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My eyes snap open as I throw my head back with a soft
moan. Jesus I swear I’m not usually this loud, but something about him, the way
he’s watching me, the way he does things knowing it’s for my pleasure only. I
find guys usually just do their thing and don’t care how good it is for you,
and once they’re done they pretty much leave or kick you out. I try to make a habit
of not sticking around after to evade the awkwardness as much as possible.

 

He sits back and pulls on my hips, dragging me closer
as he drives himself into me again. His hands move from my hips down my
stomach, and he grabs both my tits in his hands, tugging on one of my nipples
with his fingers. As he gets closer to the edge, he slides his hand down my
stomach and between my legs, and then starts to rub gently with his thumb,
right where I need him.

 

“Kayla” he says, almost a whisper but I still hear it
even over my loud gasps, and his sexy as hell growl.

 

He shuts his eyes tight as he pushes into me a few
more times, and leans down kissing all the way up my chest and finally reaching
my lips.

 

His mouth on mine covers my moan as I finally reach my
orgasm, seeping through every inch of my body. I can feel him grinning against
my lips with the satisfaction of knowing that every slice of pleasure is
because of him. It feels slightly strange to have someone so attentive to my
needs, so satisfied knowing how they’re making me feel as if it matters most.

 

I know he’s close as he starts to thrust a little
faster, and grabs both my hips for support, pumping a few more times before
reaching his release with a soft growl.

 

Usually I’d get straight out of bed, but I find myself
sliding my hand up his arm and around the back of his neck, pulling him down
for another kiss. Almost like a big fat thank you for screwing my brains out so
successfully.

 

I start laughing as he kisses my cheek, my lips, my
other cheek, and just all over my face.

 

“Fuck” he says again and grins looking down at me,
sliding his thumb against my jaw.

 

“Good kind of fuck or bad kind of fuck Carter?” I
laugh.

 

“Good…very fucking good kind” he laughs with me.

 

Chapter
5

Carter

I am royally and utterly fucked. The more she tells me
she doesn’t do the sweet and gentle, which usually I’m against anyway, the more
I find myself wanting to prove to her just how fucking nice sweet and gentle
can be.
Insane, right?

 

Jimmy and I never really took the opportunities women
presented to get to know them better, to know things about them because of the
shit we were doing. If you don’t have anyone close to you then they can’t use
them against you, no weaknesses.

 

Every tiny bit I’m finding out about her is making me
want to know that extra bit more. It feels like some things between us are too
similar for me to even comprehend at the moment, and it’s got me so intrigued I
can’t stop pushing her, pushing her for more, pushing her that tiny bit
further.

 

For starters, she’s Polish. Might not seem like a big
deal to most, but to me it seems like a giant coincidence or connection I’m
missing. As soon as I saw her across the road surveying the building after I
met with Mikhalov, it peaked my curiosity further. I know for a fact she’s not
there for the ordinary work of an assistant, she seems too competent for that
kind of stuff.

 

Sure I was born here, but having spent most of my life
around Russian families you pick up bits and pieces of the language. My father
was in with all the Russians too, and the man I’m trying to win against – Abram
Mikhalov, but that’s a whole other story.

 

And secondly, a bullet hanging from a chain around her
neck is not a sign she’s any ordinary woman. The more she tells me she’s
trouble, the more I believe her, but having done the things I’ve done in my
past it doesn’t scare me off. In fact, it makes me want her so much more. Makes
me realise a woman like her could handle everything about my life without a
seconds hesitation.

 

I watch her laying in my bed, sheets loosely draped
across her body, as I lay here with my arms behind my back. She tried to run
off as soon as we were done, but I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. She cracks
open one of her dark brown eyes slightly and sees me watching her, then to my
surprise gives me a soft embarrassed smile. What the fuck she has to be
embarrassed about I got no idea.

 

She tugs the sheet up a little higher to hide her
tits, and turns to get out of bed. No way am I having her leave just yet. I
pull the sheet until she lets her grip on it go, exposing her chest, and gently
pull her down by her forearm.

