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Never Kiss a Bad Boy

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Could you fall in love with a killer? How about two?

When hiring a hitman, it’s important to remember two rules.

One: Pay in cash.

And two: Don’t sleep with him.

I was never good at following rules.

It’s not my fault that the guy I hired to help me is so damn sexy… so stupidly good at making me melt.

Could you fall in love with a killer? How about two?

When hiring a hitman, it’s important to remember two rules.

One: Pay in cash.

And two: Don’t sleep with him.

I was never good at following rules.

It’s not my fault that the guy I hired to help me is so damn sexy… so stupidly good at making me melt.
Who the hell sleeps with a hitman? I wish I could take it back. The problem is, now that I’ve slept with Kite once, I want to do it again. And again.

What’s worse?

He wants to share me with his best friend.

I shouldn’t give in to either of them. I should be stronger.

I should remember the rules.

But with both of them kissing me…

I can’t even remember my own name.

Author’s Note: This is a re-release of the Beyond Blood series. Contains a HEA, NO CHEATING, no cliffhangers, and two hitmen who have a “talent” for sharing one sassy lady…

What’s worse?

He wants to share me with his best friend.

I shouldn’t give in to either of them. I should be stronger.

I should remember the rules.

But with both of them kissing me…

I can’t even remember my own name.

Author’s Note: This is a re-release of the Beyond Blood series. Contains a HEA, NO CHEATING, no cliffhangers, and two hitmen who have a “talent” for sharing one sassy lady…

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Tugging my jacket off, I smoothed my hair. I could smell her on my hands. The scent was another chain link in my brain. Marina was trapping me.

I’m not joking,” I said firmly. “I am very serious about what I’m going to do to you.” Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a condom. “Stand up.”

Kicking her pants and shoes off of her feet, she hurried to do so. The insides of her thighs were shimmering. I spread my jacket out, creating a safer place for us both. Lifting my eyes, I planned to motion for her to lie back down—but being level with her hips stopped me.

She made a tiny noise, stumbling as I yanked her closer. On my knees, I nuzzled the side of her thick, curved ass. “You are so damn gorgeous, it’s a travesty,” I said against her flesh.

Reaching down, she took hold of my shirt. “Can I…?”

Undress me? Yes.” Leaning away, I let her guide the clothing over my head. My hair was tossed, coppery strands blinding me. When I could see again, I gazed up at Marina’s appreciative face.

Her hands trembled, she touched my bare shoulders and used me to support her balance. “I was right,” she said, satisfied.

Helping her kneel, I stroked the side of her throat. The way her lashes fluttered, they might as well have tickled across my swollen cock. “About what?” I asked.

She only smiled, a little sideways tilt of her lips.

Crooking a finger at me, she splayed on her back. Her thumbs tucked into the sides of her soaked panties, pulling them down. She had to lift her feet up, pointing her toes. I had the ultimate view, and I saw my hands grab her ankles before I even debated it. “Fuck, who thought it was fair to the rest of the world to create only one of you?” I growled.

The button of my jeans popped, zipper grinding down. The reddish tip of my engorged cock peeked over the top of my boxers. Marina saw it, licked her lips, and I just fucking gave up any attempt at control.

Yanking the last of my clothing down, I fisted the base of my shaft. It arched into the air, veins like serpents on a sugar high. Deftly, I opened the condom and stretched it over my girth.

I had her ankles, crossing them together and bending them towards her face. Marina was flexible, but I pushed her to the brink of discomfort. Those carved thighs were rubbing, her pussy beckoning at me.

I didn’t ask if she was ready.

I didn’t need to.