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Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

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“I’m incredibly jealous,” he said. “I didn’t realize he’s so good. I was hoping he was just a lot of hot air.”

“He is talented,” I said. “He’s really big in South Africa, from what Claire said. He has shows all over the world so he’s famous in the art community.”

“Well, I hope you put it in your studio. I don’t want it in our apartment in any prominent place because it’ll make me jealous every time I see it.”

I laughed at him and watched as he went to the bar to get us fresh drinks. While he was there, I thought about the art safari and the disastrous evening that Sefton tried to kiss me and Claire found us alone in the tent. It felt like a betrayal, when he hit on me like that. I had finally imagined he saw me as more than just a young woman to hit on – that he actually saw me as a fellow artist – and his attempt to make a pass threw all that in the trash. I hated it.

Yes, I wanted him to respect me as a fellow artist, but that was all.

We returned to the living room and I glanced around the room. We still hadn’t spoken with Sam, which was a relief. She spent her time talking to Camille or Claire or Michael and didn’t seem to circulate much. I felt as if she was waiting for us to go to her, but Drake didn’t seem interested in seeking her out.

We were talking to one of Drake’s fellow faculty members about the food in Nairobi when Drake turned to me and made a comment about how delicious the canapés were. Made from a local recipe with spices native to the area, they were tasty bits of fish with a spicy sauce on a puffed pastry.

He caught my eye and licked his bottom lip slowly and suggestively.

I realized that it was ‘the signal’ and felt a surge of desire flood through me, for I had forgotten all about Drake’s plans for me, caught up as I was in the discussion of local cuisine.

I took in a deep breath and turned to Drake. “If you’ll excuse me,” I said and squeezed his hand. “I need to freshen up.” I smiled at Drake’s colleague and left the two of them standing at the treat table.

I followed the hallway to the back of the house and the last bedroom, which looked like a girl’s bedroom. Pink with a frilly canopy bed and white French Provincial furniture, it looked like something I would have liked when I was twelve.

I went inside and walked around, checking out the pictures on the wall and the books on the shelf. Young adult books about vampires, witches and other supernatural creatures.

The door opened and I turned, my heart in my throat. It was Drake, a look of mischief in his eyes.

“Ms. Bennet, what are you doing back here?”

“Master D, I seem to recall an order to go on your signal. I took you licking your lips as the signal. Was I wrong?”

He chuckled and closed the door behind him. “No, you were absolutely right.”

He came over and motioned to the bed. “Now lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide. I’m going to eat you until you come.”

I heard some voices from the living room – loud laughter – and felt a thrill of fear.

“I’m not so sure about this,” I said and swallowed hard.

“Shh,” Drake said and pushed me back so that I fell onto the bed. He pushed up the skirt of my dress and wrenched down my panties. “Spread.” When I did, he smiled carnally and knelt down at my feet. “Put your leg over my shoulder.”

I heard another loud laugh from the living room and closed my thighs. “Drake…”

“Katherine,” Drake said admonishingly. “Do I have to discipline you?”

I took in a deep breath. “Sorry, Master,” I said. I lifted a leg and placed it over Drake’s shoulder. He leaned in and spread me wide, then ran his tongue all around me, lapping at my folds without actually touching my exposed clit.

It drove me wild with lust and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. When he finally stroked his tongue over my clit, I shuddered, my thighs closing around his head. I raked my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes in pleasure.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

“You like that, Ms. Bennet?”

I bit my lip again. “You know it.”

I kept watch on the door, torn between the delirious sensations Drake was eliciting with his tongue and his fingers, and the door, praying that it didn’t open to admit anyone.

What would I do if Michael walked in?

I knew that my worry was distracting me from what Drake was doing, so I shut everything off, and focused on the sensations, keeping my eyes on Drake as he licked me and slipped his fingers inside of me. The sooner I came, the better.



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