 

She lands back on the bed with a small bounce on the
mattress, and starts to giggle when I roll over and kiss her neck. She seems to
like it when I kiss her neck.

I’m starting to find I really like that sound coming
out of her mouth, of course the sounds she makes while fucking is higher up on
that list - the little moans, almost like a soft purr a kitten makes.

 

“I have to go” she says, and tries to wriggle out from
under me.

 

“Do you really, or are you just running?” I say as I
slide my hand down across her skin, and reach the exposed flesh between her
legs.

 

She scoffs a little before answering, “Why would I be
running?”

 

As soon as my fingers start to slide through her
wetness, she closes her eyes and a soft moan escapes her perfect pink lips.
That’s what I thought. She doesn’t want to leave she’s just running away –
maybe even used to guys kicking her out straight after. Well, that’s going to
change because I sure as fuck am not kicking her out any time soon.

 

I move my lips across her collarbone, and as I slide a
finger inside I lower my lips to her nipple, biting gently knowing she likes
that.

 

“Are you sure you have to go?” I ask mischievously,
and all she does is shake her head slightly before wrapping her arms around my
neck and pulling me against her.

 

Chapter
6

Kayla

I’m not one to usually stick around a guy’s apartment
after sex, but somehow it’s six in the evening, and I’m still here after a whole
day with him. Not for a lack of trying to leave though don’t get me wrong.

 

After we avoided the
why-is-there-a-bullet-hanging-from-your-necklace conversation, we kind of
didn’t talk much at all after that. After we had sex we laid there for about
ten minutes catching our breath, and then somehow started again - something
along the lines of me saying his name repeatedly while he worked his tongue
between my legs, the occasional ‘Oh god Carter, don’t stop”, and just moaning
in general from the both of us.

 

I don’t usually get much from a guy doing that but
holy shit - he sure knows how to use what he’s got. Obviously I felt I had to
return the amazing favour after that wild orgasm, so I pulled him down on top
of me and then rolled us over, working my way down his body with my lips and
tongue.

 

Either I was too good at what I was doing, or not at
all, because I didn’t end up with my lips wrapped around him for long before he
dragged me up and rolled us over again, sliding himself into me again.

 

I’m learning lots of little things about Carter after
spending the day with him. I found he’s slightly ticklish after sex, which is
adorable. He has more food in his pantry and fridge then a five person family,
and it’s not the type of food you’d find in a bachelors home either. I mean he
even has goddamn spices in his pantry. I know this, because he made me lunch,
and it was by far one of the best things I've ever tasted too.

 

“How are you so good at this?” he asks, bringing me
back to now, which is us half naked and playing PlayStation on his giant flat
screen TV. It’s a big difference running around with guns on a game, to running
around with a gun in real life, but I’m not exactly going to share that I’ve
experienced both. I reload my gun and start running around again looking for
his character, shooting him point blank as he comes around a corner.

 

“I give up…this is just embarrassing.”

 

“Aww come on, I’m on a roll here!”

 

“You hungry?” he asks, as he puts his controller down
on the coffee table and stands up to stretch. I watch his muscles flex as he
stretches his arms up, and before I can answer his question, my phone starts
ringing and vibrating across the coffee table loudly. As soon as I see it’s
Alek I realise I had plans tonight, plans to obtain something important, and
I’m now running late.

 

Carter sees the name flashing on the screen and my
sudden panic, and then eyes me curiously - “I thought you said you didn’t have
a boyfriend?”

 

“I don’t. I have to go though” I say, and start
looking for my clothes that are scattered throughout his house. Shit, shit,
shit, how could I forget about this? I run around his apartment like crazy,
pulling on different pieces of clothing, and tying my hair into a messy bun. As
I’m hopping around trying to slip my feet into my sneakers, I notice he’s
standing against the couch, fully dressed, and playing with his car keys.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Giving you a lift home.”

