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But he isn’t taking orders from me, just like he said. He’s drawing it out and making me crazy while sparks burst along the edge of my vision, and I’m grasping for what remains just out of reach.
“So close. Please.”
My begging tips it over the edge. When Cannon’s teeth close lightly around my clit and his fingers press right where I need them, I explode with a scream.
The orgasm washes over me, staying strong as he stokes the flames higher, but I’m insensible. My head whips back and forth as I ride it out, never wanting it to end.
At least, not until he says, “That a girl, Drew. Good girl.”
Drew.
Drew.
Drew.
My fake name clangs like a warning bell, dragging me out of pleasure and back into reality.
Fuck. What am I doing?I scramble back up to a sitting position, my chest heaving, and Cannon Freeman’s face, the face of my target and enemy, inches from my pussy.
It’s safe to say that this definitely isn’t how my investigation was supposed to go.
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There’s a shift in Drew that I can’t explain, but it’s almost like her orgasm scared the hell out of her. Now, instead of pressing into me for more, she’s trying to move away.
I’m not a stupid man, and her explanation for the wig and contacts was weak. There’s something she’s not telling me, and her reaction now is even more evidence of it.
Drew Carson isn’t who she seems.
What she wants, I don’t know, but I’ll find out. If I have to, I’ll cuff her to my bed and make her come over and over from the most erotic kind of torture I can dream up, until her final wall crumbles.
But with that soft, hazy look on her face right now, I don’t want to spook her more. I want to hold her close and see how she reacts to someone taking care of her.
Given the amount of blood pulsing in my crotch, I’m amazed I’m still capable of logical thought at the moment. Call it my superpower.
Instead of pushing her more right now, when I can practically see her walls slamming down, I roll away from the desk so she can shut her legs, but after an inch, I pause.
“I want to get one thing straight right now. This has nothing to do with what happens at the club or whatever reason you really felt the need to wear a wig and contacts. This is between us. Get me?”
Drew nods quickly, and I roll the rest of the way back.
As I stand, I place one hand on the desk on either side of her hips so our noses are an inch apart.
“That will not be the last time I eat your pussy. I’ll promise you that. Now, come on. You owe me that game of shuffleboard we just got distracted from.”
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An hour later,I know I should have thrown Drew out of my apartment immediately after I wiped the taste of her from my lips.
Her laughter fills my office as she fucking beats me at the game I play almost every day by myself, and the sight of joy on her face is absolutely fucking breathtaking.
When I said she was dangerous, I didn’t even know the extent of her powers of devastation.
“We really should’ve played for money. Because I do believe I just crushed you again.” Drew points to her shuffleboard weights, which sit in the area that is awarded the most points.
“How in the hell are you able to keep doing that?” The incredulity in my tone speaks for itself.
