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“Have them standing by. We don’t know how deep this goes.” I tug her toward the door. “And let Jones know the latest.”
She’s a little pale as we leave through the back and get into my waiting car. I ease Scarlett against me to warm her.
“I don’t know why I’m cold.”
“Because I beat the fuck out of someone?” I ask, even though I know why.
She shakes her head. “No, I wanted you to. If he had something to do with Amelia… And even if he didn’t?” She shudders, then presses her face to my side for a moment. “The way he talked about other girls… it was vile.”
“And you.”
“Yes, but I trusted you.” There’s something else in those words. Something that sounds like don’t let me down.
I nod, and I wait until we pull up at the penthouse. The elevator ride up’s quiet, her hands in mine. She reached for me, and I allowed it.
There’s something nice about her wanting to touch me. Her thinking she can get comfort from me. And I’m not going to deny it. Soon it’ll come crashing down, but after tonight, after that erotic, intense rope session? She needs it, and maybe I do, too.
I don’t let the thought percolate any more than that.
When the elevator opens, she steps in and takes off her shoes.
“Do you want a drink?”
Scarlett nods and I make her a small cocktail. There’s some ginger beer behind the bar, so I dilute her rum with that and hand it to her. She takes it with a murmur of thanks.
“Are you okay? That was intense.”
“It was what? Twenty minutes?”
Fuck, she was in subspace, hard-core. I approach and take her drink, having a sip of the spicy, sweet contents. She takes it back. “Baby Red, it was an hour and a half.”
“Oh…” And then she does something so hot I almost lose my mind. She reaches down and palms my cock that rockets to peak hardness in moments flat. “You must be needing…”
“Scarlett.”
She frowns, snatches away her hand, and stalks off, a weave to her step that tells me she’s half out of it still.
“Scarlett.”
“I’m scared for Amelia,” she says. “But we can’t do anything until tomorrow, until they contact you. I want to call my family and you won’t let me. I need to do something. I’m sleepy, I’m wired… I’m?—”
“Still a little in subspace.” I go to her, and she downs the rest of her drink. I ease the glass from her and back her through the penthouse. She stares up at me, lips parted as I do. My hand is at her throat, around her collar. “I don’t want contact because I don’t need them getting worked up when they talk to you. Shit, we don’t even know where your father is, except on business.”
“Make me forget everything, just for a few hours.”
“I can’t last a few hours.” I push her into the door of the bedroom and kiss her. “But I’ll do my fucking best. Emphasis on fucking.”
I strip her naked, not bothering to take my time. And I pull off my clothes, too. She starts to drop to her knees, but I take her by her hair and drag her to the sofa in the bedroom suite and bend her over the back of it. “I’ll take a blow job later. But I need your sweet, tight pussy now.”
I slam into her, balls deep.
“Oh fuck, this is coming home, Scarlett. I’m going to fuck the life out of you.”
And I start to hammer at her in savage, deep thrusts. I’m not here for a long session; I need to get off. It’s like I was edged at the club. She’s so fucking hot, and I had to be in the office with that piece of shit Dunkel after our session and Scarlett in her dress, the one I wanted to fuck her in. I was hoping to do that after the guy left. But I lost my shit.
Now, slamming into her, her heat and tightness wrapping about me, squeezing me, I’ve reached a kind of nirvana. I hold off from that ultimate peak, just long enough to enjoy pounding into her, but when she starts to come, she grabs my cock so hard with her muscles that I lose my control and come, spurting deep into her.
When we’re done, I pull out, pick her up, and take her to bed.
