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“This is only my second.” She set that beer on the porch.

“It’s good you’re sober. That means you’ll remember this.” Reaper set his own beer down, cupped her cheek, and closed the gap between them, crushing their mouths together.

Holy shit, she certainly would.

Moving his lips over hers, he didn’t try to breach her mouth, but instead kept the kiss simple. Maybe he was testing the waters first instead of simply jumping in with both feet.

Or maybe he needed a shove.

She climbed onto his lap and deepened the kiss to the point where they acted as if they were starving and to survive, they were forced to eat each other’s face.

Only, nothing was forced between them.

Her groan filled his mouth as their tongues battled, each of them fighting for the upper hand. He tasted like beer and possible future regret.

Especially if this went south and caused hard feelings.

Maybe even a rift in her team.

That worry quickly washed away when his hands slipped under her loose cotton shorts to cup her ass and dig his fingertips deep into her cheeks to hold her there.

His firm lap turned even harder when his erection grew to the point she was impressed.

He definitely didn’t come off as having small dick energy. Most likely because he didn’t have a tiny one, from what she could feel pressed into her ass. It seemed to be nice and thick but not crazy where she’d be crying for mercy.

From what she could tell, his cock was like the beds in Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Not too big…not too small…just right.

However, only one way existed to confirm that.

Releasing one of her ass cheeks, he drove his fingers into her long hair, sliding out the elastic band holding her ponytail together and replacing it with his fist. With a sharp tug, he pulled back her head and ran his lips along her exposed throat. His tongue traced along her racing pulse.

Of course, her blood wasn’t the only thing pulsing. She ground herself into his erection, causing him to groan this time.

“Holy shit, you’re dangerous,” he murmured against her heated skin.

“I’m dangerous? I’m not the one who offed two Mafia goons earlier.”

“Neither did I.”

“Oh. Right.” One did not talk about fight club. Or “pin the Mafia hits on the Chinese” club.

“I know you’re thinking this is a bad idea and I agree.” As she began to slide off his lap, he stopped her by keeping the firm grip on her hair and ass. “But sometimes you have to make a bad decision so you can learn from it and grow.”

A snort escaped her before she could stop it. “Sounds like you want to chalk this up as a learning experience.“

“I’m sure we can teach each other something.” Even in the limited light of the moon, he was clearly staring at her lips.

“You mean a ‘what not to do when it comes to an employer/employee relationship?’”

“We’re off the clock. Right now we’re simply a man and a woman.”

“Doing what men and women do?”

He mmm’d and after releasing her hair, he collared her throat, sliding his thumb up and down the side of her neck. The hand up her shorts shifted. He traced a line from the top of her ass crack, down over her anus, where he paused for only a fraction of a second before continuing underneath her and dipping two fingers in between her slick folds.

“Fuck you’re wet,” he groaned as his mouth moved along her jawline.

“You helped,” she whispered, forcing herself not to ride his hand, afraid in her enthusiasm she’d break his fingers. He needed those to do important work.