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  She turns her back to me and unclasps her bra with her delicate fingers. Then continuing to torture me, she takes one hand and eases a strap down. Then repeats the same slow process on the other side. With her back to me, I’m about to throw these fucking coins aside, but she turns around right before I give in to my desperation.

  Facing me, she holds the bra up over her breasts. With a little movement, she releases her fingers, the bra falls to the ground, and her breasts are free finally. I raise my head as if her exposed breasts are magnets, pulling at me.

  “Be careful.” She wags her finger seductively. “It’d be a shame to start over.”

  I behave like a good boy and stay still. I glance from her eyes to her breasts. I tighten my fingers around the coins as my hands ache to move and touch her. From the smile I see on her lips, I believe she’s enjoying my struggle. I can’t speak and beg for mercy, knowing that if I do I’ll face a penalty, so I let my eyes do the begging.

  She brings her fingers to my face and traces them across my lips. “Would you like a little taste? I don’t want to be too cruel.”

  I lick my lips in answer, and fuck yes if she doesn’t lean over and place a taut, hard nipple against them. I waste no time and suck her into my mouth, twirling and flicking with my tongue. Even grazing her slightly with my teeth. The whole time I’m reveling in tasting her, I’m also trying to keep those damn coins between my fingers. I don’t think I’ve ever multitasked like this during sex before. But fuck, it’s worth every ounce of work.

  “I believe in equal rights,” she says while bringing her other nipple to my lips.

  I attack it, too, since I’ve always believed in equality for women. I’m looking up into her eyes as I tongue and tease her. The intensity we share makes me almost willing to release the coins and grab hold of her. I want this woman desperately.

  She pulls away and I release a slight moan of agony, which produces a wicked smile from her. She’s relishing my discomfort, damn her.

  “Now, it’s time I attend to you.” She slips the black silk ribbon from around her neck. One loose end ripples onto the floor. She brings her hand high over my legs and lets the end of the ribbon lightly touch my skin. I can barely feel it as she makes a path up my leg to my needy dick. The lonely thing twitches in response, and I push my hips forward without thinking. My side flares up with a sharp pain, protesting my sudden movement. I become still again, deciding to refocus on my fists as a way of channeling this sexual intensity I’m feeling. It’s almost making me come unglued.

  “Now for the fun part of this little game.” She begins to loosely wrap the ribbon around my cock. It’s not her hand, but I’ll take any attention I can get at this point. She appears to be moving her hips to some hidden beat as she’s twisting the black silk around me. I’m mesmerized as the tits I just tasted move and sway with her. I’m lost in sensation overload and mentally curse these damn coins.

  Finally, there is no more ribbon left to twirl around me and only the head of my cock shows. I’m wrapped in silk. I swallow hard as she closes her hands around my ribbon-covered hardness.

  She crawls onto the bed and straddles my legs, positioning herself over my knees. Her head is perfectly placed just inches above my cock. She lowers her head, and when she’s only a tongue swipe away from the tip of my dick, she stops and eyes the coins.

  “How you holding up?” She searches my face, likely seeing my misery and need for relief. “Such a patient boy.”

  With our eyes locked on one another I feel one of her hands moving up and down my silk-covered cock. My eyes roll back into my head and I moan. Her hand stills when I do. I mouth sorry, hoping she’ll continue, and thank fuck she does.

  When I barely thrust my hips upward to work with her motions, I fear she’s going to stop but she has mercy and lets me slide again. Thankfully. Still moving her hand, she bends and licks the tip of my dick and I wince. This time I let out a moan of pain.

  “Too sudden?” she asks and I nod. I love her hands on me but would rather have her mouth around me. As if granting my dying wish, she pulls the ribbon away, wraps her luscious lips around my cock, and sucks me fully into her mouth.

  My fingers shake as I try to keep the goddamned coins from falling. I’d like nothing more than to hold her head and hair as she works me. But I can’t risk her stopping. I really might die if she does.

  Up and down she goes while I grip the coins tucked into my fingers tightly, praying she doesn’t stop. That’s all I can think right now. She’s added her hand, and I feel something inside my gut tighten and the pain around my stitches adds to the intensity. Pleasure and pain.

