Status Updates From Hit Man (Deadliest Lies #3)

A beautiful, intelligent, naive do-gooder. Trouble. Straight-up trouble. Might as well shoot me right now.

Trying to process that what’s happening is real and not some television show. I calm myself by focusing on the feel of him. His bare chest burning warmly against my back. The strength of his body. His groin, which is fully pressed up against my ass. He’s hung like a porno star. Fucks like a porno star. I press my eyelids closed tight. Seriously? I might be killed and the last thing I die thinking about is his cock?

A second collective uproar echoes around the room as I strip for the camera, slowly, taking my time to fold my shirt then my pants and set them on a chair, before turning and offering the fucking Peeping Toms a full-frontal view.
Cocky bastard.
“Damn, you’re hung.”
“You got a third leg between your thighs?”
“Didn’t know cocks came that big.”

“Low key. I said low fucking . . .”
Yeah, Hayden knows me well.
“The asshole has nowhere else to go—”
“Goddamn it . . .”
I grin. “—since I blew up his house.”

I'm not sure yet if I like Diego or not but he may come over anytime to try to persuade me ;-)

Bored out of my mind! Hoping story will pick up!