Hell's Kitchen by Lili St Germain, Callie Hart Page A

finished, and only then does she take her mouth away and smile. And then she swallows . Sweet Jesus, what did I do to deserve her? She’s perfect. Fucking perfect. She only came once though, and that’s not good enough for me.  
    “You want to come again, baby?” I ask her. She grins, nodding. I take her wrists and pull her up so she’s straddling me again, only this time I slide down the couch between her legs, bracing my knees against the floor as my mouth lines up with her pussy. It’s plump and pink, like it’s just been fucked. And I’m not finished yet.
    “Hold on to the back of the couch,” I instruct, and she does. I know she wants this. I can tell by the way she’s breathing heavily, by how soaking wet her pussy still is.
    I grab the round globes of her ass and pull her into me, so my tongue can grind against her clit. She shudders, almost losing her balance. “Hold on tight,” I growl, darting my tongue against her again.  
    “Oh, fuck,” she cries, as I stick two fingers inside her wet heat again.  
    “That’s right,” I say, pumping my fingers. “Move your hips. Fuck my face, baby.”
    She comes again, all over my tongue and my fingers, and it’s fucking beautiful. Afterwards, I slide back up through her legs, and she folds herself into my arms. We’re both exhausted. I glance at the radio clock on the wall. It’s not even midday yet.
    “I’ve never been to New York,” she murmurs into my chest. I stroke her hair, that anxious, angry feeling in my chest returning as the post-sex euphoria slowly fades away. “Me either,” I reply, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
    My phone rings, almost as if on cue. I search in my jeans pockets—I never even got to take them off—and locate my phone, dragging it out and looking at the screen.
    Elliot. Fuck. I gotta answer this.  
    “Hey, man, what’s up?” I ask, clearing my throat.  
    “Did you find the place okay?” he asks. Juliette slides off my lap and starts picking up pieces of clothing, while I watch her ass with great interest.  
    “Yeah,” I say, more than a little distracted. “Hey, thanks for organizing it so quickly. What time did you say your cousin was due back?” How many hours do I have left to make Juliette come for me?
    “Scarlett does a double shift today,” Elliot says. “She said she’d be back around six.”
    I smile to myself. That’s almost a full day, trapped in this apartment together.
    I can’t think of anything better. If we keep ourselves occupied, maybe, just maybe, I can drive my demons and hers away, at least until tomorrow.

NINE

    SAL

    “You told me to leave you here,” I say to Katya, tossing the spare length of rope on the floor.
    “I thought you were going to get me Starbucks!” she screams, her face flush as the vibrator continues its magic. I make a mental note to check the brand of batteries powering that thing.
    “Please, Sal,” Katya moans. “Please take it out. It won’t stop. I’ve been coming all morning and I can’t get it out.”
    Now, normally that shit would get me harder than the steel my gun is made out of. But right now, I’m freaking the fuck out.
    “Oh, now she’s coming,” Scarlett says, looking sulky as fuck tied to my chair. Hot as fuck, but sulky as fuck. I run my hand through my hair, my brother’s voice telling me to get a fucking haircut ringing in my ears as I hear my ringtone again.
    Dun dun dundundundun dundundun …
    About to lose my shit and shoot everyone in the room—and then myself—I rip the phone from my pants pocket and hit answer.
    “What?!” I snap.
    “Where the fuck have you been?!” Theo growls down the line, making me want to reach through the phone and punch him in the fucking face. Where have I been? Where has he been? He was meant to bag the bodyguard and then follow me to Kaitlin. The rational part of me knows he’s in his own world of trouble right now, but I have a bad habit of being defensive when he drills me. Which