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I look down at her, and deliberately suck her juices from my fingers, and she bites her lip. The sight of her, the taste sweet and salty on my tongue is so fucking erotic I could come right here and now.
Instead, I push into her, and take her, pounding into her tight depths like I can’t get enough and she eats me up with those big eyes.
Something comes over me, a quiet, ragged fury that’s at myself, and the way she looks at me, like I’m the center of this all, so full of fucking trust, I pull out of her. With my hand on her hips, I kneel, moving her, flipping her so her perfect ass is facing me, and I slide my fingers down over her slit, opening her and then I fist my cock, and pump it, and aim. And I slam down home.
“Oh, God. That’s so deep. So good.” Zoey groans, her hands fisting the covers.
I hold her hip in one hand, and coil her hair in the other, and I fuck her. Hard. Like a madman, and it’s insane. Incredible. Hot. She pushes back to meet me, taking me so far into her I don’t ever want to emerge.
The weird anger morphs into lacerated need and I pound, sweat dripping, and I pull her head up, and then come over her to bite her shoulder and my balls ache and my body is filling with a pleasure and need for release that borders on pain and her cunt tightens around my shaft, and then she starts to shake. She’s coming, I can feel her clamping down on me.
She’s crying and moaning and saying things that aren’t words and as she screams, her body contracts so hard, over and over on my cock that I explode into her. I’m flying and yelling out because what’s inside me, this intense white pleasure is too much to contain.
When I’m done, when she’s done, I pull out and collapse on the bed, taking Zoey in my arms and holding her, kissing her, stroking my fingers against her skin like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
And I wonder…what the fuck have I become?
I’ve turned into some kind of weakling when I wasn’t looking.
That’s the only explanation I’ve got for having more sex with Zoey, cooking dinner with her. Having more sex.
I sneak out at almost four am, and heading to the apartment I set up for Magnus Simpson.
Laying on the bed in the place, I watch shadows chase each other on the ceiling, but I know sleep isn’t going to come along anytime soon, so I pull out my phone and get to work. I answer all the damn texts from my brothers, along with work ones. And I send out instructions for the day to various people for my next phase in my charity and foundation work to show I have heart.
But what I can’t do is get rid of the feeling that’s building inside me.
It’s insidious and uncomfortable and makes things a little darker, like I can harbor real guilt. I don’t. I won’t. This is all business, and if Zoey is in the way, well, she’s going to come out better than she is now.
Whether she likes it or not.
She’s rock bottom and she knows it. Oh, she owns the place and she keeps her head above water, so on paper she’s in a better position than most. But I can make one or two moves and that head above water thing is going to be a lot more difficult.
If.
The urge is strong and I’m not proud of it, because the urge feels a lot like running away, which is something I don’t do.
My plan is best, and I’m going to move things along. All of them.
With that in my head, I close my eyes and let myself drift.
“Boss?”
I pour my third cup of coffee that morning. It’s seven a.m and I’ve had maybe two hours sleep, and Georgio’s voice isn’t my favorite thing to hear with that little sleep and this early.
“No.”
He sighs. “You pay me for my opinion.”
“I pay you to obey.”
“And for my opinion.” He sounds a little wounded. “And I think this means it’s prime moving time.”
I take a sip of the coffee. “It’ll save us a few hundred thousand. We stick to the plan. Just deal with the riff raff hanging about. Properly.”
Lichtenfeld will give up with the right pressure, so I’m not worried on that front. What does disturb me, is the, er, illegal information on Zoey’s bank account Georgio handed me.
For some reason, it’s more depleted than it should be. And she’s paid up everything on the place. Ahead of time.
