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  “I am. I know what I like.”

  “Mmhmm. Me.” Rose’s thumb nudged her clit, firmly, pressing the nub of nerves hard enough that her teeth clicked together.

  “Yes.” She let her head fall back, her mouth open as she rode Rose’s hand.

  Long fingers fucked her in sure, strong strokes, pushing deep in time with her moans, fingertips curling, the pressure inside her body stealing her breath. She wiggled, begging for more with her body. Her mouth was busy cussing. She did like to yell her fool head off.

  Rose’s laughter huffed around her nipple, teeth teasing her.

  “Bitch.” She grinned wildly, her belly pulling in tight, the rhythmic throbbing between her legs an urgent thing.

  “Yes.” Rose’s thumb moved faster, and electricity shot through her like fire.

  “Rose. Gonna come, baby.”

  A sharp bite stung her nipple, the floodgates opening inside her. She cried out, her hips slamming up, her breath stopping for a moment. Fuck. Fuck, Rose pushed her, made her feel things no one else ever had.

  Jane fucking loved it.

  Rose leaned against her, cheek on her chest.

  She petted that soft head of hair, letting it cling to her fingers. Pretty baby. So fine. “That was worth the hide you’re going to take from me for taking your shot.”

  “Mmm.” One fingertip circled her nipple lazily. “I may need more than a pound of flesh.”

  “You think so, baby?” She could handle that. They could spend some time together. Make up for lost time.

  Make up for last time.

  “I think we haven’t played in Vegas in years.”

  “Oh, I like the Strip. Big crowds suit us.” What happened there really did stay there.

  “I know. You, me, neon. It’s a perfect idea.”

  “I love it. Let’s go.” They could be anonymous. Fuck like bunnies.

  Rose grinned, pushed up and braided her long hair. “We driving or flying?”

  “Driving.” They could have a ball on a road trip. Very bad bachelor party movie but with more guns.

  “I’m in. I have my bag here. I’m ready to go.”

  Jane raised up on her elbows to look at Rose’s hand, which still rested on Jane’s breast. “We don’t get a round two?”

  “Mmm. Greedy girl. You going to try to tempt me?”

  “Do I have to work that hard?” Jane took a kiss from Rose’s pretty lips.

  Rose leaned in, hands framing her face. Her girl did love to smooch. Good thing that worked for Jane. “Are you suggesting I’m easy, Jane?”

  “Only for me.” And not even that easy for Jane. Rose was a cryptogram.

  A deadly, beautiful puzzle.

  One of Rose’s legs pushed between her thighs, nudging her cunt. Her toes curled, her nipples hardening right up. Jane was the easy one.

  “Round two, you go first.” Rose’s expression was wicked.

  Chapter Two

  “Rose, dear, where on earth are you?”

  “Mmm. Traveling, Shelly.” She was in Rome, as a matter of fact, working. It was raining, and the cobblestones on the road were slick. Late November was brutal. “What do you need?”

  Her handler usually phoned on Sunday, giving her a chance to put things into her schedule. Rose disliked surprises, especially when she was working overtime.

  “Nothing. I had someone stop by to deliver you an envelope at your home. Oddly enough, no one was in and that charming little Goth girl was cat sitting. I don’t have you as active this week.”

  Huh.

  An envelope.

  “You know I like to stay busy. Besides, I’m visiting an old friend who I haven’t seen in months.” Her lips twisted and she stepped around a Vespa that buzzed by. “I assume if I call home, Star will still be alive?”

  “She will.” Shelly sounded as affronted as a British granny possibly could. Old bat.

  “Excellent. I’ll be home in a couple weeks. Is it important?”

  “Well, it’s not terribly urgent, but it’s an offer you should consider.”

  “Ah. Excellent. I can do that when I get to the house.” She turned a corner, pulled her hat down to cover her face.

  “You can. I take it you’re busy?”

  “Not really. Give me two shakes.” She saw her mark, walked up and injected a pellet of fast-acting poison with a single tap of her umbrella. Sometimes the classics were the best. “Scusi.”

  She heard the body fall before she left the alleyway. Rose smiled when she exited the alley, tickled as anything. Especially when she saw the glint of a scope from the building three doors down.

