Her soft words also sent me tumbling over the edge.
“Yes you are, baby. Come. Now. Come all over me!”
I watched her go and follow my command like an expert. She squeezed and cried and gripped and shuddered.
“Ohhhhhh, Ethaaaaan! Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Coming on command. That’s my girl, who does it when I tell her to. I’m such a lucky, lucky bastard.
I loved every part of watching her. Of feeling her pleasure. And when I felt myself start to go off, I slammed her down one final time while I thrust up in her as far as I could get and let it fly.
The hot flood of sperm jetted out and into her depths. I felt every spurt in sharp bursts and rode the wave of pleasure in a fucking daze, barely conscious of where my hands were gripping anymore or of what my body was doing. I got to look into her beautiful eyes though.
Sometime later—I have no idea how long, she stirred on my chest and lifted her head. Her eyes glowed in the dark and she smiled at me.
“What was that?”
“A really awesome middle of the night shag?” she quipped.
I chuckled. “A really fucking amazing middle of the night shag.”
I kissed her lips and held her head until I was ready to let her go. I’m possessive like that after we have sex. I don’t like to leave right away, and since she was on top of me, I didn’t have to worry about crushing her and could stay a bit longer.
I thrust up deep again and made her moan a luxurious so
und against my lips.
“You want more?” she asked in a voice mixed with content and surprise.
“Only if you do,” I said. “I’ll never turn you down and I like it when you jump me, but I thought you were having your period—”
“No. Not like that for me because of the pills I take. It’s barely anything, a day maybe, if that…sometimes I don’t even have one…” She started kissing over my chest and grazed a nipple with her teeth.
Christ, it felt so good. Her attentions jolted me right back into the moment and a healthy desire for round two.
“I think you’re going to kill me, woman…in a really nice fucking way,” I managed to say, but it was the last thing either of us spoke for a while. My Medusa had just turned into Aphrodite worshipping at the altar of Eros. My luck apparently knew no bounds.
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“The US papers,” Frances said, setting the stack on my desk. “There’s an interesting article on members of Congress with children in active military service in the Los Angeles Times. Guess who they interviewed?”
“He must be one of the very few. Oakley will milk it for everything he can. Thanks for these.” I tapped the stack of papers. “What about the other thing?”
Frances looked very pleased with herself. “Picking it up when I go out to get lunch. Mr. Morris said it restored beautifully after so many years in the vault.”
“Thank you for seeing to that for me.” Frances was a gem of an assistant. She ran my company office like a tight ship. I might organize the security, but that woman kept my business sorted and I didn’t underestimate her worth for an instant.
“She’s going to love it.” Frances hesitated at the door. “And did you still want me to clear your schedule for Monday?”
“Yes, please. The Mallerton thing tonight and then we leave in the morning for Somerset. We’ll drive back Monday evening.”
“I’ll see to it. Should be no problem.”
I picked up the Los Angeles Times as Frances left and looked up the article from the senator. I wanted to be sick. The slippery serpent failed to mention how his precious son was stop-lossed just recently, but that was no surprise. I wondered what the son really thought of the father. I could only imagine the dysfunction in that family, and it wasn’t a bit nice.
I set the paper back on the stack and as I did, the movement caused something to peek out below it. An envelope. The thing had been set between the stack of papers. That in itself was odd, but the words on the envelope…FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION…and that it had my name underneath, got my heart pounding.
“Frances, who handed you the US papers this morning?” I bellowed on intercom.