Is there such a thing as fate? Or love at first sight? Because I have a sense of love when I look at her. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, and I’ve never been obsessed with a woman.
When I strode into the seedy bar, I wanted to drink myself into a stupor until my friend Fox finished with his mission so he could meet me here. I’d just come from killing someone, and it was the nearest joint in the area. Then I saw my angel dancing with her friend, and I stood watching her, plotting how I was going to approach before I took her home and fucked her brains out. I bumped into her on purpose to engage with her. I’ve never been so hard for a woman in so many years.
My heart beats like a drum, and my mouth waters at the thought of my dick sliding in her throat and tight pussy. Maybe if I fuck her out of my system, then I’ll forget about her.
She ambles into my penthouse with her eyes glued to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The skyscrapers twinkle like stars in the air, but the sky is cloudy, as if it has just finished raining. She pivots on her heels away from the window and gazes around my place.
I only moved here a month ago. I’m a hitman—I kill people for money, and I love the job, but it’s lonely, and I never let anyone get close to me. I tried dating before, and I’ve had a few girlfriends, but they couldn’t take me leaving for weeks at a time without seeing each other.
Her eyes widen at the expensive sectional couch made out of suede and the steel table sitting in the middle of the living room.
I suddenly have a mental image of her belly swollen with my baby, and I don’t know where the thought came from. Children are not in the future for me, nor marriage. It’s very rare to see people in my line of business have a successful marriage. Shaking my head, I stroke my goatee.
“Black is your favorite color,” she states, flattening out her dress. When her gaze meets mine, she wraps her arms around her body as if she’s ashamed of herself.
I smirk. “How do you figure?”
“Everything is black, including the wall. It’s pretty.” She approaches the window again, placing both hands on the glass. “Today is my birthday,” she utters. “I’m glad I get to see the city from this angle.”
I stand behind her, gazing down, placing my hands on her neck and stroking her. I press my lips to her soft flesh, and she exhales.
“It’s gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you. How old are you?”
She faces me, adjusting her round glasses on her nose. Her eyes are the same color as caramel. So, so beautiful. “I’m twenty-one years old.”
She’s almost twelve years younger than me.
The doorbell rings. I ordered our meals from the restaurant that is connected to the apartment complex before we arrived here. I kiss the side of her neck before I head to the door. Turning the knob, I grab the food from the guy, and I hand him a twenty-dollar bill from my pants pocket.
I shut the door and waltz to the open-plan kitchen, and she sits at the breakfast nook. I place her dish in front of her, and she smiles, showing her dimples.
“I’ll Venmo you the money when I get paid,” she states, looking at the lobster tail and soup.
“Consider this your birthday meal, so don’t worry about it.” I wink.
She removes the top from the bowl, and she digs into the shrimp soup, licking the plastic spoon. My dick twitches in response, and blood rushes south.
“I’ve never done this before,” she murmurs.
I stab a scallop with a fork and put it in my mouth before chewing. “Done what?”
Her cheeks turn a shade of pink. “A one-night stand. I’ve never had sex before.”
My eyes veer down, taking in how beautiful her body is. The thought of her having never been touched blows my mind.Mine.I have to have her, and the urge to fuck her is growing by the minute.
“Why haven’t you fucked yet?”
“I have no time for dates, and the men I meet are not people I feel like I should have sex with.” She clears her throat and uses her thumb to push her glasses up her nose. “I want you to coach me, teach me how to have sex.”
I lean next to her and brush a kiss against her forehead. “You’re going to come so much you’ll forget to breathe.”
She sighs. “How old are you?”
“I’ll be thirty-three in January.”
I slide off the stool and stand behind her with my hands on her shoulders. Her skin is soft like velvet, and her perfume lingers in my nostrils, sending me into overdrive.
“Tonight, I’m not going to teach you how to have sex.” I nip the tip of her ear, and she moans, biting her plump lip. “I’m going to worship every part of your body. I’m going to make you scream my name and make you come on my tongue first before I fuck you so hard, you can’t walk straight.”