  “I’m here now, honey. What else did you need?”

  “I just wanted to make sure you had everything you required. Planes, trains, automobiles?”

  “I’m going to be heading to Spain for a few days, then I’ll be flying into Toronto.” Maybe. She had tickets to go on a ship to St. Maarten too, just in case.

  “I’ll talk to you after you get your next communique, then.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Have a lovely day.” She hung up, texted Martinique with the location of her mark’s body, smiling all the while.

  Tag, Jane darling. You’re it.

  She got less than another block down the street when someone joined her, a woman in chunky heels and a power suit, dark-chestnut hair slicked to within an inch of its life. “Bitch.”

  “Mmm?” She fluttered her long, fake eyelashes. “Ti conosco?”

  “You are so not a local, signorina.”

  “No?” She chuckled softly, letting her amusement show, her joy in their game making her heart pound. “I beat you to him.”

  “You did. Just. I think I’ll beat you.”

  “You managed to catch up quickly enough. Would you like a coffee? A cappuccino perhaps?”

  “Americano, per favore.”

  This was so damn fun, playing with Jane. A dangerous game.

  She walked up to a little window, ordering in Italian, making small talk and flirting casually with the beautiful boy making coffee. All the while her attention was on Jane, who stood under an overhang, out of the rain, lean and tall and fierce, and completely unremarkable. No one would notice her on the street. Rose, they would remember. “Grazie.”

  They took their coffee standing, like the Italians would, not willing to pay extra just to sit down. Jane powered down that Americano, drinking it like a shot of liquor.

  Rose sipped her cappuccino, lapping at the foam and letting it warm her, all through. Rome could be so wet this time of year. When she glanced sideways, Jane was watching her mouth over the top of the sunglasses.

  “You visiting Roma long?” She was grateful for her raincoat, because her nipples were so hard they ached.

  “Just long enough to get a feel for the landscape.” Jane dipped a finger into Rose’s cappuccino.

  “Ballsy woman.” She let herself admire, let herself imagine that calloused finger on her clit, drawing lazy figure eights until she screamed.

  “I am.” Jane bumped her hip. “What about you? Do you have a villa tucked away?”

  “I do. Here and in Malaga for a week. I needed to go shoe shopping.”

  “Mmm. Buy some tall boots.”

  “I go through so many.” Shoes and purses. Gun oil left a mark. Knives cut through leather…

  “I like a briefcase.”

  “You carry more hardware than I do.” That was totally not true. She spent hours on her costumes, her setup, her plan.

  Jane just hauled a big gun around.

  “Mmm. Your place?”

  “The rain is getting harder. It’ll get genuinely cold soon.”

  “It will. I’ll meet you there.” Jane took the address Rose slipped her and stomped away, heels not hindering her a bit on the cobbles.

  Rose stopped and bought chocolates and some luscious looking pastries to share. Sweet to take the edge off Jane losing a quarter mill. After all, she didn’t want to take a bullet again, just because Jane was peeved.
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  She grinned, thinking how Jane was going to try to take it out of her ass. Maybe her cunt.

  That was a delicious thought. Wild and frustrated Jane. She would happily tease until the lion came out in her lady.

  A bottle of wine and she was heading out, moving toward the Trevi Square, to her little bungalow there, overlooking the fountain. She loved the sound of the water on the marble through an open window, and how people flocked to the area at night. She loved the lights and the rain, the sounds of the birds and the fact that the pantheon was so close.

  Her little place was hers—she kept it and visited a few times a year, the tiny villa the size of a hotel room but so much more comfortable and well-protected. She loved the windows, loved the way the little platform bed felt like a bower.

  She loved the cappuccino machine best. The cafes got expensive, even though they were lovely. Her machine, though, it was a thoroughbred. She licked her lips and headed up the stairs, her boots silent.

  Rose pondered what she should present to Jane. Should she go with naked? Just the boots?

  She unlocked the door, and she spun, losing the bag of chocolates as her lips were taken, a cloth covering her eyes. She grabbed her attacker, instinctively fighting back, going for the throat when she heard Jane’s voice. “Easy, baby. Just me.”

