Eric Pt. 3

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I was being serious. He broke every law of The Hit; loyalty, bravery, fearlessness, and courage. Even hired hitmen have laws. He had broken every single one of them not only for his fellow hitmen but for the women he shared a life with and for that, this will make the killing that much better. Emma was starting to grow on me, I knew I would be spending a lot of time with her to get close to Aaron, with my handler, we had already located his home, and workplace and tracked his day-to-day movements, which wasn't difficult to track because once he found out I was still alive he stalked Emma like a hawk, and I allowed it so I could follow him. I didn't leave the country I had been spending so much time with Emma I had almost forgotten why I picked things up with her in the first place. I placed my assistant as a decoy in my absence, to get on the plane, pretend to be me, work from the hotel, order all the nice dinners he wanted, partied with the best of the best Dubai had to offer. He needed the break and since I didn't need to close the deal, it was already set in motion months ago but Emma didn't know that, and neither did Aaron. I told my assistant it was time for him to take a vacation, Aaron took the bait and more of him I saw. 

It was happening next week at the Architure Ball, and even though Aaron and I worked at different companies we still had to show up. Once a year, each of the fifty major architecture companies sends in their best candidate to present the best project they worked on in the year before, I was number 1 and Aaron was number 2, always has been and always will be. 

I know he will try to pull something as well, my handler hadn't figured it out yet but with a week left, he needed to get a move on. In the meantime we had advised a plan for every possible outcome, our best advantage was Emma, as long as she is there, he won't pull a move without completely blowing his cover.

I had been up for hours before Emma, it's Saturday and I probably have all the information I needed until next week that I don't need to spend anymore time with her, but I honestly wanted to and the plan I have set in motion for her surprise will surely throw Aaron to slip up. She looked gorgeous in the light, no makeup, hair a mess, and yes she does snore and it's adorable. The deeper the connection, the harder this is going to be to leave her. I get out of bed and make her breakfast, and indulge into a fantasy that danced into my brain as I was making the first omlet. A life with Emma, children running around a big yard and Sunday lunches, pure bliss of happiness. When Emma's phone dinged I couldn't help but pry. 

"I miss you, can we please talk? - Aaron." My blood boiled, this low life piece of shit, who mentally tormented Emma actually said, "I miss you." What a fucking idiot. I set Emma's phone down before I heard her strolling down the hallway, "Smells amazing." She said half asleep smiling at me, I smiled and turned before she picked up her phone, I made her a cup of coffee and she was just silent, "Is everything okay?" like I don't already know. "No," she admitted, "Aaron messaged me again, so I blocked him, can't move on when the past is haunting the present." She got up and walked to me, "I don't want him, I only want you," kissed me, and for the first time in my life I had butterflies in my stomach and guilt in my chest. The two I had never felt in my life. 

She put on music while we ate and talked and after breakfast I could tell the coffee and blocking the low life piece of shit made all the difference in her mood. She was dancing as she put the dishes in the dishwasher and I watched as she shook her ass and by the time she pressed start on the dishwasher I couldn't contain myself. I went behind her and started kissing her neck, putting one hand under neath her shirt and the other trailed to her already wet cunt. She was intoxicating, and it had been a LONG few weeks. She started moaning, and before she could cum, I let go and told her to go to the bedroom. She got undressed but this time she was the one who kneeled and pulled my underwear to my ankles, "What are you doing?" I asked a bit taken back, no woman has ever done this unless I forced her to, and because this was for business I didn't feel the need to do this with her.

"Showing you how much I want you." Before I could argue against her, she had my balls in her mouth, "Fuck," I moaned surprisingly, she made her way to the tip, dripping drool on top before putting me inside her mouth, bobbing that beautiful blonde head up and down. She may have won the battle but she was not winning the war. I grabbed her by her hair and fisted it into a pony, "You should've been more patient," I said more coldy, she took her mouth off of me for a second, looked up at me with challenging eyes, "Try me." 

That was all she said before I thrusted into that tiny mouth of hers, "Oh you want to have an attitude, I'll show you how I handle attitudes," she wasn't choking like most women do, she was taking me in moaning against my dick, but I could tell she was struggling when the tears started welling from lack of air. I pulled her out, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth," she wiped the tears, took a deep breathe and nodded yes, "Yes what?" without hesitation, "Yes sir," I pulled her back in, this time she was ready for me, bobbing with me until I came hard I went deeper down her throat which she took in like her life depended on it and swallowed until there was nothing left. 

Emma giggled, "What?" I looked down to see her wiping the corner of her mouth, "Knocked you off your feet huh?" I rolled my eyes, "You're not getting away that easily." I smirked, I don't know where this new found confidence came from, I mean she was always confident, but even more so it shows since she went off on Aaron and I really am happy for her about that. I took her shirt off, and this time it was my turn. I looked in my bag and found the rope I used to strangle a hedgefund guy in Arizona a few years back, I tied her hands against the bed post and the other piece to tie her ankles. "Since you couldn't stop moving last time, this time you won't be able to move even if your body can't help it." 

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