Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 56

56

HANNAH

Five minutes later–because Jack either really wanted me to practice or really wanted to tie me up–I was dressed and had Jack’s cell in my hand. We agreed, for this practice, I wasn’t teleporting anywhere without one. Just in case.

We decided to start small. We were in his bedroom, not fifteen feet from the bed. My destination.

“Okay, how do you think I should do this?” We stood together, somewhat awkwardly. It wasn’t like either of us had ever done this before, me, at least, intentionally.

I eyed the bed. If I picked Jack up with my newfound strength, I could throw him the distance. That wasn’t the superpower we were working on, and I didn’t think that one needed any help.

“You said you have to be angry,” he said.

I arched a brow. “We just got done with that. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. ”

“You also said the static electricity was part of it.”

I forgot about that.

“Yeah, but have you felt it lately?”

He shook his head. “You think it’s gone?”

I shrugged. I had no clue.

“I don’t,” he replied. “Maybe all that electricity was foreplay.”

“Charged foreplay?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I have no fucking clue. It happened on the plane, the first time we met. Every time since. Until we had sex. All I know is that now that I’ve had you, I can’t get enough. Maybe we do it too much to build it back up?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m not holding off getting inside you to test it.”

I totally agreed with him. I wasn’t abstaining from the best sex of my life to see if we could conduct static electricity. “Um…no.”

“So we’re going with you being angry.”

“I said I don’t want to fight with you.” And we were fighting.

He shrugged, probably thrilled I wasn’t mad at him. “Then be angry about something else.”

I frowned. “What should I be angry about?”

“Your parents. Your brother and sister.”

He wrapped his arms around me in a snug embrace.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“Your sister played footsie with me under the table at dinner.”

I tried to push back to look up at him, but he held me too tight .

“She did what?” I asked.

“You saw how she winked at me. She wants me.”

I struggled in his hold, not liking this conversation at all. “Of course she wants you. Every woman with working eyeballs wants you.”

“Think of the bed, Hannah,” he murmured.

“Now I’m thinking of Briana,” I grumbled, but eyed it across the room.

“Then get angry and get to the bed so I can prove to you you’re the only woman I want. I’m going to fuck you so good.”

I saw what he was doing, besides melting my recently-put-on panties. He was giving me something to be mad about and it was working. I’d deal with Briana later, but I stayed on task. So I fought against Jack’s hold. I could put my strength into turbo, but I knew Jack would release me go if I really wanted it.

Still, I said, “Let me go.”

“No,” he said, the one word dark and potent. “The bed, gorgeous. I won’t fuck you until you get to the bed. That perfect pussy aches. Needs to be filled.”

I fought against him, stared at the bed. Wanted to be there. Wanted to be filled by him. “Let me go, I’ll walk there.”

“No. Be a good girl and teleport to the bed.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I reward good girls.”

I growled, my pussy aching and empty and he was keeping me from getting what I needed. Then there was Briana trying to stake a claim on my man. Jack needed to fuck me and only me. I wanted to be a good girl and I definitely wanted that reward .

His dick belonged to me. It belonged in me.

I had to get across the room, and it was mine.

So I shoved at Jack, mad that he was denying me and–

Ended up on the bed. I was standing on top of it, but it worked.

“Holy shit, it worked,” I breathed, then grinned.

“Yeah, holy shit.” He blinked, a little stunned I actually did it, and that he saw it happen and where I ended up this time. A slow smile crept across his face as he loosened his tie and approached.

I dropped to my knees on the soft surface.

“I’m going to tie you up, fuck you like the good girl you are, then we’re going to do it all over again.”

I reached for him, but he snagged my wrists, wrapped them with the tie.

Our eyes met. “You’ll teleport to the couch. The counter. The shower. Until you have it down and you pass out from orgasms.”

With his hold on the knotted tie, he yanked me to him for a kiss.

I loved incentive-based practice.