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  1. HIMBO HITMAN
  2. Copyright
  3. CONTENT WARNING
  4. CONTENTS
  5. THANK YOU
  6. BLURB
  7. FOREWORD
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER 54
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  64. OTHER BOOKS BY SAXON JAMES
  65. WANT MORE FROM ME?

Neither of us can answer that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

PERRY

My next move was about to be mounting St. Clare and grinding against him until I came. And kissing him. Lots of kissing him.

But now, Lars is pacing and talking, and the intensity is high, but all I can think about is my dick and the way it’s straining very specifically toward the man sitting next to me. I grab a dusty cushion and plant it over my lap.

“I’m sorry, are you asking me to plan again?” I don’t mean for it to come out in a pathetic whine, but I’m not in control of a lot right now.

“Well, we need to do something because all of this sitting around is driving me mental.”

I’m feeling a bit of that myself, except it has nothing to do with sitting around. “Can I suggest you take a long, long walk into the woods? I think an hour should do it.”

Beside me, St. Clare coughs over a laugh, and I’m close to smothering him with the cushion. No more sounds from him, thank you. I’m horny enough as it is.

Lars pins me with a flat look. “No.”

“Half an hour, then?” I’m straining not to hump the fucking cushion. All that keeps flashing through my mind is how St. Clare’s tongue felt in my mouth and the way his cock was strong and needy against mine. There was something about the way he took control that made me burn from the inside out, and I don’t think that burning has gone away much.

The whole fighting for my life thing kinda dulled it, but now that’s over and I can think again, it’s all come roaring back.

I’m really fucking attracted to St. Clare.

And I’m pretty sure it’s him and not the fact I’m sleeping with a man for the first time. That’s appealing, sure, and so obviously hot, but my cock imitating a war hammer is all him. That blond hair that waves just right. The suckable bottom lip. The way he sometimes looks at me like he’s sharing a secret.

Do I know what that secret is?

No fucking clue.

But it’s the thought that counts.

And right now, all my thoughts are about how to get him naked. Maybe if Lars hadn’t interrupted, we could have taken care of that side of things and then freed up our brains for super-serious plotting things. Really, this is his fault. Because who can care about murder plots when your brain has relocated south?

Lars looks me over and smirks around the sip he’s taken. “Might want to shower before you take those thoughts any further.”