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She does as I say, waiting for more.

“Now,” I continue, stepping behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist, “this is where it gets interesting.”

I slide the Hellcat into her hands, guiding her grip, positioning her fingers.

“You want it snug. Tight enough that recoil doesn’t knock you off balance. Keep your arms slightly bent.”

My chest is pressed to her back, my mouth hovering near her ear. I feel her breath hitch when I touch her hips, shifting them just enough to square her stance.

She murmurs something I can’t hear over the muffs, but I don’t need to. Her body is saying plenty.

“You feel that?”

She nods.

“Now breathe.”

Her chest rises and falls. I step even closer, hands ghosting over her shoulders and down her arms as I adjust her aim.

She pulls the trigger.

The shot rings out, hitting the edge of the target.

“Not bad,” I murmur. “But I think we can do better.”

I guide her again, this time slower. Her ass presses back into my hips, and my control starts to unravel.

“I’m not sure this is strictly about shooting anymore,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear.

I chuckle, lowering her gun hand slowly and turning her to face me. “It was never just about shooting.”

Her eyes search mine, all fire and challenge. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I grab her face and kiss her, rough and hungry, tasting the adrenaline on her lips. The gun hangs loose at her side, and I gently take it from her, setting it down on the bench behind us.

She’s in my arms in seconds, fingers in my hair, body arching against mine like she’s begging to be consumed.

“Fuck, Tessa,” I growl, pushing her back against the wall of the booth, my hand sliding up under her shirt, fingers teasing the edge of her bra.

She kisses me harder, gasping when my hand cups her breast. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

“Plan was to teach you,” I say, voice low and thick. “Didn’t plan on losing my mind every time you touch me.”

“Good,” she whispers. “Because I want to make you lose it again.”

She pulls me closer, grinding against me with a slow roll of her hips.

I groan as my forehead presses to hers. “We can’t fuck in the range, baby.”

She smirks, breathless and flushed. “Who said anything about fucking?”

She drops to her knees in front of me and I grab her hair, pulling her head to look at me.

“You think this is any better?”

A grin hits her full lips as she quickly unbuttons my jeans and pushes them just past my hips.

“You’ve had your taste. Now it’s my turn.”

My hard dick jets out in front of her and she wets her lips.

“Oh, fuck it. If anyone walks in, they get a goddamn show,” I hiss, tightening my hold on her hair as I guide her toward my dick.

Her hands rest on my thighs as she wraps her lips around my dick.

“Fuck!” My body shudders as her warm mouth takes me in.

There’s no hesitation, no taking her time. She sucks my dick like it’s her fucking job and fuck, she’s good at it.

Her head bobs as she takes me to the back of her throat before moving back until I’m almost completely out of her mouth before taking me back in. She uses her tongue and teeth, causing me to shake as I try to keep myself steady.

“Tessa, don’t stop. I’m going to fuck your mouth, keep doing what you’re doing. I’m not going to last long,” I hiss, taking over.

I pump my hips over and over, fucking her mouth like it was her pussy. The heat, the tightening of her lips, the scraping of her teeth, it’s got my eyes rolling back.

“That’s right, baby, take me all the way in. Fuck, it feels so good.”

Her hand reaches under, and she cups my balls in her hand.

I pull her hair tight and groan loudly, surely drawing the attention of anyone close.

But right now, anyone could walk in, and there’s no way I’d be able to stop.

I’m so close to coming that if she pointed that Hellcat at me, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

My head drops back as she squeezes my balls and drags her teeth the length of me. Her tongue swirls around my piercing, causing me to moan.

“I’m not going to last, Tessa. I’m so fucking close to losing it.”

My voice is rough and thick with sexual emotion. I thrust my hips, and she hums against it, sending me right over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Tessa, take it all. Fuck, take it all,” I shout, exploding in her mouth.

She takes every last drop I have to give, drinking me down and moaning as she does.

I don’t know if she realizes how incredibly hot that is, but damn, I could come again just listening to her.

Once I finish, she slowly pulls back until her hot mouth pulls off me and looks up at me. She licks her lips and grins.

“So good,” she says.

I grab her under her arms and lift her, crashing my lips to hers. A soft moan escapes her, and I swallow it down, loving how she reacts to any way I touch her.

We’re breathless when I break the kiss and rest my forehead on hers.

“That was fucking epic, baby.”

“Yeah, and kinda exciting with the thought of being caught.”

I raise my eyebrow and pull back slightly. “You like that? The idea of being caught?”

She shrugs and steps back slightly. I tuck myself away, keeping my eyes on hers.

“Never thought about it. It did add a sense of fear and excitement, though.”

I pull her into her arms, resting my hands on my ass. “I’ll show you excitement, baby.”

“You already have,” she whispers.

I kiss her quickly, grab the gun, and stuff it in the duffel. I haul her over my shoulder with a growl that makes her laugh and squeal all at once.

“Lesson’s over. Time to get something to eat.”

This lesson might be over, but something tells me we’re just getting started.