  I don’t want her to stop. The sensations are like nothing I’ve ever felt before as my release builds within me and fights against my muscles that are strung as tight as a drum. It’s as if she’s killing me sweetly before I erupt.

  When I’m on the verge of exploding in release, she pulls away, and I look at her with beggar’s eyes, silently asking her to continue. But she doesn’t and goes back to licking my dick slowly up and down while the release I was chasing subsides.

  Over and over we waltz through this maddening dance toward my climax only to have her back off. I can’t hold the coins much longer, my fists are shaking and my control is slipping, but miraculously the coins remain secured.

  As she makes love to my cock, she peers up at me with her sex-filled eyes. Kathryn exposes and controls me with just one look, making me totally hers. Body and soul. It’s an erotic sight as her lips and hand slide up and down my length. I get lost in the feeling until she begins to slow down…again.

  Unable to speak, again I plead for mercy with my eyes. Thankfully she has pity on me and accelerates her movements. I feel my release beginning to churn in my groin. Her attention to my cock escalates as her hot mouth continues to devour and suck me relentlessly.

  When my release hits me, I arch my back, pushing my cock deeper into Kathryn’s throat. I break my silence and shout at the top of my lungs. All my senses are on overdrive. For me, it’s an earth-shattering feeling, like a bomb being detonated. It feels like waves of heat are rippling through me from head to toe. My entire body is on fire as my cock continues to spasm in her mouth, but Kathryn works me even harder.

  A part of me wants to pull her mouth off my dick, but the other wants to demand she keep going so the pleasure never ends.

  The coins dropped onto the bed while I was coming, the thought of them and keeping a tight fist long forgotten.

  “Oh. My. God.” The words float one by one through my brain. Seriously, I have no idea what the hell just happened. Last week’s intense release felt as if my chest was exploding when I came, but this time, I felt it through my entire body. From my fists to the soles of my feet. Maybe it was the fact that every muscle in my body was tensed as I held on to the coins. I have no clue, and who the fuck cares.

  I’m out of breath and strength. It’s as if she sucked it all out of me. Laboriously, I bring my hands to her head as she releases me and wipes the corner of her mouth. I can’t help but appreciate the satisfied grin on her face. All the meaningless fucks I’ve had fade to nothing more than empty memories as my whole body is taken prisoner by this woman.

  “Good God.” She raises up on her knees, looking down at me with her bare breasts just out of my reach. Her pussy is so wet through her lacy panties and I know we’re not done by a long shot. “Beautiful, I felt that everywhere.”

  “You’re an easy Tantra lay.” She kids with a wicked smile. “Usually it takes a while to have a full-body orgasm like you did.”

  “It was full of something, all right. I’m still coming down. The coin game worked like magic.” She lifts herself carefully off my body, and I know what I want to do now. It’s time to reciprocate.

  “Take off your panties, babe.” I love the flash of excitement in her eyes as she removes them.

  “I want to have that sweet pussy of yours in my mouth. Move up toward my head and straddle my face. Tongue m
ovement will not hurt my side one damn bit.”

  “Yes, sir.” She scoots up and places her legs on either side of my face. They’re high up and nowhere near my injury. I run my hands up her inner thighs and find her wet and swollen.

  “Hold on to the headboard if you’d like.” I watch her hands rise to her breasts and not the headboard.

  “I’d rather play with these.” She tugs at her nipples.

  When I see Kathryn playing with her tits, my cock springs back to life. She’s a fucking goddess with her hair around her breasts as she pinches and rolls her nipples. Her pale skin is luminous in the muted light and her curvy hips make me want to grab on and hold tight. Damn, I’m ready to devour her.

  “Lower yourself, beautiful.”

  She eases herself down as I use my fingers to open her up to me. I find her clit, then wrap my left arm around her hip, keeping her in place.

  I pull her toward my tongue, and the instant I make contact, I begin to make love to her. Flicking, sucking, and twirling. Watching her above me for signs of what she likes. Sucking seems be her favorite.

