You’re so smooth and sexy, Eden. Totally worth a 100k.
Two minutes of embarrassment passed.
Finally, I walked over to him, unsteady on my feet.
As I approached, he uncrossed his legs and spread his thighs apart, showing me his hard cock and how it pressed through his pants.
I had never met a man who was so blatant and comfortable of his sexuality. I loved every bit of his confidence.
I came near the sofa and stopped.
He looked up at me and placed one hand on the cushion beside him. “Please, sit.”
I did.
“You are beyond talented.” Jean-Pierre lifted one arm and curled it around my shoulders. “I can listen to you play for the rest of my life and be satisfied with my existence.”
I turned to him.
He moved his thumb back and forth along my shoulder.
I relaxed under the subtle caress.
“How wet is your pussy right now?”
Taking Leo’s advice, I made sure to look confidently in his eyes. “Maybe you should check.”
He chuckled. It was the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded even more beautiful than his accent.
And then he moved his hand in his pocket.
The toy buzzed.
I let my head fall back and moaned, “Fuck.”
It vibrated with steady power. My pussy was already sensitive from his teasing while I played. On the couch, I squirmed against him.
He pulled me closer to him and brushed his lips along the curve of my neck. “Come for me, Eden.”
I rocked my hips and smoothed my body against his, riding the vibrator against my clit. Red tulle swarmed all around us as he tried to find the hem.
“Damn this dress. I’m going to tear it off.” He groaned and devoured my lips. And I couldn’t take it anymore. It all felt too good. Perfect. Sensually overwhelming.
“Oh, fuck me,” I whimpered.
Fabric tore.
Still his hands never reached their destination.
The toy drummed between my thighs. Erotic buzzing. My body melted into liquid pleasure.
And as soon as his hand slipped between my thighs, I closed my eyes. “Thank God.”
The toy shut off.
I opened my eyes right as he tossed it across the room.
He lowered on the floor. My dress tore next. Bits of tulle scattered here and there.
And then his mouth was on my pussy.
It was just one little kiss on my clit by his lips. Akin to the prince’s kiss to wake up Sleeping Beauty©. As soon as his lips touched me, my body spasmed into orgasm.
“Oh!” I came hard, arching my back and curling my toes inside my shoes. The orgasm rose on waves of pleasure.
“Oh!”
“Enfin, tu es dans mes mains.” Then he lifted me up and carried me off in a different direction from the bedroom I’d slept in last night.
Chapter 18
The Russians
Three years ago.
Jean-Pierre
The sun set as my limo drove me to Eden’s apartment.
My phone beeped, signaling a text.
I checked the screen.
Rafael: Giorgio tells me that we’ve bought a symphony.
Jean-Pierre: It’s a smart purchase for ones looking for our type of laundry.
Rafael: And the violin?
Jean-Pierre: With the violinist.
Rafael: Yet, we’re still leaving?
Jean-Pierre: Yes.
Rafael: We’re done?
Jean-Pierre: For now.
Rafael: I’ll take it.
Every day he asked where the violin was. Every day, I gave him the same answer. Two weeks had passed. He could’ve gone back to France by himself. Instead, he remained behind to babysit me.
I switched the screen back to the tracker on Eden.
She’s home.
Things had gotten difficult since we’d broken into her apartment. The next day, Russians hung around the space.
Louis drove me by her apartment.
“See.” Louis nodded at the black van parked outside. “That’s them.”
“Who called them?”
“I don’t know.”
“Drive back around.”
He did. I got a better look at the driver. Tattoos covered his neck. They had a faded gray tint, unlike a typical one.
“They’re Russian.”
Louis cursed. “I thought so.”
“Bratva.”
“Yeah.”
“Why did they show up?”
“Someone knew we broke into her place. Did you check for cameras?”
“I did a basic sweep, assuming it would be typical apartment security.”
“Never assume.”
Louis drove us back to the Red Light District. “Someone had cameras in there, but who?”
“Stay here and find out.”
“I’m not going back with you?”
“No.”
“Okay. Well, she had no idea. There’s a tracker on her phone and we’re listening in. She’s only talked about the performance and practicing. She mentioned to her Dad that she was alone and thinking about getting a pet.”
“What type?” I asked.
“Cat.”
“Color?”
“Don’t remember.” Louis pressed the button to lower his window, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. “I was more worried about the Bratva.”
“Does Eden have a link to them?”
“I don’t see one yet.”
“Keep checking. It could be through her family.”
“It’s a small one. Mother died from cancer two years back. Father recently moved out of state.”
“Anyone else?”
“She calls an aunt a lot. I’ll look into it.”
“Good. When you find out something, let me know immediately.”
“Until then, have everyone stay away from her apartment. The Bratva doesn’t know that we’re tracking Eden. Keep it that way. Let them think that we’re gone.”