I don't know if it was the whiskey, the dare, or the sexual tension that was so thick you could cut it with a knife that made me do what I did next. Grabbing Striker by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him even closer. Without letting my more rational side get a word in edgewise, I kissed him.
I don't know how I expected him to react, but he still surprised me. At first, he stiffened. Then his arms circled around me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he took control. Not expecting that reaction, I surrendered to him, surprised to find that I....liked it.
Closing my eyes, I let myself melt into the kiss, feeling his tongue snake across the seam of my lips. I opened myself to him, letting the assassin consume me whole.
With a low growl, Striker pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I let my head tilt back as he kissed his way along my jaw and down my neck, fingers trailing over my curves. A low moan of pleasure escaped me, fueling the fire that was sparking to life somewhere in my core.
What started out as proving a point turned into something I hadn't realized I desperately needed. While I was lost in wrestling with my thoughts, Striker shifted to lay me on the couch, my legs hooked around his waist as he grinned down at me.
I had a choice to make. I could either stop this and maintain some semblance of workplace boundaries or I could throw the rules out the window. Without allowing myself a moment to doubt my decision, I said breathlessly, "Condoms are in the top drawer of the bathroom sink."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
Roman d'amourAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
