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A sexy smirk spreads across his lips. “Take me somewhere now. I want you in my mouth. I’ve been dreaming about choking on your cock.”

“Fuck. Let’s go.”

I lead Blush to my van, thinking about where we might go. I’m not ready to take him to my place, and I already know he doesn’t want to go to his.

“If I asked for your real name, would you tell me?”

I glance over my shoulder. “No. Would you tell me yours?”

He laughs softly. “No.”

“Okay then.” I open the passenger door for him.

He brushes past me, popping his ass slightly as he climbs in. When I join him on the other side, he’s peeking into the back past the curtains. I grab the curtains and close them.

“Okay, you’re CIA. You’re surveilling… mmm, the Mafia. Is that it?”

Shaking my head, I smile. “Not even close.”

“A hacker.” His eyes go wide. “For the Mafia.”

“I’m not in the Mafia, Blush.”

“Hmm. Why does it look like CSI back there?”

“Not important.”

“I thought I saw a little cot or something.” He scoots closer. “I could suck you off right here, Whisper.”

“Not good enough for you.”

Blush chuckles, running his hand up and down my chest. “You’re so cute. A gentleman. That’s why I call you Daddy. You’re a nurturer.”

“No, it’s just dirty back there.”

“Not as dirty as it’s gonna be.”

Blush climbs out of his seat and into the back before I can say anything else. I guess if he wants to have sex in the van in the parking lot of his workplace, I can deal with that.

He’s standing in front of the small table with my monitors and computers on it. Fortunately, everything is turned off right now.

“Are you a serial killer?”

I tilt my head. “Shouldn’t you sound afraid when you ask a question like that?”

“Why would I be afraid of you?”

“If you suspect that I’m a killer…”

“But you’re not gonna kill me. Obviously. If you wanted to, you could’ve done that a long time ago.”

“How do you know I don’t fuck my victims for a few weeks before I abduct them and lock them in my basement?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t think I could overpower you?”

“I think you, like everyone else, underestimate how much I value my freedom.” He steps toward me, his gaze turning sultry. “Maybe I’d let you take me to your basement. I’d let you think you’d won, and that it’s my blood you’re gonna spill, but I promise, that’s not what would happen.”