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  She whimpered.

  He leaned over, placed the gun on a ledge by the door. “First things first, I never planned to hurt you, so get that out your mind.” Justice brushed his nose on her nape, inhaled the fragrance of heated jasmine on her skin. “At no time did I entertain hurting you, Myka.” He began pulling pins from her hair. Myka held herself so still, if it weren't for the racing pulse behind her ear he'd think she wasn't breathing.

  Finished with the pins, Justice plunged his fingers into the mess of curls on her head. “I love your hair, Myka. The way it felt like silk dragging across my skin in Toronto.” He twisted a strand around his fingers and pulled. “You loved it when I pulled your hair, the sounds you made still echo in my head."

  A gurgled sound escaped from her. She moved as if to turn around, but he didn't budge. “That night you were the one in charge, Myka, but things have changed.” He dropped a hand to her thigh, slid a finger up under the hem of her dress.

  She tensed. “Justice.” A moan as she pushed her ass onto his cock.

  He brushed her hair aside as his finger hooked on her thong. The crotch was soaked. His cock grew even more rigid. He found the tiny hole of her pussy, traced it. Hot liquid flooded his finger.

  Myka gasped.

  "Now I know your name,” he said. “And you know mine. You can say it when you cum.” He slid his finger into her cunt and bit down on her neck. Hard.

  Her body jerked, a high-pitched wail left her throat. Her pussy grabbed his finger, held him tight. His cock strained in the confines of his pants.

  "My favorite part of Toronto was when you used your nails, Myka.” He pulled his finger out, thrust two back in. “You left your mark on me."

  Myka sobbed. Her hips swiveled, pussy sucked him deeper. She clutched at the door as she rode his fingers.

  "Want to know what I regretted most as I watched you creep out that hotel room?” He licked her ear, caught the lobe between his teeth. “I never got to taste you the way I wanted to, feast on your juicy cunt like a last meal.” He continued thrusting into her wetness. “What do you regret?"

  She shook her head while her hips sped up.

  "Tell me,” he said harshly. He pulled his hand away from her. Slowly, to maximize the torture. Her walls worked furiously to trap him inside. “Tell me."

  "More,” she sobbed. “I wanted more. I wanted to keep you inside me for as long as I could."

  He moved his hand from her hair, fumbled with the buttons on his pants. “And now? Do you want me inside you now?” He freed his painfully erect cock. Pre-cum glistened on the swollen head.

  "Yes,” she shouted. “Please, Justice, please."

  "Begging, Myka?” He pushed her dress up to her waist, pulled her thong to the side. Myka arched her back, widening her stance. She pressed her palms and forehead flat against the door. Justice took a quick second to smooth a palm over the flesh of her rounded ass, before he guided his aching cock to her dripping center.

  He surged inside her on a smooth stroke, eliciting a throaty groan from Myka. “Fuck yeah.” Myka's heated tightness squeezed his cock, sending sparks of electricity coursing through his veins. His balls tightened. Justice closed his eyes, fought to concentrate. He couldn't lose control, couldn't climax inside Myka. They weren't protected, the first time in years he'd allowed himself the luxury.

  Grabbing her hair, he pulled. She trembled, called his name in a breathy sob. Her slickness fluttered around him, massaged him to orgasm's edge. Justice stilled, slid his tongue over and into Myka's ear. She groaned and banged her forehead against the door.

  He thrust into her, hard and deep. The head of his cock nudged her cervix. Justice's legs trembled, sweat dripped into his eyes. Myka rocked back on him as delicious pleasure sizzled at the base of his spine. He reached around to the front of Myka, found her protruding clit and pinched.

  "Justice.” Her nails scraped on the door. Her contoured muscles spasmed around his cock in painful waves.

  "Fuck, damn it!’ He pulled out of her and spun her around so her back was against the door. He dropped to his knees, pulled Myka's quivering body close and draped her right leg over his left shoulder.

  Now at the perfect height for her pussy, Justice dove in and closed his mouth over Myka's clit. Her taste, creamy and tart, dissolved on his tongue and made his mouth water. He groaned, running his tongue over and between the thick folds of her sex. Harsh sounds filled the room, from both him and her.

