The Hitman's Guide to Tying the Knot Without Getting Shot - Alice Winters Page 0,86

while every dresser and closet in the house was empty. This was all fine and fun over the weekend until my mom decided to do a surprise visit that ended in me horrified and Leland overly proud of himself. I thought she’d learn to not let herself in uninvited from then on out, but it didn’t deter her. I think she enjoys it when she catches us doing something she deems inappropriate so she can bitch about it. It’s one of her favorite pastimes, and Leland seems to be delighted every time my mom gets mad.

“How about we don’t do that again?” I ask, but he seems far too proud of himself to do anything I’m asking.

“What? Admire your naked tush all weekend long?” He gives the side of my ass a smack. “Other than when you were trying to wear the rug. That wasn’t as sexy.”

I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly pushes his own pants and underwear down his hips before kicking them off. “Your idea of sexy is sometimes so confusing,” I tease. This is sexy. Seeing Leland naked, hands running over me, is sexy.

He grins at me because it’s clear he doesn’t mind what I do and don’t consider sexy. He leans down and kisses me as I slide my hands up his bare thighs to his ass before squeezing. He pushes his hips forward until his cock rubs against mine. His tongue twirls around mine as my hand runs around his hip to his cock, sliding my fingers down it. I love the noise that escapes him as I keep my touch teasingly light. There’s something so unforgivably sexy about this man.

Even though it’s clear he’s enjoying the touch on his cock, he pulls back as he slowly moves his body down mine, only to stop and grin at me. “What if you had to do this entire mission naked?”

“Sounds like I would not only be a better target, but I’d get arrested.”

“I wonder if they’d take your mug shot naked and if they’d let me keep it,” Leland says.

I raise an eyebrow, really hoping he doesn’t actually think this is a good idea.

“They’d be so blinded by your beauty they probably wouldn’t even be able to shoot you. Envision this, you run in, dick flopping around, huge smile on your face and we get the bad guys first.” His finger traces a line around the base of my cock.

I decide just ignoring Leland would be the best turnout for this scenario, so I pull him back to me and kiss him to quiet his crazy talk. “Shh… sexy time.”

“Hmm… I do love sexy time,” he mumbles against my lips.

“You love to talk during sexy time which confuses my body.”

“I’m not sure how I could ever confuse you.”

“You leave me horribly confused quite often,” I joke as I draw my hands up his stomach to his chest, then back down as I kiss him. He kisses a line down my neck to my chest, running a tongue over my left nipple before continuing his journey down my stomach, finger running over the scar from the gunshot. Each soft kiss or brush of his lips makes my body ache and heat rise inside me. He runs his lips down my body as his hand cups my cock, pushing it up as his lips wrap around the tip. I groan as his tongue swirls around me.

As I look down at him, he wraps his free hand around his cock, stroking it as he sucks me. Just watching him feels almost as good as his mouth. He sinks down farther on my cock, head bobbing as his eyes flicker up to catch mine. The sight makes me moan as his hot, wet mouth drives me crazy. I want to push up into him, but I fight to keep myself still as I let him work his mouth and hand over me.

He knows me so extremely well; he knows every way to flick his tongue or rub that drives me crazy. He knows how much he turns me on. I reach down and slip my fingers into his hair just so I can feel him.

When I can’t take any more, I try to pull him up, but he keeps my hips held down as he sucks harder on me. I groan, unable to take any more of it as he sinks down on my cock and I come. I cry out as I dig my fingers into the bed before