The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

Fox’s arms slide around me as I am rinsing the (expensive) shampoo from my hair. I grin and finish rinsing before wiping my face and opening my eyes to the best person in the world. Sliding my arms around his neck, I lift myself up to kiss him. Fox pulls me in close, turns off the water, and slots in for the kiss, taking his time to thoroughly ravage me. He pushes me up against the cool tiles, lifting me just enough to press our dicks together. He growls his approval as I give in to the urge to frot against him. His strength isn’t bulky, but my man has no problem lifting me off my feet and holding me at exactly the right place to maximize dick contact between us. He loves my mouth and spends ages enjoying the slide of our tongues before he takes his lips away and kisses along my jaw, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I reach between us, panting and ready to come, but Fox captures my hand before I can jerk us off. “I want you inside me before you come,” he grumbles into my neck, sucking a hickey into my skin. I whine, but I’m not actually protesting. I just want my orgasm; I don’t care how he makes it happen. Ok, my whines aren’t verbal, but he understands what it means when I pinch the skin over his ribs. We’ve developed non-verbal signals over the past few months. It’s one of the best things that comes from true intimacy. We can read each other, especially when one of us has to rely on clever body language to communicate clearly. His deep, dark chuckle freezes me in...