Hearing him say that makes me instantly fear for Sophie’s safety, makes me want to protect her more ever.
“Matt Moore,” Partridge says slowly. “Don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Ever work with him?” Partridge asks.
I shake my head silently, I haven’t.
“Alright, well. I’ll see you when I’m lookin’ at ya,” Partridge adds, and hangs up, leaving me to pace the room and rush over to the window every time I think I hear something. Knowing I can’t, being so high up in a bulletproof box.
Ah, Sophie. I promise I won’t let you run away again. I promise it’ll be different from now on.
Try as I might, I can’t help the motion of my dick as I replay what happened earlier over and over.
The thought of her coming back now making me harder than before.
This is ridiculous, she must be half my age. Maybe she ran because she doesn’t go for older guys?
Maybe she ran because you scared her, what the fuck was all that about, beating off in front of her like that? So much for being the gentleman.
And so it goes on, my mind is like a snake, wrapping around itself. Twisting and grappling with what I think, what I tell myself I know, and what I feel deep in my heart that I absolutely want.
What I need.
Regardless of how I look at things, there’s only one common thread, one word that keeps bubbling up to the surface. Sophie.
Sophie Moore.
The girl I know I’ll make my woman, and soon.
If only she’ll tell me that’s what she wants too.
It’s been hours now, the files I’ve pored over for days still stacked up, ignored.
I can’t bring myself to think about the De Falco’s or any other criminal family, only wonder how I can protect Sophie best. Wonder if Partridge is doing enough about that too.
Like he’s done such a stellar job in looking after me.
I guess I’m not dead either, yet.
The familiar sound of the door sees me wanting to spin around, to turn away from my work again, but I hear the other familiar sound of a certain voice, which glues me to the spot, facing away from the door.
Partridge.
“Well, here she is, Slade. You’ve got your wishes and I have to say I’m all out, so please don’t ask me for anything else? Not for a while at least, alright?”
I turn my head only, nodding to him, but I feel his eyes on mine once he notices how quickly they move to Sophie.
The sound I make is undeniable to anyone within what feels like a city block.
That animal sound, from deep inside me again.
“I got you some groceries too, don’t panic,” he adds, trying to make light of the deep, growling sound coming from inside me.
I can’t help it, once I have her in my sight again, I only want to go to her. To protect her.
To take her as my own.
I watch as Sophie flushes, Partridge urging her to go about her duties as she starts to unload some bags onto the kitchen counter before he shoos her away into the bedroom with new sheets and towels.
I can tell he wants a word with me, and I keep my body turned away from him if only to hide the new and intensely powerful arousal I feel at seeing Sophie again so soon.
It’s like I never let off any steam at all. Like I have a full tank again and there’s only one place I want it emptied next time.
“You can trust her, Slade. We picked her especially. I only wished you’d trust me so much,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“And that district attorney, supposedly working on the evidence I’ve supplied to make the whole case? Pfft!” I spit. I can’t help it.
“If the De Falco’s knew where you were, what you were doing? Don’t you think they would’ve tried something by now?” he asks, and I have to admit he’s right.
“I know you don’t like Daniella Fellini, you two never got along during those cases where you were the one who was getting those big families off scott free. What makes her so different now?” Partridge asks, coming closer, his eyes wide with a question he doesn’t need to ask me.
“She was bought. That’s the difference, now. It’s what I try to keep telling you all,” I murmur, shielding myself with the window, even more, still trying to keep my front hidden from him.
“How many times do I have to tell ya, Ben? Don’t stand by the windows,” he exclaims. “They can take a tank round, but why invite trouble?” he asks again, running his hands through his hair before fumbling for a cigarette.
“No smoking,” I remind him dryly, and he scowls, turning his own back to me before strutting out.
“You’re welcome!” he calls out loudly before slamming the door shut behind him.
A half minute later, I watch him, down in the street, one foot on the fender of the car he came in, puffing furiously before he looks up.
I wonder just how much he knows.
Just how much he knows I know before none of it matters I realize the sweetest moment I’ve had in days.
I’m alone in this place with Sophie again.
I don’t feel wary now that we’re alone. She’s seen me at my worst… or my best, whichever you’d choose it.
Going into the bedroom, I see her bent over again, fitting fresh sheets to the bed, jumping up with a start as she sees me in the mirror watching her.
Her eyes stray to my groin, and I shrug. But my eyes soften onto hers as I take a step forward.
“I’m sorry about before, Sophie. It was…”
“Too much?” she asks, biting her lip as her eyes stray down again, her lips twitching before she turns away busying herself with the bed again.
Our bed.
“I meant every word,” I tell her. “I know I’m probably twice your age, but this is what you do to me Sophie, and I know there’s something going on inside you too when you look at me,” I say, challenging her, hoping for a positive response.
“What makes you say that?” she asks, clutching a sheet closer to her chest, turning her body away from me like I did just now with Partridge like she’s hiding her own arousal from me.
