Priceless

“I don’t even have my purse or my phone with me, Ivan. I’m sure that doesn’t look too smooth if anyone figures it out.”

“If you know his number, you can call your friend and speak to him in person, so he won’t worry about you. Explain to him how my offer of so many priceless works of art was more than you could resist. That you were impulsive after a few drinks and dancing.”

“But all of my clothes and my phone…we just left there with nothing.”

“Tell him I’m having your things delivered to Donadea from Hallborough and will take you directly to London when we have to go back.”

“You will?”

“Of course. I left my things there as well, and I’ll speak with Hannah and ask her to pack it up for us. She’ll do it no question. She is the absolute best, and she knows how to keep silent. You’ll have no gossip worries coming from my cousin.”

I could tell her cogs were spinning, puzzling out my suggestions and on the verge of agreeing, so I pushed her a little bit more.

“Is there anything back at Hallborough you’d rather have than this?”

I didn’t give her chance to answer my question, though. I just lowered my head and backed up enough to get my mouth over one of her tits, and started sucking.

She settled exactly into the pull and push of my lips and tongue, letting me go to work on her, entrusting her pleasure to me.

I loved how she melted in my arms when I touched her, became soft and wanton. It drove me to madness, to a point where I didn’t ponder much at all beyond making her come again.

Giving an orgasm to Gabrielle had become my new favorite fucking job.

I asked her again. “Is there anything back there you’d rather be doing, Gabrielle?”

I slid my fingers under the lace of her knickers and impaled two of them up into her soaked pussy.

“Nooooo,” she cried on a shuddering moan, her knees buckling a bit as I starting stroking my fingers in and out of her tight heat.

“Good gorgeous girl,” I said, winding her tighter and tighter with each slide of my fingers matched against the sucking pulls of my mouth on her tits. I had her pinned up against the shower wall, quivering and shaking under me as I worked her out, taking from her what I demanded she give up. I knew I couldn’t stop, nor would I stop, until she was blissfully pleasured and drooping in my arms.

Then, and only then, I’d carry her back up to my bedroom and fuck us both to sleep. Wake up after a while and maybe fuck some more if we wanted to. Lowell had seen to the condoms being delivered as I’d asked. I had everything I needed to convince Gabrielle to stay with me a bit longer.

And convince her I would.

SO I went from living in a sexual desert to a banging rainforest of jungle-love in the matter of about twelve hours. How in the hell did that happen? Ivan happened, that’s how.

After the shower conversation with Ivan, I don’t remember much except being carried up the big stairs at some point. I’d been utterly lost to the sensation of total erotic bliss at his hands, and mouth, and his cock that I didn’t really care about the particulars. It all felt too damn good.

He was an amazing lover.

Ben was going to be relentless grilling me about what I’d been doing with Ivan. Ben! “Shit, I never phoned Benny!” I leaped out of bed, grabbing the first thing I could put in my hand around. The vintage smoking jacket. The elegance of the thing made me feel like a rich man’s mistress from an old black and white movie, which was kind of true, and strange both at the same time.

Ivan cocked open an eye and surveyed me from head to toe, completely at ease with his own lack of coverings, totally nude with his arm stretched out toward me, seemingly unconcerned by my current panic. He must be used to them by now. It wasn’t the first since we been spending time together.

“He’s probably left me fifty messages and texts by now—”

“—Gabrielle.”

“—and Filan, my God, she’s likely to be right in the thick of the speculation—”

“—Gabrielle! I phoned Hannah earlier while you were sleeping.” His voice had an edge to it which commanded respect, silencing my panicked rant immediately.

“You did?”

He nodded slowly. “Talked to her and explained everything about packing up our things and also asked her to let Clarkson know where you are. All taken care of. We might even have everything delivered by morning. My assistant will get it all organized for us right away.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to process all that Ivan had done so we could have this weekend together. “You must really want me to stay here, if you went to all that trouble,” I said quietly.