  She must be getting close as she’s now holding on to the headboard and gyrating her hips against my face. Since she has support, I bring my left hand to her pussy and let my fingers explore, enter, and twist to find that one sweet spot. When I hit it, she moans with pleasure.

  “God, Adam!” she cries out as the telltale signs of her orgasm show when her legs begin to shake. She gazes down at me, her eyes wild with scorching desire. I’m hard as shit knowing she’s about to come on my tongue. Fucking stitches or I’d be fucking her, buried deep within hot heat.

  “So close.” She drags out the words in a moan.

  She gets off a few seconds later when she throws her head back and brings the palms of her hands to her breast. My girl knows what she wants.

  She arches back and pushes harder against my lips. I return her movement with a slight nip of my teeth, and her screams of pleasure follow.

  As she comes back to earth and her legs stop shaking, she raises off me. This time I’m the one with the satisfied smile. I’ve made that sweet pussy mine.

  Chapter 5

  After having the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, Kathryn and I collapse into each other’s arms. She curls into my good side and rests her head on my shoulder. With a tender touch, I caress the soft skin on her hip as she drifts off to sleep. Her light, rhythmic breathing tickles my chest as she exhales from her parted lips.

  I tried to nod off, too, but my mind won’t shut down. I replay the day’s events along with their possible outcomes over and over. The potential fallout in the press could really hit my company’s stock. The old adage that “any press is good press” doesn’t apply to Wall Street. Bad press is just that—bad.

  My phone sits on the nightstand next to me. There are a million messages, texts, and missed calls I can no longer ignore. I slip away from the sleeping beauty tucked into my side, careful to not wake her up, and pull the sheets over her body to keep her warm. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my messages.

  It’s worse than I thought. Tom, Patrick, and Meg are all proceeding at DEFCON 5. I’d rather return to bed with Kathryn, but I pick up my boxers, slide them on, and head to the master bath. My phone chimes with a new email. It’s Meg; she’s received word from The Wall Street Journal that the Securities and Exchange Commission plans to order an investigation after reported irregularities on Kings Capital stock.

  It’s becoming clear that a meeting tomorrow morning in my office with my senior executives is a top priority. We must plot a defense strategy and have a unified front for the media attacks that Kings will face. I quickly type out an email to Tom, Patrick, Meg, and our lead attorney, Ken.

  After I answer a few more emails, I take a quick shower, dress in clean clothes, and return to the bedroom. Kathryn is still sleeping, her face so peaceful and beautiful. I don’t want to wake her yet, but the dip of the bed as I sit down causes her to stir. Soon our time away from the world will be over, and we’ll have to face the morning’s events. The detectives are due here in about an hour, so it’s time for her to get up from the warmth of my bed.

  I brush the hair from her face as her eyes flutter open. “Hey, beautiful.”

  My words are met with a slow, sexy smile that unfurls my desire to take those sweet lips again, if only we had the time.

  “How long have I been asleep?” She stretches on the bed and I bite my lip to hold back a groan as her perfect tits peek out from under the covers.

  “A little over an hour, I think.” I touch the soft round side of her breast, as I’m unable to keep my fingers away. “But the detectives will be here soon, so you better get up.”

  She pulls the covers over her head in a huff. When I yank them back down, I’m greeted with a mischievous smile and an exploring hand on my thigh. It appears the nap has reenergized Kathryn. Lucky me.

  ~

  Kathryn and I sit on a leather couch in the wood-paneled office of my apartment. The room gives off a rich appearance and makes a statement of authority. It’s the only place I would meet the detectives in my home. My attorney, Ken MacDonald, and Peters are to my left, sitting in club chairs, and appear prepared for the detectives’ arrival. Due to the short notice of the interview, Ken has agreed to represent Kathryn. He felt that Marcus Rhodes, the criminal defense attorney who met with them yesterday, wasn’t needed for this interview. One thing is for sure this time, the questioning will not be conducted at the expense of my dignity.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Kingsley.” We all turn to see Rosa standing at the open door. “Detectives Baker and Simpson are here, sir.”