  Then Jane’s body was pressed against her, the weight familiar, warm. Jane wasn’t all soft curves, but her breasts were a welcome weight, her leg sliding between Rose’s. The fact that Jane had gotten the drop on her didn’t worry her. The woman was the second best in the business.

  “Perverted woman. I brought you chocolates.” Rose leaned down, riding Jane’s thigh.

  “Did you get pastries for you?” Jane nibbled her throat.

  “You know me well.” Mmm. That stung so nicely.

  “I do. Let’s go get comfy, have a nosh.” Clever fingers dipped into her blouse to pinch her nipple.

  She reached up for the blindfold. “Sounds good.”

  “Nope. That stays on. Penalty for losing me my commission.” Jane tugged her inside. “Nice place.”

  “I love it here. You’ve never been up?” It had been four months since they were in the same space.

  “No. No, this is my first job in the area since we met.”

  Huh. Jane did do a lot more domestic wetwork than Rose did, though, so it shouldn’t surprise her. It did shock her a little when Jane pushed her down on the little platform bed and raised her hands up over her head.

  “Fuck, that’s a pretty look for you, Rosie. All spread out for me.”

  Rose spread her legs, her slacks dragging on the duvet.

  “The only problem is all this cloth.” Jane undid her button and zip.

  “It was raining and cold. You know I’m a warm-weather girl.” She lifted her hips, not holding back the fact that she craved the sensations Jane could give her.

  “I know. I expected you to be in the Caribbean by now.” Her shirt went, then her bra and panties.

  “I have tickets. A place. Money.” She had to tease.

  “I can be there in two weeks. I have a job in Seattle next Tuesday. One you can’t steal.” Jane settled next to her, hip against hers.

  “Steal? It was mine to take.”

  “Do you know how long it took me to set up that shot?” Those calloused fingertips slid up and down her cheek.

  “I haven’t the foggiest.” She’d been playing with the trigger on her umbrella for days.

  “I ate a lot of stromboli.” Jane moved, hand sliding down to cover Rose’s breast.

  “I’d pay to watch you eat cannoli.”

  Jane’s fingers were sure, warm, and Rose’s nipple drew up tight.

  “Yeah?” Jane’s laughter came through in her voice. “How much?”

  “Mmm. You’re worth a lot.” Hell, Jane was worth a fortune.

  “I like the sound of that.” One finger dipped into her bellybutton. With the blindfold on, she had no idea where the next touch would land.

  Her belly went tight, and she curled up a little, fingers finding Jane’s shoulder. Not in warning, claws out like a cat. Just to clutch at something solid in the dark.

  I’ve got you. You trust me, right?”

  Rose chuckled, her cunt aching for attention. “More than I trust anyone else.” And that was saying something.

  “Then just breathe, baby. Feel. Let me drive.” Jane tickled her belly, so lightly it made her chest hitch. The touch left a tingle behind, one that stole her breath.

  Then Jane kissed her, mouth warm, tongue pushing against hers. Oh they should have chocolate. She moaned, fingers tangling in Jane’s cropped hair, keeping them close. She wanted more of that spicy mouth, more of the espresso-flavored kisses.

  “Hungry girl.” Jane nipped her bottom lip, the sting making her nipples ache, and she arched, rubbing against Jane’s shirt.

  “I am,” Rose agreed, shifting to get more sensation.

  “Be good.” One nipple was pinched, tugged until she arched, the burn setting her teeth on edge. Her legs rubbed together, her cunt so wet.

  She wiggled, grabbing for Jane’s hand, trying to get those clever fingers to her aching clit.

  “In a hurry?” Jane pulled back, flicking her nipple with a finger and thumb.

  “I prefer the term eager.” It felt as if Jane was plucking a string that traveled from her nipple to her cunt, playing her like a guitar.

  “Oh, I like that. No rush that way, just want.” Jane’s chuckle left a little puff of air on her lips.

  She lifted her chin, hoping for a kiss. Jane made her tingle, made her slick and wet. Rose got what she wanted, Jane kissing her deep, those fingers on her skin slipping down between her legs. Rose spread, hips arching up and taking those rough, smart fingers in deep. She rode, loving the pressure, the invasion inside her, the way those blunt fingers dove inside and filled her.

