Page 125 of Allegiance

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Page 125 of Allegiance

There wouldn’t be gentle and sweet. There would be rough, brutal, and fucking.

And no lady wanted that kind of man.

Instead, he flirted back because he was, clearly, an idiot.

“Maybe I already do,” he said, not believing he told her his deep secret that he was around when she didn’t know it. “Maybe I watch over you when you don’t see me.”

Her heart skipped.

God.

She wanted a hero in the worst way, and she knew it was him.

When he saved her outside of The Underground months ago, earning that scar, he made her panties wet.

They were perpetually wet too.

What woman didn’t want that knight on a white horse saving them from the bad all around them?

She definitely did.

Big-time.

“That’s intriguing, Remmy,” she said, her breath hitching in her chest. This man was going to be trouble, and that was her middle name.

He warned her.

“You should close your blinds,” he suggested. “You never know who is watching, Calyx,” he said, not meaning him, so much, but that the city was full of danger.

Okay, he meant him too.

At his words, she leaned down and got super close to him.

“If I took your advice, then you couldn’t watch me, Director,” she whispered. “I always know you’re there. Bath time is my favorite time.”

At her words, his dick got hard, fast.

Jesus.

She knew he was there, and she was cognizant of him lurking in the shadows. No one ever spotted him, but she had. That was insane to him. He was damn good at hiding in plain sight.

“I can feel you near,” she said. “I always know,” she added as if she’d been in his head.

Oh, Christ.

He had to get space between them. If not, he was going to take her to the back room, and they were fornicating on a case of beer.

A few times.

His balls were so tight from celibacy, that he wanted her in the worst way, and he wouldn’t be able to say no.

Pulling the envelope out, he slid it to her before he did something incredibly stupid.

“Mikey says thank you for your continued assistance,” he said.

She tucked it into her apron.

Then, she had to help them. She’d seen the skank hanging out at this table, and she didn’t like the woman. She was all kinds of foul.




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