Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,95
Flynn. You can handle it.”
Flynn’s jaw clenches, his fists crumpling the folder in his hands. “I’m not a fucking babysitter.”
“We all have to take jobs we don’t like,” I tease.
Deacon snorts, but Flynn doesn’t look very impressed.
“Is this a joke? Am I being fooled right now?” He looks from our boss to me and back again. “It has to be, because there’s no way you’re sending your second-in-command to New York to babysit some movie star’s teenage daughter.”
“She’s twenty, nearly twenty-one,” I correct, but my friend doesn’t seem to change his opinion with the information.
“You leave tomorrow.” Deacon nods at both of us before walking out.
“I’ve booked your plane ticket and sent all the necessary information to your email. Make sure you pack a couple pairs of sneakers because the girl likes to give her bodyguards the slip.”
I pat him on the back before walking out of the office. My work here is done.
My cheeks hurt from smiling when a text from Whitney comes through. Yes, the sight of her bare pussy makes my cock hard, but the blanket under her naked body isn’t mine. I’m a detail-oriented man, and she’s well aware of this. She knows what the image is telling me, and that’s why when I get to our apartment building, I press the button for the ninth floor and not the twelfth.
She’s purposefully disobeying, just like I hoped she would.
As quiet as a church mouse, I use the key I had made when I had her door fixed. If she didn’t want me to sneak in, she would’ve used the deadbolts, forcing me to knock to gain entry. She’s swaying her hips, dancing to a song blasting from her phone inside her closet when I find her. I wrap my arms around her the second I step inside, and she startles.
“You said a couple of hours.” She giggles, but that isn’t the game we’re playing right now.
“You’re going to have to start following my rules, or you’re going to have one hell of a sore ass.”
She groans when I grasp her hip with one hand, a warning not to move, and use my other to tug a scarf down from a hook on her closet wall.
“Look at you, compliant and obedient. Such a good girl.” I tie the scarf around her eyes, and the second I press a kiss to her cheek, the game begins.
“Stop!” she screams, her bare foot coming down on the top of my foot.
“Fuck!” I hiss, reaching for the injury.
It gives her time to escape the closet. Simon scampers out of her way when she bolts from the bedroom, but I catch up to her at the end of the hall, gripping her hair at the base of her neck and stopping her in her tracks.
“There’s no sense in running. You know how this ends.”
“Please,” she begs. “Please don’t.”
“If this isn’t what you wanted, you should’ve been in my apartment, not here. You knew you were lighting the fuse on a bomb you wouldn’t have a chance of surviving.”
“Please. Please don’t!”
I bite at her neck, my cock thickening to the point of pain when she moans.
“Are you going to start listening?” I punctuate each word with a rip in her clothing.
Her t-shirt tears from her body first, perfect breasts bouncing loose, followed by the holes I tear into the crotch of her yoga pants. My mouth waters at the sight of her fresh skin, but my mind can’t focus there for very long.
“Where are your panties, you filthy girl?”
“Y-you don’t like them,” she hisses, her arms flailing as she continues to try to get away from me when I press a finger to the tight little rosebud of her ass. “Please don’t. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you’re going to be sorry. I’m going to make sure of that.”
My fingers find her heat, shoving in without warning, and she freezes, her mouth open on a soundless cry. She’s still trying to process her reaction when I force her to bend at the waist over the arm of her sofa. Her breath leaves her in an oomph from the force.
“Wren! Don’t!” she yells when I line the flared head of my very angry cock at her entrance. There’s no fucking stopping me now. We’re too far to take a step back and reevaluate.
Her feet leave the ground when I slam inside of her, and as her heat engulfs me, I thank whoever the genius was that created fucking sweatpants, making them so easy to shove down and