  “Yes. Touch me.” She blinked hard, trying to see past the damn blindfold.

  “Bossy woman.” She could see Jane’s smile in her mind’s eye, wicked and naughty. She knew that face, from the scarred eyebrow to the quirky upper lip that was almost fuller than the lower one.

  “I am,” she agreed. Jane knew how to touch her, how to make her wild. Jane teased her swollen clit, tracing it slowly, idly, so that the only sensation she knew was frustration. Then the circles started, slow at first, then faster, threatening to light her on fire.

  Her hips moved in short, quick jerks, her body beginning to burn as tension tightened in her belly. When Jane’s lips closed around her nipple, she almost jumped out of her skin. It took forever before Jane found a rhythm she could relax into, move into.

  Then she was flying, panting, her whole body working to move just her hips. She smiled, everything tingling, more alive than she felt even during a job.

  Two fingers pushed deep, teasing her, filling her and driving her out of her mind. The strong suction at her nipples slammed through her too, making her muscles clench.

  She clawed closer to the edge, then shook and cried out as Jane backed off, teasing her. “Not so fast, baby. Make it last for me.”

  “Jane…” She twisted, but there wasn’t any friction, Jane making her slow down.

  “Don’t be greedy. Do you know how perfect you are? With the blindfold on, your mouth is what I see, all ripe and red.”

  Fuck, she loved it when Jane talked dirty to her.

  Jane’s fingers pressed into her lips, and she latched on, sucking hard and fast, tasting her own musk, her sweet juices.

  “God, you make me crazy,” Jane murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

  “Good.” She wanted to make Jane burn with it, wanted to make sure no one forgot her.

  “Yeah. It’s good.” Jane rolled on top of her, their breasts pressing together.

  Rose moaned and let her hands drag along the strong curves, the lean muscles. She touched, learning everything by feel all over again, and Jane rocked for her, wiry curls grinding against her thigh
. She pressed up, giving Jane pressure, pleasure, sweet cunt wet against her skin. “Love how you want me.”

  “Always.” Jane ripped the blindfold off her, letting her blink Jane’s face into focus.

  “Hey. Good to see you, lady.”

  “Shut up, woman. Kiss me.” Jane was laughing, though, just so happy to see her too.

  She pushed up, took a long, hard kiss, playing and loving and laughing all at the same time. Jane slid an arm beneath her, holding her there, undulating against her.

  They shifted together, legs tangled and sliding. Rose’s clit ached, burned, making her twist with it. She wanted more, wanted Jane’s hands and mouth, her rough caresses. “Together, Jane. I want to taste you.”

  “Yeah? Want my mouth on you too?”

  She nodded, helping Jane turn, hands smoothing over all that sweet, smooth skin. Jane’s legs were like silk, smooth but for the goose bumps that rose up in the wake of her hands. She nuzzled into one soft inner thigh and closed her eyes, breathing in the tart, citrusy scent, the musk that meant pleasure and need and lust.

  Jane made this happy noise, licking a long line on Rose’s hip. Those fingers stroked over her mound, lightly.

  “Oh.” She spread, ass sliding on the sheets as she kissed along the wiry curls, teasing as she grabbed a few between her lips and tugged.

  “Uh-huh.” Jane tugged at her clit.

  “Harder.” She responded with her lips, spreading Jane with her thumbs and wrapping them around Jane’s nub, tongue flicking it where it peeked out, swollen and eager.

  “Oh, fuck.” Jane gave her hands and mouth, her cunt lips pulled wide, Jane’s fingers dipping into her, then that clever tongue repeated the motion, giving her less depth, more heat.

  Yes. She wiggled her tongue, sliding on the silky smooth flesh, Jane’s flavor sinking into her bones. Sweet. How could this vicious, amazing bitch taste so sweet?

  Chuckling, Jane licked circles around Rose’s clit, teasing it, then sucked, giving her own right back to her.

  Oh, damn. Her toes curled, and she moved, restlessly. She was getting tense, close, her body curling up.

  She pushed both of her index fingers into Jane’s sweet cunt, letting her teeth barely graze over the sensitive clit.