“I want to see the pictures. And the marriage license.”
“After I get my question. Truth or dare sweetness?”
“Dare, of course.”
He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. I saw the sparkle in his eye and dreaded his question immediately.
“Since you are so anti-relationship, I dare you to agree to a ninety-day trial marriage without bringing up divorce or a separation.”
“What makes you think staying married to me would be a good thing? What could you possibly get out of this?”
He shifted in his seat to look at me. “It’s purely selfish on my part. And I told you. I really like you and the sex is phenomenal. Not sure I’ve ever felt as alive as I do when we’re together. I never know what to expect and your crazy ass makes me forget the horrors of war. You’re fun to be with. And I like telling you what to do.”
What he wanted went against everything I believed in. It wouldn’t be difficult to have this sex on a stick man to myself for three months. It would be like having my own live porn channel starring me and him.
“What happens after the three months?”
He smiled and reached for my hand. “Let’s just play it by ear.”
What if I let myself fall for him and at the end of the three months, he doesn't want me anymore? How would we work together?
“Come on, Dreamboat. Take a chance with me. I dare you.”
I leaned in a little closer to him, drawn to him like no one ever before. We were mere inches from each other, and I wasn’t sure either of us noticed. Staying away wasn’t an option, so I might as well get all the fat dick I wanted. It was only three months, and I couldn't fall in love with someone in that short time.
“What are the terms? I know you won’t let me date. Anything else?”
He smiled. “Just one little thing.”
I raised a brow. “What’s that?”
“We sleep in the same bed, every night for ninety days.”
I nodded. “Makes jumping on your dick more convenient. But you have to agree to my terms.”
John looked amused. “And what’s that, sweetheart?”
I growled, making him laugh. “You have to let me blow you right here, right now. You only live once, so live a little,” I whispered, my breathing a little raspier from being so goddamn turned on. “Let me suck you off. I dare you.”
John narrowed his eyes at me as he leaned back and flicked the button open to his jeans. “You’re trouble.”
I watched as he slowly lowered the zipper, then lifted his hips to pull down his jeans. He was going fucking commando, making me giggle.
Holy fuck, I was already ruined.
John looked me in the eye as he reached over and put his hand around my neck. “Here ya go, sweetheart. It’s all yours,” he said, as he pushed my head down for me to swallow him whole.
CHAPTER 13
JOHN
We werethe worst fucking first-time PI’s in the business. I’d gotten so distracted by Brent and his amazing dick sucking skills that we’d completely missed every car in the parking lot had left.
“We can’t do that again. At least not while we’re supposed to be working.”
“We’re not PI’s. We’re security specialists. There’s a difference.”
I sighed as I made the turn to get back on I-280 to head north to our hotel. “We had one job. And we failed in our mission, soldier.”