  Myka's body heaved, she threw her hips into his face, and rocked on him. Justice speared her center, then probed gently. She grabbed his head pushing his face deeper into her cunt. He couldn't breathe, but couldn't find it in him to care. Above him, she cried out and begged.

  "Oh, God. Justice, please. Please."

  He nipped at her clit, plunged three fingers into her.

  "Yes, yes! Fuck, yes. I'm coming.” Her hips rolled furiously while he kept up the plunder of his mouth and fingers. She stiffened, cried out. Fresh cream poured from her, coated his fingers. Abandoning her clit, he lapped at it with a moan. He kept sucking until her legs folded and she collapsed onto his lap.

  Justice pulled her close, hugged her to his chest. Their heartbeats synced to a fast and powerful rhythm he couldn't drown out. They stayed locked in that position until Myka's body stopped twitching and his heart rate slowed.

  "Myka?"

  Soft snores met his muted inquiry. She'd fallen asleep. With a strained chuckle, Justice wrapped an arm around her midsection and rose awkwardly to his feet. His heavy balls and swollen cock hung out from the fly of his pants. The hardest thing he'd ever done was pull out of Myka without emptying himself inside her tight cunt. A trip to the CVS down the block for condoms was definitely in order.

  He staggered to the bedroom and laid Myka on her stomach on the bed. Tucking his aching cock back into his pants, he zipped up, then sat at the edge of the bed and removed her shoes. Next, he wrestled with the tight dress as he tugged it over her head, flinging it to a corner of the room once he had it free.

  She heaved a deep sigh, turned her head to face him and opened sleep-clouded eyes. “Justice."

  His body heated at the sound of his name on her lips. Justice gritted his teeth. His skin itched to be pressed to hers, naked. Hard to soft. “I'm here, Myka. Go back to sleep.” On its own volition, one of his hands reached out to brush the hair away from her face. A knuckle scraped her cheek.

  "Yes,” she murmured. “You're in my dreams.” Her eyes closed as her breathing smoothed out.

  She dreams about me? Justice wasn't sure how he felt about that. Flattered? Wary? He got to his feet and stared down at the naked woman asleep on his bed. Women never saw the insides of the places where he rested his head. Nor the outsides for that matter. Security reasons, of course, coupled with his need to keep everyone at arm's length. The number of people he trusted could be counted on one hand. They were the only ones he allowed into his life. To a degree.

  Myka didn't fit into the life he'd carved out so carefully. He sure as hell didn't fit in with her crowd of politicians and entitled rich folk. All he had to do was find the person who'd put the hit out on her. Although he wasn't entirely sure what came after that. Why the hit in the first place? Justice was willing to bet anything the senator was responsible in some way.

  He'd dig until he found out how.

  Pulling a sheet over Myka's luscious curves, he draped it over her waist. One last hungry sweep of his gaze to admire her golden-hued skin, then he walked out the room and pulled the door closed behind him. In the living room, he changed out of the confining tuxedo and into a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt. Picking up his guns, he slid them into his waistband and stepped out the door. He needed to run some more errands while he waited for Maysin to get back to him with more information.

  * * * *

  "What's up, Rick?"

  Maysin Winthrop-Ferreira groaned out loud. His mattress dipped as the woman of his nightmares sat on the edge of the bed.

 
; "What do you want, Sasha?” He didn't open his eyes, just squeezed them shut tighter.

  "Do I have to want something to come see you?” She waited a beat, then burst out laughing. “Oh, my God, I can't believe I said that with a straight face."

  Hidden under his pillow, Maysin's fingers curled into claws. Sasha Forde was his friend Niko's woman, and a constant pain in Maysin's ass. She refused to call him by his name, choosing instead to call him Rick because she says he resembled Rick Fox.

  "I'm looking for Justice,” Sasha said.

  Argh. “He's not here,” he mumbled into his pillow.

  "I see that, fool. What's in Brooklyn?"

  Maysin lifted his head off the pillow and stared over his shoulder. Sasha sat with his laptop in her lap, a hand on her chin. “Give that back.” He sat up, made a grab for her, but she stepped up and out of his reach.