But I can sense it from her, she’s trembling again, with the same excitement I saw in the bathroom hours ago.
“I just know,” I tell her sternly. “But I want you to know… I want you to know I’m real. Genuine. I want you, Sophie. I want you so bad. I need you,” I hear myself tell her, almost sounding like a confession.
“How could you possibly want me?” she asks. “Want this…” she murmurs, dropping the sheet and looking down at herself, feeling down on herself again.
I’m over to her in three steps, clutching her forearms with both hands, my face an inch from hers.
“Because I just do, Sophie. I want you, and I trust you. I need someone in this life and I just know you’re it. Tell me you don’t feel the same way and I promise I’ll never mention it again,” I demand.
She makes that small sound I’ve longed to hear again, and I move her closer to me, she looks away as if she has to think, but I know from the pounding of her heart in her chest against mine that I’ve told her the truth. That she feels the same way.
“Just better not be lying,” is all she can manage, my face moving closer to hers as I watch her sweet, sweet lips part for me. Ready for me to finally kiss her.
I groan involuntarily, feeling her breath so close I can taste it.
“Why didn’t you kiss me, before?” she asks huskily, her lower lip barely touching mine.
“Because when I do, I know I won’t be able to stop,” I tell her. “Not for a million years.”
Chapter Seven
Sophie
It’s all happened so quickly, but on the other hand, nowhere near as quickly as I’d like.
I can feel his mouth, hot and about to press against mine, when the snapping sound of the door’s electronic lock makes me jump, practically leaping a foot back from Ben.
“Ben?”
The Partridge’s voice almost echoes through the wh
ole place, I watch as Ben closes his eyes, grits his teeth, and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Hold that thought,” he whispers, leaning in before he takes a step back himself.
“In here, Partridge,” he drones, picking up a pillow, pretending to fluff it over his crotch.
“Ah, yeah. Me again,” the agent says, scratching at his ear. He glances at me, and Ben reminds him about what he said about trusting me.
Partridge nods. “I just wanted to say, I’ll be looking into the whole Fellini DA thing myself from now on. I think you’re on to something,” he says gripping the door frame before pulling back like he has somewhere else to be.
“How do you mean?” Ben asks, but the silence that follows as Partridge disappears as quickly as he came in, then the door closing again is all Ben needs to pick up where we both left off.
“He won’t be back, I promise,” he tells me, and before I can blink, I’m floating.
Ben Slade is actually kissing me.
The maid.
It’s just lips, to start with. Ben’s letting me feel his body against mine as I lean right into him, not sure if I’m even doing this right.
His low moans tell me I’m doing okay so far, but I hear something else, like whimpering.
It’s me.
His strong hands are on my chest and I don’t mind at all. I want him all over me. It’s like a floodgate has opened and I suddenly need his touch more than I need air.
My own hands are gripping his elbows, pulling his weight towards me, back towards the bed I know I was just thinking of having him take me on.
“Ben…” I start to tell him, but his firm fingers are between our lips.
“Just tell me yes,” he says gently, and I feel my head nodding so hard it hits his.
We both laugh softly and I try to say something again, but his lips are so hard on mine, taking me so far away I just can’t even think anymore.
“Tell me you want this, Sophie. Tell me you want me, as much as I need you right now,” he says, and I feel myself gasp, his strong hand between my breasts, hard against my heart which feels like it’s about to explode.
Along with something else.
“Oh, Ben! Of course, I want you… I want you here,” I rasp, gripping his other hand, stuffing it against my sodden mound, purring when I hear him growl with approval.
“I just-” I try again, but collapse into him once I feel his thick fingers starting to work through my panties, spreading my lips and making us both gasp once he releases my swollen clit from its throbbing hood under his gentle but firm touch.
The firmness of his bed matches his own as I lay back down on it. I’m not gonna run now, he wants me and he can have me.
It’s just-
“I wanna suck your pussy until you come on my face,” he murmurs, nibbling my ear as both his hands cup my chest, making me lift my shirt, showing him I have nothing on underneath.
“Tell me you want me to,” he says forcefully, slowly working his hands over my naked breasts, kneading my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as I feel my own reaching down for that huge fat dick of his.
“I want you to-” I whimper, “I really do.”
“I just-” But I can’t speak, the weight of his body on mine shifts down, lifting my skirt up and instantly plunging his whole mouth over my sodden entrance, making it twitch and quiver in a second, making it feel like I have to-
“Ben!” I gasp, feeling a shudder grip my whole body, but it relaxes once I feel his hair tangle in my hands, feeling his tongue starting to work its way into my warmth as his hands run their way up and down the inside of my thighs.
I’ve never felt anything like it. And the only thought that registers, if I could call it a thought, is why the hell didn’t I let him take me like this straight away?
I ran instead, almost blowing my only chance with this man.
Oh my god.
I’ve read about it, heard some girls talk about it, but within seconds under Ben’s commanding tongue and mouth I know he’s an expert in his field.
