Two Hitmen

We are two bad, bad men

We’re professionals. Whatever the job is, if the money’s right, we get it done - the dirtier the better.

This hit was supposed to be simple. A man wanted his business partner offed. It’s not nice, but it’s what we do, and the price was sure right. Except the client turned out to be a man who liked to mess things up. When you’re dealing with men like us, that’s a bad idea.

We didn’t know that our business would turn out to be with an abusive, cheating scumbag, or that he would leave an innocent, beautiful, young widow with curves to tempt our watering mouths and eyes to harden us both right up.

She’s pure and nearly untouched, but one look from her unlocks a force deep inside both of us, a powerful and raging need. We both want to claim her and make her ours until she screams in pleasure - and we share everything else.

I’m a very nice girl

Call me old fashioned, but I like things traditional. That’s why I saved myself for marriage, why I’m a housewife… and why the two strangers in my living room, spreading and lounging all over my furniture like sex in suits, they just cannot be here.

Liam and Declan turned my life upside down. Everything that I thought I had was gone - but all I can think about is them.

What they look like under the suits. What kind of weaponry they’re packing. Whether they would both…

NO! I’m a nice girl, and nice girls absolutely don’t do that. I didn’t even do it with one man except for the one whose ring went on my finger. Never ever two men.

But the way their eyes make filthy promises, the way they whisper in my ear makes my knees shake, and I think about it. I think about both of them. At once… it’s almost too much.

Almost.