  She stood in his bedroom doorway with the computer. “Hmm, interesting.” Her hair covered her face on the right as she bent, engrossed in what she saw on the screen. She wore a black leather jacket zipped up to below her generous breasts, yet cut short enough to leave her midriff bare. Her deep cleavage was exposed. Maysin looked down, past the smooth, exposed stomach and the tiniest pair of black shorts he'd ever seen, to the pink platform heels on her feet.

  "Niko let you come outside like this?"

  She didn't look up, just flashed him her middle finger. “My man loves the way I dress, Rick. Now tell me, is she Justice's latest target?” She hit a button on the computer, then turned it to face him.

  He nodded at the familiar photo of Myka Prentiss on the beach. “Yeah."

  "So how long before he gets back? I need him for something.” She walked back and sat next to him on the bed.

  "You need him?” Maysin raised an eyebrow. “Does Niko know?"

  She rolled her eyes. “He sent me to Justice. I have an invitation to Harper Royce's engagement party, but Niko doesn't want to go."

  "Wait.” He grabbed her shoulder. She shrugged him off with a frown. “Am I hearing you right? You know Harper Royce personally?” Months prior, Sasha had broken in and stolen from Harper, but Maysin hadn't known Sasha befriended the woman. But then again, she could be sadistic.

  "Yeah, she's my lawyer. You didn't know?"

  "No.” He hopped off the bed. “You and Niko have been keeping secrets.” Especially Niko, who knew how Maysin felt about Harper. He'd been devastated when she announced her engagement to the Seattle District Attorney.

  One night. They'd had one amazing night together, then she said she loved her fiance.

  "Why do you care if I know Harper?” Sasha narrowed her eyes, cocked her head to the side.

  He ignored her and pulled a t-shirt over his head.

  "Oh, shit. You've got a thing for her.” She got to her feet, clasped her hands together. “This is priceless.” She grinned. “First you rob her, ruin her life, then you fall in love with her."

  "You robbed her, too."

  "Well, yeah, it's what I do.” She wiped invisible dirt off her shoulder. “But I don't want to hump her, you do.” She pulled a cell phone out from God knows where and punched a button. “Don't yeah, babe me,” she spoke into the phone. “How come you didn't tell me Maysin's got a thing for Harper?"

  Maysin grimaced as he picked up his laptop from the bed. He had a message from Justice. Opening it, he eavesdropped while Sasha whispered to Niko on the phone.

  "Of course, it matters. I know stuff about her, really bad stuff."

  Maysin's ears perked up. Sasha had information on Harper. He had to find out what she knew. Something was going on with Harper, enough to make her stay with a man she so obviously didn't love.

  "So."

  He looked up. Sasha stood over him where he sat on the bed, hands on her hips.

  "You love her?"

  He'd never seen her so serious. “I...care about her.” Whatever he was feeling, he wasn't giving Sasha the ammo.

  A wide smile split Sasha's face. “Aww, Rick. You're too cute. I have information. What do I get in return?"

  A criminal to the core. He sighed. “What do you want?” Anything she wanted, she'd get. Nothing was too much if it meant he'd get a chance with Harper.

  Sasha sat beside him. “We'll start with who she is.” She nodded to the image on the computer. “Then we'll see what else I come up with."

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  Chapter Six

  * * * *

  Justice's phone rang as he got out of the elevator, arms loaded with grocery bags. He balanced the bags and phone in one hand and punched in the code to disarm the lock on the door before stepping inside.

  "Yeah, Maysin."

  "Hey. So the man in the picture you sent is Kevin Lawrence, son of Daniel Kirby-Lawrence. Daniel is the founder of Kirby Industries, it's right up there with the likes of Apple and Microsoft."

  "Fuck.” Justice dropped the bags onto the couch. “How rich is this Kevin?"

  "Well...” Maysin paused. “His father was fifth on Forbes list of the richest men in America last year, fifteenth in the world. Kevin is his sole heir."

  "Right, so filthy fucking rich.” Justice didn't blink, he'd threatened his fair share of high profile idiots.

  "J, news coming out now says your target is engaged to the Lawrence kid.” Maysin spoke the words in the form of a question, concern clearly evident in his voice.

