Debra Anastasia
USA Today Bestselling Author

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Wintergreen Tic Tacs

 

Gage registered that she tasted like Wintergreen Tic Tacs even as he used her hair like a sheer curtain to peek at the gunman. He could kiss and do a million other things at the same time. He'd even written lyrics on his phone once while French kissing a groupie a few months back.

 

Turns out that song had sucked just as hard as the groupie had.

 

The gunman was totally slipping into his own creepy, self-satisfying world. Gage's pocket buzzed again with his vibrating phone, so he moaned a bit to drown out the noise. Guaranteed it was Sydney. There was no way in hell his bodyguard would ever leave the building without him. The girl was stiff and unyielding, but apparently the gunman liked it that way. His hand grasping the weapon seemed to flop a bit. Gage made a big show of running his hands up and down the girl's hips while he leaned in to whisper again.

 

“When I move, you need to duck. Touch my hair if you understand.”

The girl reached up and pulled a giant chunk of his hair, hard. 

 

She moved her lips to his earlobe and murmured, “If you touch anything I normally put in a bathing suit, I'll kill your nuts.”

 

“You're charming.” Gage slid his hand into her hair and pulled it too. Not quite as hard as she had, but just enough for her to gasp.

 

“Quit talking. Get her naked right now. Ooohhhh.” The gunman made a face that could either accompany a bowel movement or an orgasm.

 

The girl began shaking her head. Gage pulled her closer and then spun her to face the man. He began an elaborate show of finding her zipper. She stopped fighting him, and he hated that. He wished he could tell her he would never normally get her naked here, even if she threatened his balls. But the gunman might really drop his guard if he saw some boobs.

Milla was frozen. The gunman was a horrible thing. Not even a person. She couldn't even joke around in her head anymore. She was about to be degraded for someone else's enjoyment. Gage Daxson located her side zipper and lifted her arm above her head. He seemed to be dragging out the process of undressing her—this forced striptease. He danced his fingertips from her raised hand down her forearm to her elbow.

 

When he skimmed her arm, she was too scared to even be ticklish. Milla shook as he found the top of her zipper. The dress loosened as the teeth audibly released their tight grasp. She kept breathing in, but forgetting to breathe out. Daxson parted the opening of the cloth. He turned her again so her side was in full view of the pervert. She held the top of her dress up with her other hand.

 

“No bra. No bra. Agghhhh…” The Devil's Fart was close to losing his shit.

 

Gage pushed her forward and lunged at the gunman. Just before she hit her head against the room's standing lamp, Milla's ears were filled to the brim with the sound of a gunshot. Then darkness wrapped around her as she lost consciousness.