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mother fucker and I will shoot your ass and burn your body! What the fuck are you doing on my porch?” I heard the sexiest voice I have ever heard growl. Fuck me, she was turning me on while she had a gun to my head. This might not have been the best time to get a hard on, but damn, that woman was fine as hell.
    “God damn, woman you are sexy as shit when you are handling that piece.” That evidently was not the right answer. The gun was lowered, and the round kick to the back of my knee made me stumble forward in an effort to regain my balance. Not a particularly imaginative maneuver and something that would not have been successful had all my blood not been rushing to my dick.
    “You must be shit dumb! What in the ever loving fuck are you doing lurking around my house in the middle of the night? You lookin’ to get a bullet in your other shoulder? You want a matching set? I’d be happy to oblige.” Jasmin was spitting mad. Damn.
    “Anyone ever tell you that you cuss a lot? Shit, woman you say “fuck” more than most the men I was in combat with.” I knew I should just stop now and explain why I was on the porch, but for some perverse reason I could not stop pissing her off. I liked the fire she got in her eyes when she was ready to do battle.
    I looked Jasmin over from her crazy ass messy bun that held her silky whiskey colored hair haphazardly on her head, down to a white cotton wife beater tank top. Down further to the pair of men’s boxers she had rolled over at the waist making them sit low on her tiny hips. Hot damn!
    “Eyes up here, fucker! As for my vocabulary, if you don’t fucking like it, eat shit. Now I know you have a hard time answering direct questions in English, perhaps a different language would suit you better. Unfortunately for you I am too tired to fuck around trying to find one.  What are you doing on my porch?” She said through gritted teeth. The girl was going to need a dentist by the time we were done the way she was grinding her teeth.
    “I live here. You are actually on my porch. I believe yours is about ten feet to the right.”  I said simply. Then I flashed my best thousand megawatt smile. The one I knew  had most women dropping their panties at the sight of it.

Chapter Five
    Jasmin
     
    “The fuck you say?” I asked, completely stunned.
    Did he just say he lived here? What in the hell was Z thinking? How in God’s name was I going to sleep with Mr. DDG sleeping in the next apartment with only a thin wall separating us?
    After the meeting I had ridden around the city trying to relax and clear my mind. When I finally got home it still took me almost an hour to finally close my eyes and not think about the sex I undeniably wanted to have with him. Not even the memories of my capture and torture could stop the sexy replay reel of him walking in the conference room. Just thinking about it now I could feel my nipples getting hard through my thin tank top, and once again, my life sucked. I was not wearing a bra. Maybe the heavens would bless me and he would not notice. I looked back at his face and yup, they were laser focused on my nipples. FML! Why couldn’t I catch a break with this guy?
    “Ahem.” I cleared my throat hoping to get his attention. His eyes met mine and that sexy smirk was back on his face.
    “What? Are you the one with the issues understanding the English language?” Linc asked as he inched his way closer to me. “Ich wohne hier.” He whispered in my ear repeating, I live here, in German. His accent was perfect. Of course it would be. Every damn thing about him seemed to be perfect. Why wouldn’t his German be flawless as well?
    “Whatever!” Yes, I was reduced to the verbal equivalent of a fifteen year old.
    In my defense it was hard to think when Linc had his body so damn close to mine and I could smell that ‘I wanna have sex’ scent on him again. I was also trying to figure out if that was his gun brushing up against my bare thigh or if it was