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“If you must.” I sighed.
Her hips bucked up against my hand and the vibrator as she came hard. Tipping my head to the side, I watched her pussy clench with each wave of her orgasm.
God, what a beautiful sight.
We both finally caught our breath as my heart rate slowed to a happy beat.
“I see you kept your collar on as ordered,” I allowed my fingertips to trail along her collarbone. “Proud of you.”
Her dark black hair, framing her round face, allowed her cheeks to pop out. She blushed so prettily as she snuggled up to me.
“Goodnight, my Beauty.”
CHAPTER THREE
Tru
Dressed in my bright red long skirt with a slit up to my hip and my black leather corset that doubled as a bulletproof vest, I heard the swoosh of the email come in from headquarters. I couldn’t wait to get out of this tiny ass smelly van. Ronin and Hal were serious slobs, and I didn’t know how Charlie stood it. She was our driver and aggressively organized. In fact, I would say it was beyond obsessive. I mean, the woman alphabetized the stuff in her glove box.
I wonder what the closets in her house look like.
“You almost ready?” Hal said to me as he adjusted the camera on one of Ronin’s buttons.
“Yep.” As I opened the email. “Just…one more second.”
“She’s ready.” Ronin’s hand slid over my shoulder. “We’ve practiced being comfortable with each other’s touch all week.” He trickled his fingertips up the side of my cheek. Feeling his breath close to my ear, he said, “What’s your safe word?”
Okay, that was way too sexy for my liking.
“Oh shut up, you perv. You just liked our ‘spanking practice play’ a bit more than you’re willing to admit, Ro.” I glared up at him. Dammit. He needed to be out of my personal space…like right now.
“Hah! I think it’s the other way around.” Ronin nudged my shin with the tip of his boot, and his smile was a bit too knowing.
Thankfully, the computer dinged, and I pulled out of my staring match with him. The fingerprint from the glass I’d taken from Ari’s kitchen showed up as a match. The man on my screen was Corbin, but his name was Mark Whitman, and ‘Mark’ had a rap sheet a mile long.
“Look at this,” I said, tapping the screen. “Here are the cartel ties we were looking for from our last case.”
Ronin and Hal leaned in to peer at the line I was pointing at in the email.
“Damn…” Hal whistled between his teeth.
“You were right, Tru.” Ronin nodded his head. “So let’s go get the bastard.”
“I’m ready when you two are,” Charlie said, still looking forward out of the front window.
I swear everyone who passed her when we walked on the street or down the hall at the office gave her a wide berth. It wasn’t because she was a large woman. She was barely over five feet tall, with this perfect petite frame and long blonde hair. Charlie simply exuded this ‘don’t fuck with me’ energy, or it was the way she dressed. She had been mistaken for a secret service agent and a mafia boss, but she seemed to revel in the comparisons.
“I’m ready,” I said, standing, my skirt falling to the floor.
Ronin’s eyes raked over my body, and the grin that spread across Hal’s face said all I needed to know. I was going to fit in just fine at the kink club.
“I have your masks required for the event,” Charlie said, peering back at us in the rearview mirror. “Tru, I must say that dress is killer.”
Instant warmth spread across my face, especially around my cheeks. “Thank you.”
She responded with a single nod and glanced away, but I caught a small smile on her perfect pout. Charlie was ridiculously gorgeous, so much so that she made me blush.
Ronin pushed open the back van door, jumping down. I had to admit his ass looked great in the black leather pants he wore. His leather boots hit the ground, and he quickly spun around, reaching his hand up for me to grasp.