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Liam had protected me, and yeah, maybe it had been just an over partying drunkard, but throughout my life, that rarely happened.
Two undercover agents tangled up in feelings we had no business having, falling for men we should’ve been interrogating, not fantasizing about.
Finally, I snapped. With a growl, I flipped us over, straddling him. Liam's eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with approval. “That’s it, kitten,” he purred. “Take what you want.”
I, Olivia Bennett, a seasoned federal agent, reduced to a quivering mess by this man’s mere presence. Oh, how far I’d fallen.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Johnathan chuckled. I hurried toward the bathroom, my cheeks burning now. How was I going to face him after this? Maybe he didn’t listen in to all the crazy sex Liam and I had? As I reached for the doorknob, his voice stopped me. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, good morning… kitten.”
“I'm the executioner, Liam,” Oli whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I hadn't realized how close she'd gotten.
I flipped it over in my hand and held the barrel of the glock as I dropped it between her legs and turned it over. She moaned as I started fucking her with it. “You've been a bad girl,” I crooned. “Liam…” She panted my name like a prayer, arching into the pleasure that coursed through her. Her walls clenched around the grip of the gun, needy little pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air. She started grinding against my movements, working herself to her climax. I gripped the gun harder as her wetness slipped down onto my fingers.
“Being a murderer covering up murders for another murderer… it’s hard.”