 

I hesitate for a moment but realise it’s probably a
lot faster than running home right now, and I’m in a serious hurry. We make our
way down to the car park in complete silence, and I give him a huge grin when I
see his car is a black Camaro – like the old school ones that rumble so loud
you can feel it in your gut. He starts the car, and then pulls out from the underground
car park of his building, merging smoothly with the traffic outside.

 

I sit in the passenger seat tapping my fingers against
my thigh impatiently, until he reaches over and places his hand over mine,
calming me slightly, “Are you okay?”

 

“Sure…yeah...fine” I answer, too distracted to even
try to sound remotely composed.

 

I notice he speeds up slightly, weaving in and out of
traffic like always but going faster than usual. I send off a quick text to
Alek to let him know I’m five minutes from home, and apologise a ridiculously
stupid amount of times, getting no response back. No surprise there.

 

Once we get to my house, I have my passenger door open
before we even pull to a complete stop. I’m out the car in a second, and I
hesitate for a brief moment with the door open, just looking at him, lost for
the right thing to say.

 

In the end I stupidly say, “Thanks for today” and
close the car door. Then I run up the front steps and burst through the front
door. I know that was an incredibly ridiculous thing to say considering how
fucking amazing he was, but I honestly didn’t know what else to say. Oh hey,
thanks for fucking my brains out all day?

 

I’m pulling my clothes off as I race through the
house, throwing them wherever, and run to my room to grab clean clothes, “I
know Alek, I know. I’m late…I got distracted…it won’t happen again.”

 

“You’re lucky this is just to get blue prints and not
something entirely massive” he yells at me from the living room. I throw on
clean underwear, black tights, and a black tank top – all black, the go-to
colour of a criminal.
God I’m an idiot.

 

“Are you coming with me?” I ask Alek but get no
response - maybe he just didn’t hear me.

 

I move to my walk in wardrobe where my safe is behind
my hanging clothes, and spin the lock, opening it and pulling out a pistol. No,
I have not killed anyone with it, and I don’t plan to either. Not just yet
anyway. I always take it with me just in case, whether for the peace of mind or
for a little encouragement if I need something from someone.

 

Okay I lie, I have shot someone with it but only in
the leg, and it was an accident…kind of.

As I pull the clip out and check the ammo, I make my
way back out into the living room. Just as I’m stepping out from the hallway I
push the clip back in, and freeze mid step - the click of the gun sounding
incredibly loud compared to the sudden silence in the room. Standing in my
living room is Carter, eyeing me and the gun in my hand.

 

“Uhh…Carter? What are you doing?”

 

“You left your phone on the seat of my car” he says
and pulls his hand up, holding my phone up for me to see he’s not making things
up.

 

“I think the two of you need to talk…maybe take Carter
with you?” Alek says, surprising me.
Is
he insane?

 

“Sure, I’ll go” Carter says casually, not in the least
bit concerned with why I have a gun, or where it is that I need to go with it.
I stand there speechless, watching him watch me - until Alek clears his throat
and reminds me I need to go. I throw on a hoodie and slide the gun into the
front pocket, then slide my feet into my black converse sneakers without
bothering to lace them up properly.

 

I eye Alek for a brief second, and he gives me a soft
nod before I make my way outside and lean against the roof of Carter’s car.
Alek must have been saying something to him, because it takes him a minute or
so to walk out of the house and make his way down to his car after me– in total
silence.

 

He unlocks his car and I slide in without a word, and
then watch him do the same. He starts the car and waits patiently, still in
total silence, until I realise he’s waiting for directions.

 

“Just head towards Lincoln Towers on West End” I tell
him quietly, and he pulls away from the curb. I manage to stay quiet for a
whole five minutes before the silence finally kills me.

 

“I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking…but it’s
not that.”

 

“So it’s not more trouble?”

 

“Okay…maybe it
is
what you’re thinking then…but not the kind of trouble you’re thinking
of.”