My hips suddenly have a life of their own, thrusting up to meet each of Ben’s movements as his hands finally grip both sides of me firmly.
“Like this?” he asks, drawing another moan of positive satisfaction from me. I puff a grunt as I try to reply once his tongue presses deeper into me, the smile on my face stopping me from saying anything intelligible.
“Your mine,” he murmurs, in between flickering movements and kissing my hole. “Understand?” he asks over and over, making me squirm harder and whimper with agreement.
I want this, I want him. And I want it all the time.
Everyday.
Forever.
And there’s something in his determined grip, the pressure of his hands and his body moving over mine that tells me he’s thinking the exact same thing.
I don’t feel like the maid anymore.
I feel like someone who Ben Slade wants to claim, as his own and as an equal.
The thought gives so much added excitement, I’m not sure if it’s just that or the rising climax which suddenly arrests my whole body.
His low growls of satisfaction tell me he wants me too, but I’m still not a hundred percent sure exactly what I’m supposed to even-
Oh, God.
“Ben! I’m gonna… I’m…” I stammer, and he grips me harder than ever, commanding me firmly before he covers all of me again with his mouth, which I feel start to quiver in time with the unstoppable waves of my first orgasm.
“Yes you are,” he murmurs. “Right into my mouth.”
My hands let go of his hair, gripping the sheets I was supposed to be making his bed with.
It feels like one of my eyes is open, while the other’s closed and the whole world seems to spin away from me as I feel something I never even thought humanly possible.
Feeling Ben lapping at my essence I shudder with pleasure, his strong hands working their way all over every inch he can reach. It’s just perfect.
He’s just perfect.
He makes me feel perfect.
His touch on me doesn’t stop, but gradually the intense waves subside and I shiver a breath in, tracing my fingers across his hair and shoulders before he brings his face up to meet mine again.
“You were saying?” he asks, a smug look in his eye as his cocked brow challenges me to tell him what I was thinking earlier, what I was trying to tell him.
And then it all comes flooding back, but nowhere near as intense as the waves of climax I’ve just ridden courtesy of Ben Slade.
I should be cleaning, doing my job. Not being pleasured by Ben Slade.
I sigh, still hearing the shiver in my voice as I stroke his face which is so close now I can feel its warmth on mine.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, closing my eyes, almost not wanting to open them in case that’s a bad thing.
Instead of rolling his eyes or pressuring me to go all the way, Ben Slade is the perfect gentleman.
My man, I hope.
He sighs loudly, smiling to himself.
Relieved.
“Is that good?” I ask, not sure exactly how I’m feeling about it.
“It’s perfect,” he whispers in my ear, nuzzling into me and I relax for what feels like the first time in my whole life.
“It is?” I ask blindly.
“Yeah. It means I’ll be your first and you’ll be only mine from now on. It’s just perfect. Like destiny,” he says, holding me extra tight as I struggle not to cry.
I never thought I could feel so much in one day, but Ben makes it more special than ever, just by being himself.
I want to tell him one more thing, okay maybe a hundred things, but I let it go for now.
Maybe too soon for that.
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he says softly, reading my mind, tracing his finger down my face before he kisses me again, letting me taste him and myself in one perfect moment.
Chapter Eight
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sp; Ben
Having Sophie come into not just my room, but into my life like this. It makes my mind up for me, about a lot of things.
I tell her I don’t want her cleaning anything anymore, from now on she’ll want for nothing.
She’s mine.
She looks at me, puzzled, then glances around the room. I have to admit, it does need tidying up.
I’m no neat freak, but I always keep things fairly tidy at home, but lately, with this case on my mind, going informant. I've had my head in some very dark clouds for days now.
Or is it weeks?
“I’ll just straighten up, it’s what they’re paying me for anyway,” she protests, easing herself out of bed, breaking the warmth we’ve created for ourselves there.
Taking a deep breath in, I see now how I could literally watch her all day.
Her thick legs quiver under her, still weak from her climax. Her heavy chest, her hair a little messy.
I feel my heart go.
She tries to rearrange her clothes, to look decent but I shake my head.
“No,” I command her tenderly. “Leave the top on if you must, but the skirts gotta go. Let me see your fine ass from every angle. If you have to clean, then let me watch you clean. Let me watch all of you,” I tell her, surprised at just how greedy I sound.
The sight of her taking her skirt off, adjusting those panties, and wearing just a thin white top, it’s a good thing I’m laying down because all the blood to keep my senses has filled the one place she has the biggest effect on in me.
She purrs, noticing my incredible arousal, and I’m almost inclined to ask her to come help me with it, but I remember what I said.
She’s a virgin, it has to be special, not here. Not in this prison.
It has to be somewhere I know we won’t be interrupted, somewhere I know we’ll both be safe too.
Here might be safe, for now. But I don’t like my chances. Partridge is sloppy, he’s missed so many things already.
I won’t have him responsible for taking care of Sophie. That’s my job now.
I just have to think of a way to get us both out.
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