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There was a video of Trevor walking stiffly in handcuffs between two policemen at the New York JFK airport. He had on a baseball hat and sunglasses. He also had two businessmen in suits walking behind him that may have been his lawyers.
A news crew called out, “Care to comment, Mr. Livingston?”
“There is nothing to share. It has all been a misunderstanding. I will be suing, and you can quote me on that.”
The screen filled with copies of the leaked text messages between Trevor and Landon that Paul and Gunnar had shown me. Then, the screen switched to two beautiful women behind the news desk.
“This is Alexis and Tricia with the latest news.” One of the women announced. “At the top of the hour, more news about the ongoing criminal cases against Landon Styles and his Sugar Cookie Dating website. Multi-millionaire Trevor Livingston is the latest arrest in the probe. But today, the defense had Nadia Sokol and Paul Crane under their microscope as the case catapults to trial. That’s right, the Paul Crane sat for an interview today.”
The screen was filled with images of Paul. Handsome. Talented. One picture was him holding an Oscar, and another of a cover of Vogue with the tagline: The Most Handsome Man We Don’t Know. It switched to a video of Paul and me walking into the law firm this morning.
I shrugged. At least I look good. I dropped my fork. Hold on. Paul gave an interview today?
Then I remembered the “meeting” that the lawyer Ian had mentioned at the firm. Why didn’t Paul tell me? Of course, I knew why; he didn’t want me to worry about him and lose focus on what I had to do.
“It has been a wild case since the start,” the anchor said. “The bombshell news keeps breaking, and some of what leaked today will break your heart. Paul Crane describes what happened that night on the boat as, ‘The worst day of his life since his wife died.’ It was revealed that he was trying to conceive and was searching for a surrogate to carry his child. That makes Nadia Sokol’s miscarriage hit closer to home for the mysterious bachelor. Alexis?”
“Yes, Tricia. I’m surprised, as is everyone else, that Paul Crane sought a surrogate. Paul Crane had been to the same clinic Nadia Sokol applied to become one. But we must also remind the audience that Nadia had a profile on the infamous sugar daddy website, Lollipop. She was also allegedly drugged by her roommate at a party and had to be rushed to a clinic. Her profile was deleted after that.”
How did they find out about the drugging at the Lollipop mixer? Oh yeah. Gunnar said something about the social team leaking information to help me.
“I would quit, too, if that happened to me, Alexis.”
“Me, too, Tricia. I mean, whoa. Nadia’s life reads like a tragedy.” She held up a piece of paper. “Her mother, Nora Winkley, a.k.a. Celeste Ebbings, who was sixteen at the time of Nadia’s birth, gave her up, and rockstar Justus Black, that was revealed to be her father, had nothing to do with her. Her adopted mother has been downsized out of a career as a nurse, and her adopted father may die of cancer. I think we all could relate to her desperation for money.”
“We can, Alexis. It was reported that she broke down in tears at her deposition when showed—”
I turned the television off. My stomach lurched, and I covered my mouth. How dare they pick over my life? Would I ever be able to return to obscurity, or would the bad things in my life always come first? Or Paul?
Paul. He sacrificed his personal privacy, too. The world now knew that a powerful man like him didn’t have everything. That knowledge left him vulnerable and open for more personal questions and inquiry, not that Paul would disclose more. But it was his private life, and his willingness to help me touched me immensely.
And it wasn’t the sum. What they had was just a part. But did it matter right now? I was on a private plane with a plush bed and heading off to an exciting destination. I had what I most wanted, Paul. Almost. I could hear Mom’s voice in my head. Why won’t he marry you? Still, Paul loved me, and there was no doubt about that.
I finished eating and sank into the soft mattress. Mmm. I closed my eyes and drifted asleep.
Mmm. Paul.
Paul’s hand smoothed my hair above my neck, pressing on my shoulder in a soft caress. My back arched closer, and I rasped, “Paul.”
“Mmm, Nadia.” He nuzzled in, his nose brushing along my neck. His inhale was a sensual hum, calling my body to his, and it answered with a jolt, awake with need. His skin was hot, and the stiff muscles on his body were flush against my back.
I arched my hips to press his erection against my ass and let out a moan. “Oh, my love.”
My pussy was wet, and he went down between my thighs to make it wetter. He took a long lick, and his eyelids lowered as if he savored the taste of me. He traced his tongue over the opening, then tunneled it in. “Oh, Paul. That feels so good.” Light teases of his tongue licked my clit to aching, making me hotter, eager. But not to come. I lifted and moved my hips in a shameless plead for more as he lapped my clit, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Ohh…ohh, yes.”
“Mmm.” He pushed in two fingers, licking and sucking.
“Don’t come,” he warned. But how could I not? My thighs shook as I fought against the delicious strokes of his tongue and fingers moving in and out of me, making me swell and ache.
“Please, please, Paul,” I pleaded breathlessly.
“You want to come, you come on my cock.” He mercifully moved back up behind me. “Mmm, you want to get fucked?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and he pressed his cock hard between my ass cheeks. He hitched my leg over his muscular thigh to get more access. His cock slid through my hot arousal, and my inner walls clenched empty, needing him to fill me. He moved my hand and kneaded my breasts, squeezing a nipple as he sucked on my neck. I bit my lip and pushed back as he moved his hips to slide his cock against the swollen lips of my sex, stroking my throbbing clit. “Please…please, Paul.”
He pushed inside me. He felt bigger and went fuller at this angle, and I relished the soreness that would stay with me. I gripped the sheets and his thigh as I moaned, riding that edge of pain and pleasure as it spread through me with each glide of his slow, rhythmic thrusts. “You give it to me hot, baby.” He ran his tongue back and forth against my neck, just like when he licked my pussy. And with the glides of his cock, wave upon wave of pleasure flooded me. My breathing was a hot pant. “Mmm. You make me weak,” he groaned in reverence. His cock stroking inside me, deep and pulsing.
My body vibrated with pleasure and clenched around his long, thick cock. “Ohh, yes.” His fingers dug into my hips, and he sank inside me to the root. I could feel his balls against my ass, and it made me even hotter. “Ohh. Ohh, my God.” He glided in and out in sensual ease. His hand clasped hard on my leg, the sound of our pleasure filling the space.
