Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Out.
As my mind spun with options, I was surprised to find the idea of retirement among them.
It wasn't that I felt guilty over what I did. Given the kind of people I took out, I was making the world safer for other people’s Audreys. But I wouldn't want my child exposed to this life.
When I came inside Audrey without protection, it irrevocably altered the course of my life.
She was my number one priority now. I wouldn't want to be out on a job, out of communication with my wife, and have her go into labor or any other emergency that I couldn't help with because I’d gone dark.
There would've been similar circumstances if I had stayed in the Navy, but Ruthless Corp didn’t have the same rules. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing. When Rogue assigned you a mission, you did it. Without question.
I could request a break—assassins needed vacations too—but there was no guarantee that he would honor it if he felt like I was the best or only one for a job. And once I was back on duty, I was still left with the same problem.
Before Audrey, I thought I’d buried my heart down so deep it would never resurface. Retirement had never been a consideration.
I wasn't even sure if Rogue would let me out of the company. I hated the idea of having to go on the run with Audrey, but I would if I had to. She was the only thing in my life that mattered now.
Frustrated with the whole situation, I shoved my chair back and stood. I’d deal with this shit later because I didn’t want Audrey to wake up alone. After shutting down my computer, I left the office and locked the door behind me. Then I jogged up the stairs and walked swiftly back to the bedroom. I’d only been a floor away, but the longer Audrey was out of my sight, the more anxious I became.
A crooked smile curled my lips when I thought about the guys in my former unit. They would be having a field day with the way I was acting. They’d call me a pussy, but I didn’t give a shit. I was whipped by a beautiful little kitten with a sweet pussy and a smart mouth. And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed.
How Audrey had reached the age of twenty without being snatched up by another man was baffling to me. Although, I was grateful because I doubted I would have been able to walk away from her. And keeping a secret like killing her boyfriend would probably have put a strain on our relationship.
My girl was still asleep when I padded into the room, but she stirred before I could slip back into bed with her. So I sat next to her and brushed some of her wayward hair out of her face as she blinked at me sleepily. She held the sheet against her chest and rose to a sitting position, her expression dazed and confused.
“Good morning, kitten. Did you sleep well?.”
“Um…” she trailed off as her eyes dropped to my naked chest and the open button on my jeans.
A pretty blush stole across her cheeks, making her freckles seem more prominent, and I grinned. “You were a little wildcat in bed last night, and now you’re shy?” I shook my head and winked. “Adorable.”
Audrey tried to fight it, but her plump lips turned down into a pout. “Wildcats aren’t adorable,” she grumbled.
I traced a finger over her lips, then along her jaw before gliding down her neck to the valley between her tits and hooking the tip into the sheet. “You’re adorable when you’re my little kitten,” I told her as I tugged the fabric away. She hadn’t been holding it tight, so the material slipped out of her hand and pooled around her waist. My mouth watered at the sight of her perfectly round globes and their rosy tips. “But you’re right. Wildcats aren’t cute, and you were sexy as fuck last night.”
Her eyes darted to the sheet, and I could tell she was debating whether to give in to her shyness and cover up or prove she was a temptress. She had nothing to prove to me though, she tempted me every minute of every hour.
She ultimately succumbed to her bashful side and drew the sheet up to her neck. I chuckled and bent over to place a quick kiss on her lips.
“Come,” I commanded. “I’m going to draw you a bath.”
“What?” I glanced back to see her watching me curiously.
“You’re sore from last night”—the pink color returned to her cheeks and spread down under the sheet—“and a bath will help soothe your aches.” I grinned salaciously. “And the faster you heal, the faster I can sink back inside your hot little body.”