"I never said I was." I grab his hand, rubbing the inside of his palm with my thumb. "I was only repeating what you told me I should do."
He bites back a smile. "I guess you wouldn't be you otherwise."
"You aren't going to give me a hard time about it?"
"Not today. Perhaps later." I wonder if tomorrow he'd give me the same answer. He needs me and doesn't know how to tell me without coming off needy.
He tilts his head, scrunching his nose. "What are you wearing anyway?"
"Clothes."
"Are you sure about that? For a minute there I was sure someone was missing the fruit to their cocktail."
I stare down at my orange suit, straightening my jacket. "I thought we had a job to do. I wasn't aware that what I wore to kill someone was important."
He glances out the window as Able arrives at the hotel Mario is meeting his mistress at. "As long as you're alright with it beingcovered in blood and bullet holes then wear whatever you want. It would probably be an improvement."
"Is that your way of telling me I look sexy today? You probably shouldn't flirt with me when I'm supposed to be staying focused."
He rolls his eyes, grabbing the binoculars from the back of the seat. "You're the only distracting thing here. Now can you please stay quiet long enough for me to do my job."
"Why? You need me to stop talking in order for you to see?"
He releases a drawn out sigh, placing the binoculars over his eyes. "I think we got our man."
He hands me the binoculars and I confirm what he sees. "Looks like Mario getting out of his flashy red car in his bright pink tie."
"You two have something in common. The need for attention."
I laugh, sliding my hand between his legs. "Easy, precious. Someone won't get to come later if he can’t behave himself. I’ve dealt with that smart mouth of yours for long enough."
He inhales sharply, enclosing my fingers between his thighs. "You like my smart mouth."
"I do. Gives me a reason to keep it busy." I stroke his bottom lip with my thumb causing it to quiver.
"We should get going soon."
"Give him a while. It will be better to catch this man with his pants down." I rub his cock through his slacks, and he spreads his legs, humming softly. I kiss his neck, nipping at his skin as I continue to stroke him. I glance at my watch and pull my hand away. "Time for us to go. We'll finish this up later."
He groans in frustration. "Let's get this over with then. The sooner this man dies, the better."
We both step out into the parking lot and I let Able know to be ready with the car when we're done. Marcus's shoulder brushes mine as we walk side by side into the hotel. "Hopefully youdon't stick out like a sore thumb when we enter the hotel room. Someone may mistake you for a pimp."
"Would that make you my whore then?"
He scoffs. "You're insufferable."
"Even when I have you spread out on your back?"
"Everyone has their tolerable moments."
I chuckle and we rush past the front desk as if we are guests heading back to our room. "Do you know the room number?"
"Yes. Carlos messaged me with it earlier. It's 117."
"Ah, here we are." I stop in front of the room, pulling out my gun. I press my ear to the wall and know we caught him at the right moment when loud moans come from the room.
"After you, mi amor." Marcus says mockingly.