  "Her name's Myka.” Justice made his way to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, watching the woman occupying his thoughts sleep. The sheet had slipped so the swell of her smooth ass was visible to his horny gaze. “Do we know how long they've been seeing each other?"

  The sound of Maysin clicking away on his laptop echoed in his ear. “The pictures I'm getting of them go back six months."

  "Alright.” He backed out the room. “We have a change of plans. I'm not going to carry out this hit.” Silence greeted his words. Picking up the bags of groceries, he went about filling the fridge and empty cupboards.

  "You're kidding me, right?"

  "Mace, I don't kill innocent people. Myka is innocent. We need to find who sicced me on her and convince them to call it off."

  "That's not how it works and you know it.” Maysin spoke way too calm.

  Justice went on high alert.

  "All I know about the client is an account number in the Caymans. That's it."

  "Then do something, Mace.” The hand he rubbed on his forehead trembled. “Her father is the source, I'm sure of it. Find his secrets and we'll have the answers."

  "Something else is going on here, J.” Leave it to Maysin to point out the obvious. “Talk to me."

  Finished putting the food away, Justice plopped down on the couch with a sigh. “Do you remember the Toronto job?” Maysin had given him a job in Toronto to take out a Nigerian political leader accused of raping little boys. Hours after putting two slugs in the asshole's head, he'd been in bed with Myka.

  "Yeah, what about it?"

  "Remember when I got back, Sasha pointed out the scratches on my back?” He smiled at the memory. Nutso—his pet name for Sasha—had an eye for detail. She saw what Maysin and Niko didn't. Justice had worn Myka's scratches and bites as badges of honor.

  "I remember you wanted to strangle her.” Maysin chuckled.

  Justice had been angry she'd seen straight through him. “Yes, well, the woman who gave them to me was Myka Prentiss."

  Choking noises filled the phone. “You fucked your target?"

  "She wasn't my target at the time,” he said. “Just a woman in a bar who wanted one night of no-strings sex with a stranger. I gave her what she wanted.” And she took it. He didn't realize what he was missing until he saw her face again.

  "I'd thank you to keep the details to yourself,” Maysin grumbled.

  "I'm not going to kill her. I need you to help me find out who wants her dead and why."

  "Where are you now?"

  "My safe house, she's with me.” He tensed, waited for the explos
ion.

  "She's with—did I hear you right?"

  Justice explained the happenings of the night to Maysin, who listened quietly except for the occasional grunt.

  "Her father was selling her for a senate seat?” Disgust dripped from Maysin's words. “Wow, there's a special place in hell for him."

  "He's corrupt. We find who he pissed off, we find the source of the hit."

  "Alright, on it.” Maysin banged away on his trusty computer. “By the way, did you know Harper was Sasha's lawyer?"

  Shit. “Ah...” How had he found out?

  "You knew.” Heavy accusation rang out. “Why didn't anybody tell me?"

  "Because Niko didn't want you using Sasha to get close to Harper.” Niko had confided to Justice how worried he was about Maysin.

  "Sasha knows things about Harper, important things.” Maysin's voice shook. He took a deep breath, then exhaled with a whoosh. “You're not going to like what I'm about to say next, but I don't feel a bit sorry for you."

  Justice's hackles rose. “What?"

  "I traded info with Sasha, Harper for Myka. Later.” A soft click signaled Maysin's disconnection.

  Justice stared at the phone. He refused to give in to the panic rising in his chest. Sasha was in Seattle, she couldn't do anything to fuck with him. Sure she was nuts, but Niko could rein her in.

  He got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. First a shower, then sleep. In the morning, he'd regroup and come up with a game plan to deal with his immediate problem.

  * * * *

  Sunlight poured into the bedroom, making Myka's eyelids flutter. She turned away from the bright rays with a groan, hugging the pillows. A familiar scent teased her nostrils and brought back memories.

  Justice.

  Jerking upright, she registered the dull ache between her legs. Myka glanced down at herself. She was naked in his bed. He'd made love to her after dropping the bomb that he'd been hired to kill her. It didn't seem real. Grabbing the sheet with shaking hands, she hugged it to her chest. Who'd want her dead? She didn't have enemies, was cordial to everyone she met, whether they deserved it or not. As a businesswoman she had to be.