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till his weight was crushing me into the bed, his hips between my thighs and his cock pressing against my soaking opening. “Aren’t we always up shit creek in this business?” I managed as Charlie, never losing eye-contact, slid his cock deep inside my hungry cunt.
     
    Resting his weight on his outstretched arms he took me with long, deep strokes. I always loved watching him as he made love to me. His face was so expressive. His cock was in heaven when he slid it inside my tight hole and his whole body showed me how good he felt.
     
    Unknowing of what was happening, Loretta prattled on, “Yes dear, we are always up shit creek in this business – we walk a tight rope over thin ice and all that. Trust me when I say that this is a big one.”
     
    “I believe you,” I said breathlessly as Charlie pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside.
     
    “If you don’t come someone else will,” Loretta threatened. “You know Hunter will definitely come.”
     
    Just the name, Hunter, sent hot shivers down my spine and tingles of pleasure through my lower belly. That man was sex wrapped in more sex and covered in chocolate.
     
    As if on cue Charlie, rolled his hips, hitting that spot inside that made my whole body purr.
     
    “Don’t give it to him!” I covered my cry with what I hoped was outrage.
     
    “So you’ll come?” Loretta’s voice lifted another octave. “Say you’ll come.”
     
    I let out an unintended moan as my body tightened instinctively around Charlie’s thick cock. He just felt so good and mixed with all this talk about coming… Well.
     
    “Holy shit!” Loretta’s voice gushed over the phone. “Selena Cherry, are you having sex right now?”
     
    “I refuse to answer that question,” I replied and bit my lip again as Charlie licked his tongue up my throat. He was moving faster now, harder.
     
    “Who is it? Is he hung?”
     
    I laughed, pressed the red hang-up button and dropped the phone.
     
    “Oh fuck, Selena,” Charlie moaned into my ear. He was thrusting harder now and I could feel him trembling above me. He was close.
     
    If I wanted to come I was going to have to catch up. I wrapped my legs around his pumping hips, secured my hands above my head, shut my eyes and let the images flow. Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp… Hunter.
     
    His long black hair, light brown skin, dark eyes, full lips. Those wide shoulders and leather pants. I pictured those leather pants around his knees, his bare ass pumping in the rhythm Charlie was fucking me. Against a wall, my hands tied, held captive to his lust.
     
    I heard Loretta’s words in my head, You know Hunter will definitely come… And my world exploded in molten white pleasure.
     
    Coming down I heard and felt Charlie moan and rock through his own climax.
     
    An hour later I was showered, dressed and strutting through the doors of Frank Harding’s Bail Bonds office.
     
    I’m Selena Cherry, I’m thirty-two, blonde and dangerously hot… Oh and I’m the second most kickass bounty hunter this side of Hotslide City.
     

     
    ~*~*~
     

     
    I sat in the office flicking through the paper work Loretta had handed me. The skip’s name was Mike Hicks, he seemed to be a low ranking member or accessory to enough shit to be in the record books. He was damned lucky he’d gotten bail at all and Loretta was right, they were all up shit creek if this one slipped through.
     
    “He’s up for armed robbery,” Loretta sat on the other side of the desk and lit up a cigarette. “He and a couple of other guys knocked off a line of convenience and liquor stores.”
     
    “I remember this one,” I said still reading. “His two so-called mates scarpered and left him to take the wrap.”
     
    She nodded. “Looks like they’re hoping that he’ll make a deal for a reduced sentence to turn in the location of the other two.”
     
    “Shit,” I snapped the file shut and stood up. “Are we sure he’s still alive?”
     
    “Yeah, his