first body on my gun for, the one I went to college with? She can disappear a body like it never existed.”
His smile widened.
“This may be a little morbid to say as we stand over a body that we are responsible for murdering, but you make me proud to be your husband.”
Sweetness seemed out of character for Arjen, therefore his compliments caused a warm and fuzzy feeling to invade my senses. I gave him a shoulder shrug before batting my lashes at him playfully.
“Thank you for such a lovely compliment. Flattery doesn’t usually work on me, but from you, I believe it does.”
Without glancing down, he stepped across the body so that he was standing in my personal space, his eyes glued to mine, his lips turned into a sexy smirk. I was drawn in instantly as a floating sensation took control of my body. Hands at my hips, he kept me close, letting me feel how hard he was.
“When I’m around you, I can’t help myself, I have to taste your lips, and caress this body,” he whispered, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.
Were we flirting with each other while standing over a dead bloody body? I didn’t pull away from his kiss because I wanted it, enjoyed the warm, soft press of his lips on mine. His kiss was slow at first, until he delved deeper, dredging up raw passion. His tongue brushed the seam of my lips, asking for permission to enter my mouth.
Our kiss turned frantic, desperate, and the pent-up lust we’d been suppressing began to spill free. Was he about to fuck me right here next to a dead man? The depravity of it all floored me, but I wasn’t disgusted.
A soft moan escaped as soon as his tongue caressed mine, easing deeper into my mouth to draw another moan from within. Hot juices leaked into my panties from being so turned on from his kiss and his hands roaming my body and squeezing my ass.
He backed up, his eyes heavy with hunger and a mischievous twinkle I had never seen in them before.
“How about I call my people to clean this up for you? I think we need to go home. Right now,” he said between harsh breaths. “I do believe we have some things we need to take care of before we try and figure out who is targeting you, or me for that matter.”
Arjen’s kiss had drawn my focus enough that I forgot the dead bloody mess lying in my view. What was wrong with me? I was one sick puppy, to be so hot and ready for sex while a dead body rested at my feet. Arjen was just as sick, the notion making me believe with all certainty that we belonged together.
The decision was an easy one. Clean up blood and gore or go home and let my husband fuck me silly?
“Call your people? How fast can they get here?”
“Fast enough for us to leave now and pass them on the highway,” he stated, taking out his phone and swiping his finger across the shiny surface.
“I have a cleanup I need taken care of quickly. Double pay for the short notice. I’ll text you the coordinates.”
He paused briefly, listening to whatever the person said.
“Thanks.”
After sending the coordinates, he shoved his phone into his back pocket and reached for my hand.
“Just like that?”
He grinned at my question. “Just like that,” he answered.
I knew as well as he did that the type of service he had ordered was essential for the kind of lives we led. With the increasing number of bodies, I sensed I would be using his services more often. We walked away from the body like we had played a good game of racquetball.
“We’ll take my car. I’ll send someone to pick up yours later.”
He placed his hand at my back as he opened the front door for me.
“My car was how you found me, right?”
I wanted him to find me so that he could see that my off the grid moments weren’t random quests to commit suicide, but a necessary evil that came with this life.
“Smart and beautiful. I do believe you were made for me, Mecca.”
Although I didn’t reply, I was starting to think the same thing about him. The way we lived was almost a reflection of the other’s life. However, the idea that a high-level enemy was targeting me would have me wired until I figured out who it was and why.
Once Arjen had