Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“If you put it like that, how can I resist?”
He checks his watch. “If we hurry, we can catch a flight and make it to the meeting point in time.”
“Should we get the check?”
Pushing to his feet, he pulls out my chair. “Only if we go Dutch.”
Holding hands, we hurry outside into the magnificent sunlight that bounces off the Vltava River. The sound of our shoes falls on the cobblestone street, a happy rhythm that echoes in the beat of my heart. My breathing spikes with the excitement that always comes with a job.
I feel the pull of danger.
I feel alive.
Yan tugs on my hand, changing direction toward an alley. “Shortcut.”
Laughing, high on life and happiness, I follow him down the narrow, shadowed passage. The breath leaves my body when Yan grabs me around the waist and pushes my back against the rough wall.
He cages me in between his arms, trapping me with the weight of his hips. “I think we can spare a minute.”
“We’re going to miss the flight,” I say, already reaching for his belt.
He slides a palm up the inside of my leg, over the thigh holster with my knife and pistol, instantly making me wet. “We’ll take our own plane.”
“In that case…” Taking the pistol from the back of his waistband, I drop to my knees and carefully lay the weapon at his feet.
“Fuck, Mina.” He catches my head between his hands, his eyes ablaze with need and love. “I can’t get over you. Ever.”
Unzipping his pants, I stare up at his face. “Then don’t.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, pulling just enough to make my feminine parts clench. “You’re fucking dangerous.”
I am. And so is he. My need for him is all-consuming. Complete. I don’t care where we are or what time it is.
“Do it,” he says through gritted teeth, already impatient.
So I do. I give him what he wants, and he lets me. He lets me disarm him. He lets me make him vulnerable. He lets me conquer him before spinning us around and conquering me right back.
Together, we find light within the darkness, and warmth in the cold pastures of our hearts.
The End