He stiffened, gasping with startled pleasure as she gripped his shaft and stroked it boldly. “Oh, man,” he groaned.
“Let me.” She wiggled closer, squeezing. She could feel his pulse in his stiff cock, the swift, rapid throb of his heart. “Let’s not waste more time.”
He rolled on top of her, and slid his big, solid body down the length of the mattress, kissing his way down. Slow, hot, languid kisses, over her breasts, her belly. Then he pushed her legs wide and settled between them again.
“I love all the shades of pink and red,” he said. “The secret, hidden bits. Like a flower. So fucking sexy.” He slid his finger tenderly inside her slick heat while he rolled the tip of his tongue luxuriously around her clit. She heard him ripping open another condom, taking the briefest moment to roll it on, and then he was at her again. Pleasure racked her with each skillful lash of his clever tongue, until there was nothing left but pleasure. Wave after wave of it, each one bigger than the one before.
Sweeping her away. Wiping her out. The orgasms just rolled over her, one after the other. She’d always thought there was something complicated and mysterious about relaxing enough to come to orgasm. Not with Nate.
When the paroxysm eased off, he was deep inside her, his torso bent over hers, his cock rocking, gliding. Her legs were splayed wide, folded high up.
“You’re good?” He waited patiently for her answer, but speech was complicated when you could barely breathe. “Good,” she gasped out. “Great.”
Nate let out a low, desperate sound, and started to move.
She was so silky soft from all his lavish licking. Every deep stroke made her feel softer, slicker. Boneless and yielding. She lifted herself, giving herself up to it completely. The pace was quickening now, both of them grasping the other. Moans and gasps. She lifted herself, arching to get closer as the huge power rose to a crest.
They exploded together, fused.
Afterward, Nate slipped out of her body, with a murmur of regret, and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. He was back moments later, pulling her into his arms and draping her leg over his own thigh. The room was cool, but Nate was so hot, and his embrace surrounded her. No need for a blanket. It felt wonderful.
She cuddled closer, her breasts against his chest—and felt his penis stiffen.
Her eyes opened, startled. “Wow. For real?”
“Pay him no mind,” he said lazily. “He’s just happy to be touching you.”
The smile that took over her face was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She reached down to caress his erection. “Shhh…don’t move,” she murmured.
She slid down to admire his beautiful, taut phallus at close range. Stiff, hot, and so smooth against her tongue. Salty, sweet. She licked silken drops of pre-come off his glans with slow, luxurious strokes.
“My turn to torment you,” she whispered, pulling him deep into her mouth.
“Oh…my God.” His voice broke off into a groan, which was a good beginning. Very good, but just a beginning. She’d keep at it until she heard him shout.
That was a memory to take with her when she ran off into the dark.
7
Gil reached for his earbuds. He was sick of the pulsing music and battle sounds of Josh’s fucking video. It was worth it, to keep the annoying little shithead occupied, but the music grated on him.
One of the phones near his chair vibrated. Not his smartphone. The red burner, dedicated to Sheldon Sinclair.
He did not feel like talking to that degenerate today. Shel was under the impression that he owned Gil. Not for long. Shel wasn’t smart enough to win a long game against Gil Clemens, but he still needed to be carefully managed.
Gil picked up the phone and punched talk. “Shel,” he said. “You’re up late. It must be three in the morning in Isla Rosalba.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. So can you.”
Shel’s voice had that loud, blustering quality that indicated that he’d been drinking, drugging or both. Drugs made Shel combative, which was a big fucking bore. Gil steeled himself. “What do you need, Shel?”
“Good news, my man, I need good news. Tell me that you ran that snotty little rat-bitch down and took care of business like a man.”
Gil forced his jaw to unclench. “I’m still looking for her. I was working on that now. Your call interrupted me.”
“Yeah? I bet you’re sitting there drinking Scotch and stroking your chin and overthinking it, like the stick-up-the-ass politician that you are. Didn’t you say you have the bitch’s little brother?”
“Yes, but I—”
“So use him!” Shel bellowed. “You have the leverage! Fucking use it!”
“We discussed this already,” Gil said evenly. “She has leverage, too. Her countermove would destroy us.”
“So you’ll just keep him like a puppy in a kennel? Give him treats?”
“I’ve gone on TV with him,” Gil said, with steely calm. “I’m sure she got the message. She may be a lying, treacherous bitch, but she isn’t completely stupid.”
“I never did like that snotty cunt. I knew she’d be a pain in my ass. I get you wanting the Roarke billions, but there are better ways to get funded than to deep-freeze your dick. What the fuck, Gil? Is my money not good enough for you?”
“Go lie down,” Gil said. “You’re stoned, Shel. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Did I not promise to fund you, all the way to the top? But no, you just had to get greedy. A person might almost think that you don’t trust me. After all we’ve been through together.”
Every now and then, Shel had a brief but dangerous flash of real insight. Gil hastened to quash it. “That’s never what I—”
“Then your father-in-law gives his billions away to fucking charity! And there you are…married to that frigid cunt, and with no cash to show for it. That’s so fucking funny, I’m still laughing.”
Gil’s teeth clenched. “It wasn’t like that.”
“And you can’t even access what’s left of the money until she’s declared dead, right? Nothing for Gil! Joke’s on you, eh? Good thing I’m still here to help, amirite?”
Gil held down the simmering rage, teeth clenched to the point of pain.
It was true that Louisa and the Roarke money had been his back-up option, in case Shel imploded. Shel Sinclair was worth two hundred billion dollars of inherited wealth, but he was burning through it fast, with his whores, private jets and lavish drugged-up parties. He was probably in bed with naked under-aged girls right now. He passed them around to his business companions like cigars. Gil was working hard behind the scenes at burying the latest lawsuit, but the man was never going to stop.
Shel was a threat to Gil’s squeaky-clean DA image. Gil had been distancing himself when that stupid whore Erasma showed the video to Louisa. The one, single time at Isla Rosalba that Gil had let himself be tempted, after too many drinks, too many lines of coke, too many naked girls bouncing their tits. He’d given in—and they had filmed him. Hypocritical little bitches. They took the money and the gifts, they guzzled the champagne and snorted the coke, and then, oh poor me! I was exploited!