows me again, all the way down, her nose brushing my stomach as she hums like it’s nothing. Like she can do this all fuckin’ night.

“Oh my God, baby,” I groan, my head falling back for a second before I drag my gaze down to watch. “You feel how the head’s rubbin’ against the roof of your mouth? How soft your throat is when you take me all the way down?”

Her throat flexes around me, swallowing me deeper, and I can’t hold back the low moan that rumbles out of me.

“Good girl,” I murmur—calm but filthy—fingers flexing in her hair. “So fuckin’ good. Takin’ me like you’ve trained that perfect mouth for this. Like you wanted to choke on me long before you ever got on your knees.”

Her eyes glisten as she looks up, lips stretched wide, spit rolling down her chin.

“Look at you,” I rasp, thrusting just enough for her to feel the weight of me against her tongue. “Makin’ a mess all over yourself just to please me. My messy little killer. My cock-drunk angel.”

I moan again when she slides back and down, her tongue flicking the piercing—sending shocks straight through my spine. My thighs tense. My balls draw tight.

“Fuck. You’re so perfect like this. On your knees. Throat wide open. You were built to take this cock, weren’t you?”

Her hum around me is the only answer I need.

“Slow down—yeah, right there. Suck just the head, let your tongue work the piercing.”

I can’t stop watching. Can’t look anywhere else but down at my cock sliding in and out of her perfect mouth. The sight’s enough to tear me apart.

“Good girl,” I rasp, thrusting gently up into her, watching her throat flex around me. “My perfect little killer. Look at you—you’re droolin’ all over yourself—pathetic little thing—and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”

She pulls back with a wet pop, only to lick down the length of me, tongue swirling over my balls, tracing the piercing again like she wants me feral. Then her mouth is back on me, hungry now, bobbing faster, her hand twisting where her lips don’t reach, spit running freely down her wrist.

“Pulse around me—fuck, yes—squeeze my cock with that throat.” She’s workin’ me to the best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t want it to end. But just the thought of spilling into her mouth is making my tip leak in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby. So good.” I hold her hair back, obsessed with watching her as I thrust with her movements. “Faster now. Make it sloppy. I want to hear how desperate you are for it.”

She moans, her thighs tensing like this is gettin’ her off.

But my little killer is going to get so many good rewards tonight after her date.

“Keep lookin’ up at me while you choke on it. Let me see those pretty eyes while I fuck your throat.”

Those deep-blue oceans open and pierce me, locking me to the pull of her gravity. My thighs tense, my stomach tight, the orgasm building hard and fast.

“No one else gets this, baby. No one else could handle this cock but you, hm?”

She hums like she’s answerin’ me, and it vibrates along my shaft. I dip my head back, closing my eyes to just feel her before I look at her again—so close to coming.

“You thirsty for my cum, whore?” I stroke her jaw, and her eyes roll back in her head. “Yeah, you are. Because you’re my good girl.”

She whimpers this time.

“I don’t want you to swallow it,” I growl, possessive, every word jagged as I fist her hair. “Don’t waste a drop. You hold my cum in your mouth for me, angel. I want to see it on your tongue.”

Her hum wraps around my cock like a fist, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My balls draw tight, my thighs lock, and I empty myself into her mouth.

“Fuck—fuck, angel,” I groan, head tipping back, the muscles in my stomach clenching as I spill. The piercing drags against her tongue with every pulse—sharper, dirtier—wringing more out of me than I thought I had, and she takes it all, lips sealed, careful not to let a single drop escape.

It’s almost too much—her throat flexing, her tongue still teasing as she holds me deep. I twitch inside her, every nerve lit up, every thought burned away except mine.

When the last pulse fades, she slides off me slow—lips glistening, eyes heavy and shining like sin.

“Open,” I rasp.

She parts her lips, tilting her head back so I can see it—my cum pooled on her tongue, thick and white against the pink.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I whisper, swiping my thumb across her wet lip before sliding it inside.

“Not a drop,” I remind her.

Her lips seal around my thumb, sucking it clean as I pull free. The sight alone makes my cock twitch again, already aching to get hard for her all over.

My hand shifts to her throat—not enough to cut off her air, but enough that I feel her pulse jump beneath my palm.

“Swallow.”

Her throat works around the command, muscles tightening under my grip. I feel her gulp it all down—every last drop sliding past my hand.

“Good girl,” I breathe, voice rough with satisfaction. “My good fuckin’ girl.”