She didn’t move away from my cock, though. It was her who repositioned herself so she was sitting on top of me with her back to my chest. It was her who spread those ass cheeks wide and moaned as she took it deep. It was her who guided my thrusts, eating them up like a good girl.
She let out a groan as I sank my teeth into her beautiful bare shoulder, taking it as I sucked my mark right onto her.
“Oh God…please…more…” she whimpered, and she got more. Her shoulders were bitten sore by the time I unloaded my cum into her ass, and she was exhausted in a whole new way, glowing with life once we were finally done with soaping up, hoisting ourselves out of there.
I wrapped her up in a towel before I wrapped myself up in one, and she let her wet hair shake down in beautiful blonde snakes, shimmering.
I’d never get tired of looking at her. I could be staring at her for the rest of time and she’d still snare me like a siren calling me right out to sea.
We were still in towels when a knock came at our bedroom door. I answered it with the towel still around my hips, glad to find it was one of the Quentins’ housekeepers with a tray of food.
Steak. Tender and rich and exactly what was needed.
Elaine gobbled hers up on the bed, still in her towel, hungry enough that she had eaten the whole dinner before she glugged down some mineral water and lay back with her hand on her freshly swollen little belly.
We snuggled up in bed together, flesh against flesh. She slept like a delicate creature next to me, barely moving until we woke up in the morning with sunlight shining bright through the windows.
I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was time to be forming more of my allegiances and cementing new partnerships in stone.
Elaine was still half asleep as I got myself washed and suited up ready for the day. She sat up in bed as I fastened my tie, her hair a stunning mess like a halo.
“Shall I come with you?” she asked, but I shook my head.
“No, baby. Enjoy your new surroundings, and enjoy your time with Francesca. I’ll make sure they send your breakfast upstairs before she comes to get you.”
Again she looked surprised. Surprised and happy. “I’m spending the day with Francesca?”
“Yes,” I told her. “She has a whole host of plans for your time.”
Hell, I couldn’t wait to hear about them later, but I wasn’t going to share them with her. I wanted her amazement to be fresh when Francesca told her exactly what would be happening for her.
I kissed my doll before I left, having to pull myself free from her arms before she tugged me back under the covers with her.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” I told her, and again, it felt so natural to be in such an easy new world with no fears hanging over our heads.
“I’ll see you later, handsome,” she replied, and waved me off with a smile.
She’d sure be smiling when I did see her later, that was for sure.
Devon Quentin was already suited up and ready to roll when I joined him downstairs in the sitting room. He got to his feet, giving me a handshake that was even more firm and enthusiastic than the day before.
“Francesca will be getting Elaine’s breakfast sent up to her,” he confirmed, and I smirked at him.
“A full English breakfast, I hope.”
He smiled back. “Of course, Lucian. Most certainly a full English. Minus the black pudding, as per your request.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m very appreciative that she’s going to be well taken care of.”
“Don’t you worry about that. Francesca will most definitely be taking care of her. It’s an honor to have you both here. Speaking of which,” he added. “Would you like any breakfast yourself?”
No, I wouldn’t. I shook my head with a thanks. “I have more pressing things to concern myself with,” I told him. “We have plenty of plans to finalize.”
“Of course,” he said, and patted my back as we walked toward the hall. “I’m ready for us to get started.”
The limo was already waiting outside when we stepped out through the entrance. I glanced up at the wing I knew my princess was relaxing in, relieved all over again that I’d trusted my primal calling to be so true to our nature.
Quentin and I took our seats in the back of the limo, and our negotiations started up the moment we pulled away from the manor.
I was very firm in my offerings, and he was very eager to accept them. Partnerships in everything from pharmaceutical research to cross-Atlantic insurance deals, right through to underworld arms deals. I had a sense of drive and excitement I hadn’t truly felt in my gut for several years. Life at Morelli Holdings was challenging, and interesting, but not like this. Not like forming a whole new initiative of opportunities with a whole new web of connections.
We pulled up in Canary Wharf and the limo dropped us off at Quentin’s HQ. I stepped inside, shoulder to shoulder with him, proud and arrogant in my very finest of ways.
It was after a solid morning of conversations with Quentin’s recommended associates that we shook hands on some deals and some of the other business partners left the room. Then it was just Quentin and I alone together again, sitting across the table from each other with a respectful smile on our faces. He was impressed. I could see it.
It was him who leaned closer, curious.
“So, given that you have been so forthcoming in what you are offering us,” he said. “What is it that you want in return? There must be some things you are seeking that I could show you my appreciation by supplying.”
My expression was stoic as I weighed it up, but he was eager, clearly very taken with the offers I’d been presenting him.
Yes, there were some things he could show his appreciation by supplying. Two of them.
I decided to lay my cards right out there on the table. “I want a few things in particular,” I said. “Some things that may be controversial.”
“Anything,” he said, holding up his hands with a smirk. “Controversial is my middle name.”
My gut was boiling with need even as I uttered the words. “I want Lord Eddington and Baron Rawlings,” I told him. “And I want them delivered to me personally so I can kill them myself.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Elaine
I was still enjoying the comfy bed and my full stomach from breakfast when the knock came at the bedroom door. It was a different knock than the nervous little taps we’d had previously, this one was confident, with a real bounce in it. My nerves shot up into my throat as I headed over to answer it, knowing full well it must be Francesca Quentin out there on the landing.
Yes, it was. It was Francesca Quentin greeting me with a smile, and she looked every bit as radiant as she had the night before.
She was clearly wearing a designer dress down to her knees, in a turquoise green that brought out the green of her eyes. Her lips were scarlet, matching her flame hair just right.
The woman just reeked of glamor.
Such a shame that I didn’t.
I was in one of Jemma’s cheap cami tops over a faded pair of jeans. I felt a mess compared to her, but she made me feel anything but as she clapped her hands together in excitement to see me. “Such a pleasure to have you! I can’t wait until Marissa Frank arrives. Just a few more minutes and she should be pulling up with her collection, armed and ready to go.”