He begins to fuck my throat, and I can’t hold back. I reach into my pants and find my clit with my middle finger. Eyes watering, mouth full, my breath short, and my body tense, I rise closer and closer to that peak, the climax I know will be nothing close to what Zander gave me last night, but I desperately need.
“Christ, you feel how fucking hard I am, girl? You’re going to make me come and you’re going to swallow all of it. Understand?”
I want to cry out to him that not only do I understand, I want it. But I can’t. My mouth’s full. So all I can do is moan back. But he gets the message.
His cock flexes, and I feel a jet of hot warmth as he fills my mouth with his load. Golden light radiates through my body as I swallow eagerly. My climax hits me hard, and I slow my finger and apply pressure as we come together, sharing a moment I’ll never forget.
It feels like he’s coming forever. I keep swallowing, fighting my gag reflex from how deep he is in my throat. He tastes sweet and I start imagining all the places I could get down on my knees and please him.
“Jesus…” he groans as I start to pull back. “Hang on, hang on. So sensitive.”
His cock still in my mouth, I smile up at him, slide my hand from my pants, and gently caress his balls. His whole body tenses up, reminding me of his strength, and I slowly rise up and swallow one last time.
“Fuck, baby. I swear. You’re a natural. That was the best head of my life.”
“Stop,” I giggle as I throw myself onto him. He wraps me in his arm and holds me tight. Yeah, I could live here forever.
“I’ll never lie to you, baby. It’s the truth. It wasn’t as good as being in your pussy, but it was close.”
The taste of his release still lingers on my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, a sweet reminder of what I can do for him. Should I feel weird about being proud of that? It’s not like the pride I feel after finishing a painting. It’s different. Not something I would brag to everyone about, but still…
I feel the wheels of the plane touch down and realize I’m the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. We put ourselves back together and make our way out of the cabin and onto the tarmac, where a car is already waiting for us. We climb in the back seat as our luggage is loaded in, and I nuzzle up to Zander as we head for the hotel.
“Look at the sunset,” I muse as I gaze out the window at the peach and violet sky. “So beautiful.”
“Wait until you see it,” he smiles. “Driver? Change of plans. Let’s skip the hotel. Bring us to the house.”
The driver nods and makes a turn.
“The house?” I ask. “You have a house here too?”
“I’ve got houses all over.” He grins. “I thought spoiling you with a night at a hotel would be nice, but this feels better.”
Ten minutes later we’re parked at the beach, and my hand is in Zander’s as he leads me down to the sand. The smell of the sea fills my nose, and the breeze twists my hair into my face. I also notice that there’s no one else around.
“Where is everybody?” I ask.
“On the public beaches,” he replies. “I own this one.”
Wow. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being shocked by Zander’s wealth. But right now, that’s not what’s on my mind; what’s on my mind are the feelings running through me that are impossible to ignore.
We’re staring at the ocean together, watching the waves break lazily on the beach, when I feel his eyes on me. For some reason I don’t turn. There’s something on his mind. I can almost hear his thought process, so I wait. After a moment…
“I love you Amory.”
The words spark within me. I know now that no matter what I do, I have to convince him to stop. No more thieving. There can’t be even the slightest chance that he’s taken from me.
My eyes well up and I finally bring them to him.
“I love you too, Zander.”
7
Zander
I gaze lovingly down at Amory as she sleeps naked on the bed. Her body is a work of art. This whole scene is.
I’m falling fast—scratch that, I fell fast, and I’m still falling. It’s only a matter of time before I’m a whole new man. Shit, I don’t even know if I care about my business empire anymore. After all, what good is a boatload of money or success if you have no one to share it with? No woman. No family.
That’s no life at all.
I’m starting to re-think everything. Even now, stealing that Picasso seems like something another man would do. Not me. I have Amory now. Why would I risk doing something as crazy as that?
Now I’m angry at myself.
No, I’m angry at life. The universe, for denying me this woman for all those years—years I could have spent making her happy. Years we could have spent together.
I made love to her before bed, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. This time it was slow, sensual, and nothing but missionary. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of hers, and when we climaxed together, I fully understood that I am now a changed man.
Wrapping myself in a robe, I head downstairs and get a glass of water. As I take a sip, I see it; a black sedan parked out front. I know before the knock comes.
Childers.
When I open the door, I’m ready to hit him.
“What are you doing here?” I growl. “This is not the time.”
“I figured you’d say that,” he chuckles. “You’re on your honeymoon, right? Or have you not made it official yet with that new girl of yours?”
New girl? How does he know about Amory? Has he been following me this whole time? Instantly my animal instincts kick into high gear, and I go on the defensive.
“Watch what you say next, Childers,” I say, my voice low. “She’s got nothing to do with this.”
“Oh contraire, Duke. She has everything to do with this.”
From his coat, the detective produces a manila folder and shows me a sheet of paper inside. “Amory Alder, real name Jessica Green. Accomplished art forger wanted in four countries for selling counterfeit work. Ripped off over seven million bucks before she fled to the US and got her little cover-up job sweeping floors at the Met.”
“Bullshit,” I reply, snatching the documents from him.
“Say what you want, Duke. But we’re charging her today, and we’ve got enough evidence to put her away for good. Hope you weren’t planning on starting a family with her.”
My hands begin to shake. Childers is a real son of a bitch. Even if this isn’t true, I wouldn’t put it past him to push a fraudulent case on Amory just to make my life hell. With his connections, he could make sure she stayed in jail for a long time. Even if it was only a few years, she’d be living in hell.
“You wouldn’t…” I say, crushing the file in my fist.
“How long have you known me, Duke?” he replies with a grin that makes me want to tear his face off. “I would, and you know that. Unless of course you come in.”
Blackmail. So much for honesty among law enforcement.
“You’ve got nothing on me, Childers. Come in? For what?”
“Well to start, you confess to the Picasso break-in the other night,” he replies. “And then the Monet, which we’ve been looking for. Oh, and the Van Gogh where we got your fingerprints and you managed to convince the judge that it was because you had touched it accidentally at a museum fundraiser. That one too.”