  Rosa stands to the side, and the detective duo from yesterday appears from behind her. We’ll see if their attitudes toward me have changed.

  As planned, Ken walks to the door and greets them. Kathryn and I stay seated, keeping our distance. After all, this isn’t a fucking social call.

  “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Ken MacDonald.” Ken gestures for them to enter.

  “Good afternoon,” replies Baker as he shakes MacDonald’s hand. “Baker, and my partner, Simpson. Can’t say it’s good to see you again, though.”

  “Definitely not under the circumstances. This is obviously a difficult time for my clients as they’ve had an intense day.”

  “Your clients?” Baker furrows his brow.

  “Yes, I’m representing both Kathryn Delcour and Adam Kingsley today.”

  “Got it.” Baker’s response is quick and curt.

  The detectives stand in front of Kathryn and me. I should welcome them into my home, but I don’t. Instead, I rest my hand on Kathryn’s leg at the same time she moves to greet them. She side-eyes me in question before easing back into the couch. The intimate act with my hand doesn’t go unnoticed. Baker shares a look with his partner. I’m pissed that they could have leaked the love triangle bullshit to the media, so I remain distant. I don’t trust them one fucking bit.

  “Good afternoon,” I say in a frosty tone, reluctantly offering my hand to Baker and Simpson. I’m being explicitly rude by not standing, but I don’t care. I give both men a very firm handshake.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Kingsley.” Baker lets go of my hand and turns his attention to Kathryn. “Dr. Delcour, right?”

  “Yes.” Kathryn offers her hand to the two men in greeting.

  The men’s dour faces turn to polite smiles as both Baker and Simpson shake Kathryn’s hand. Fucking Simpson acts as if he's going to bend down and kiss her knuckles. If he doesn't back off, he’s going to meet mine. I don’t recognize this jealousy. It’s foreign to me because I’ve never known a woman I wanted to possess and own, ever.

  “It’s my pleasure, Dr. Delcour.” Baker’s gaze runs up Kathryn’s long, crossed legs. It doesn’t take much imagination to know what he’s thinking about. Fucking slimeball.

  “Let’s get down to it. Gentleman, please take a seat.” MacDonald points the detectives to a couple of chairs across from us. �
��First, I’d like to discuss the likelihood that your office leaked the motive for Simon Edward’s mental breakdown and alleged shooting of my client.”

  “Pardon me?” Baker scoffs. “I’m not following you. Leaks?” Baker and Simpson’s confusion is apparent as their jaws become unhinged. I’m watching Baker carefully for any cracks in his armor, any slip he can’t conceal.

  “Yes, the media is reporting the previous and brief relationship Mr. Kingsley had with Marta Llewellyn, Mr. Edwards's ex-fiancée. And I can assure you the leak didn’t come from Mr. Kingsley or Kings Capital,” Ken finishes and waits for either detective to speak. I continue to scrutinize Baker’s face, but don’t see anything resembling guilt in his expression.

  “We didn’t leak this with the media. Details will eventually come out in the press when the final report is filed, of course. Nothing can stop that unless a judge orders the documents sealed.”

  “So what guarantee do we have that what is discussed here today will not be leaked?” Ken’s question presses Baker for a direct answer.

  “I won’t sit here and be accused of leaking this information by an attorney for a big shot executive. I haven’t been promoted because of my loose tongue, just the opposite in fact.” Baker huffs, sitting back in his chair, and I have to concede he appears to be speaking the truth. If it wasn’t Baker or Simpson, then who leaked the affair to the news? Marta? Though that makes no sense at all since it casts her in a horrible light.

  “Gentlemen, let’s move on and get this interview rolling.” I try to steer the meeting back to the reason we’re gathered here.

  “Yes, I’m sure you have more important things to do, Mr. Kingsley,” Baker adds with a mocking smile as he glances at Kathryn. He’s trying to get under my skin for calling him on the carpet, but I’m not taking his shit today.

  “There’s no need for smartass comments, Baker. You are a guest in my home, and don’t you dare forget that.” The smug smile dissolves from his face.