 

“Mmmhmm…”

 

“You can pull over and let me out…”

 

He cuts me off mid-sentence, “I don’t think so.”

 

“So what are you going to do then…take me to the
police? That guns legal” I straight up lie.

 

“No, I’m going to help you” he says surprisingly.

 

“You don’t even know what I’m doing. You don’t care if
you’re aiding and abetting a criminal?”

 

“Not if that criminal is you.”

 

“You know what Carter…You are one very confusing man.”

 

He grins in response and strangely doesn’t even care
that I just called myself a criminal, which makes my thoughts run wild. What
the hell is he thinking? We drive for a few more minutes in complete silence
again until we’re heading down Broadway Avenue.

 

“Take a left here” I say, and he follows my directions
the rest of the way towards Hudson. I decide on walking the few streets between
where we park and the block I need to get to. Better to park a tiny bit further
than too close and have me spotted running to his car – which isn’t entirely
inconspicuous. We end up parking down West End Avenue, right next to the
Lincoln Towers.

 

“I won’t be too long” I say as I jump out the car and
don’t wait for a reply.

 

I head down West End and finally see the tall black
gate with the ‘no admittance’ sign stuck in the middle. Smack bang in the
middle of the gates separating the entrance and exit sides is the little booth
with the security guard in it. I watch as he flips the page on his magazine,
not one ounce of concentration on his surroundings. That’s why I had to hurry,
because this security guy is on the late shift and he doesn’t do his job very
well. It makes what I’m about to do a hell of a lot easier.

 

I take a swift look down the street and quickly scale
the tall fence and jump over, landing softly and quietly on the other side. I
slide myself behind the big, grey electrical boxes and close my eyes
momentarily, soaking up the rush of excitement. Once I’m out of sight I take a
deep breath and relax, until I see Carter doing exactly the same thing I just
did.
What the hell?

 

I reach out from my hiding spot and yank him into the
tight confined space, flush against my body.

 

“What the fuck are you doing Carter?”

 

“I said I was going to help you” he smiles slightly,
“no-one saw me.”

 

“You’re going to get us shot is what you’re going to
do” I whisper yell and then shut my eyes with a sigh. I feel his warm breath
against my cheek, so I open my eyes to look at him. I realise now in this tiny
space between us that he’s pressed flat against me, one hand resting on my arm,
and the other wrapped around my waist.

 

“Aren’t you curious what you’re getting yourself
into?”

 

“I’m actually more curious as to whether you’re in
lace for something like this as well” he grins, and slides his hand down from
my waist to cup my ass. No doubt he can feel what kind of underwear I’m wearing
through my running tights, but decides to slip his hand underneath them before
giving my ass a gentle squeeze.

 

Satisfied with the answer, he grins so wide it gives
him that cute crinkle in the corner of his eye, and skims his lips against my
cheek and down my jaw.

 

“Where to now, Catwoman?”

 

“Catwoman?”

 

“Yeah…she was the only sexy criminal I could think of
on the spot” he shrugs.

 

I stare at him momentarily speechless and just shake
my head, before sliding my way to the other side of the tight space.

 

Once I slip out from behind the big electrical box, I
turn and watch Carter. He’s wearing a dark grey converse sweater, jeans, and to
my surprise, black converse sneakers as well. I guess being in such a rush
before I didn’t stop to take notice that we match.
Squad goals.

 

“Nice shoes” I say, and smile back when he gives me a
wink.

 

Now that we’re further down the unlit alley, the
security guard in the booth won’t be able to see us. We head down what looks
like a small car park, and make our way towards the building on the other end
of the alley. It’s not essentially an alley, just the space between the
buildings surrounding this block, which conveniently once you pass that
security guard leads you to the back entrances of each business on the ground
floor of each building.

 

“So why are you bringing a gun to break into a
building?” Carter asks as we walk along in the darkness, the only source of
light is the almost full moon. Alek must have said something to Carter, or
maybe he just figured out what we’re doing.

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