“Having these days by my side has been discovering that life is something more than breathing. With you, sex is a complete stranger, a strange mystery that I can’t stop experiencing. I'm not good for you, I don’t belong in your world and you'll make me lose my mind but I don’t care. I can’t think of anything other than having you.”
“It’s just sex. Good, but only that.”
“Baby,” he surrounds my face with both hands, “I know what it means to have a roll in the hay, and you and I have something else. Give me a chance, what can you lose?”
“My heart, my life, my hopes ...”
“I warned you about the fuckup and you promised to give me another chance. You promised.”
I look at him and I make the worst of my mistakes. When his gaze envelops me, I’m lost.
I stroke his shaved chin and shake his head.
“You don’t deserve it and you'll be my downfall.”
“You are already mine.”
He leans on my body and kisses me with passion. His mouth bites my lower lip and I moan eagerly. I can’t fool myself, I want his explanation, I need any excuse to forgive him and his reasons are real. I never wanted to give him a chance, men like Reed Blackman are the ones who leave you destroyed but it's too late for me. I am trapped in his spider web.
His hand caresses my back and reaches my waist while the weight of his body presses me on the sofa. His hand travels across my body and I close my eyes in ecstasy when I hear the sound of his deep voice.
“I want to have you at all times, at all times. I need to know that I occupy your mind and that you go mad for my body,” he chokingly gasped.
His hand runs down my leg and up my thigh burning me as it goes up.
“You're a danger, Mr. Blackman.” I notice how his lips smile on my neck calling him by his last name.
“And I still haven’t shown you anything, Miss Foster.”
The door sounds with a couple of blows and opens without giving us time to restore our calm.
Oh, mother, we're in my office. Reed gets up quickly, releasing my body, but doesn’t move away. This man is not ashamed of anything.
“Anne, your secretary was not there and...” Suraj observes us and for a minute he is speechless, but he recovers instantly. “After how attentive you were the other day with the security information, I thought we could have lunch together and exchange some points of view but we can leave it for another day.”
“No!” The frustrated desire makes me scream. “I mean yes, it seems perfect for me now.”
Both men look at each other, but I think it’s the right time to flee. When Reed envelops me with his caresses, I lose the ability to reason. Just an hour ago I hated him like crazy and now I'm almost about to have sex in my office, in broad daylight and with the door unlocked. God, I need air and to think.
“Don’t go,” he growled annoyed.
Reed looks at Suraj who now smiles with a full smile. Please, if I were not so crazy about my treasure hunter I would have to admit that his friend is a delicious chocolate ready to taste. So smiling, so kind and so different from my guy. My guy? Did I say mine? I'm going. I pick up my bag in a hurry.
“Anne has a pending issue with me. Go eat alone.”
“It’s not necessary,” I answer quickly.
“You’ll stay here with me.”
“And I say I need to leave.” The inspector squeezes my hand to help me escape through the door and Reed is stressed.
“Release her.”
“Sorry bro, we won’t be late. I'll bring her back in a couple of hours.”
I leave quickly fearing that my sexual desire turns out to be stronger than my will.
“I want a salad.”
“At your service beautiful.” Suraj laughed as we left, which made Reed even angrier.
Who said one...
“I see you already know the real Reed.”
“Yes, and that reminds me that you deceived me about your identity. I should be angry with you too.”
“And would you forgive me the way you did with him?”
My fork stopped midway and the heat goes up my body while Suraj laughs contagiously.
“You don’t need to embarrass yourself with me. Reed and I have known each other for years. Tell me what you’ve done to him so that he loses his composure. I've never seen him lose control with any... I mean with...”
“Calm down, I'm not stupid. He’s a man capable of having the woman he wants and they are sure to get into his bed without him calling them.”
“Not as much as mine.” He winks mischievously at me.
“And you told me you’ve know him since when?”
“I haven’t told you but I’m willing to give you the information you need.”
That smile. Why isn’t Reed half as sweet as Suraj?
“We grew up together, we went to the same school and we are from the same neighborhood. We are like brothers.”
“But you’re not, are you?”
“No. My father and my mother are faithful.”
“No... I didn’t mean that,” I still keep chewing my vanilla cake.
“Just kidding. My tanned chocolate skin is from my Indian father and my precious green eyes are from my mother's English branch.”
“I smile relaxed. Suraj frees me from a day of pure tensions.
“We grew up together and we’ve never separated. I dedicated myself to catching thieves and crooks while Reed looks for stolen pieces. You see, life has always united us.”
“Like blood brothers.”
“Exactly. My mother smacked us both equally.”
“So united?” I say enjoying myself.
“Yes. And the sermons were also twice as much. Imagine an Indian boy with green eyes and another with black hair and blue eyes with our small heads, enduring a scolding from a very, but very angry Indian mother.”
This time I am the one who has fun with the image.
“Do you share everything?”
What? Why? How did I say something like that? Suraj looks at me curiously but discovers it at once he knows that I know. I hope the earth swallows me!
“I've shared but Reed has never had anything to share.”
“What do you mean?”
I messed up asking the first time, so I don’t see a reason not to continue.
“It's not me who should answer that question. How about we go back to the museum? I need us to talk about something important.”
“Of course.”
I look like a gossip but I don’t care. Reed is a man of few words and if I can obtain information through other sources, well good for me.
“Anne, try to understand him.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will understand.”
We continue the conversation on trivial topics when one of Suraj's nonsense makes me laugh so much that I don’t even realize where I'm going. I hit Reed's hard body directly and he immediately changes the atmosphere, he's not happy. What he doesn’t know is that when he’s angry he is even more attractive and I could eat him up by nibbling him.
He doesn’t speak to me. He just observes me with accusing eyes and crossed arms. God, I'm never going to get used to seeing him so handsome. I have him in front of me and the world is lost for me. I watch him ecstatically and then I do something that even he doesn’t expect. I stretch and place a short kiss on the mouth that leaves him disoriented. I smile triumphantly and I'm about to pull away when his hands cling to my waist, denying me the possibility of fleeing down the hall.
“Where did you go?” Oh, no. He looks sad. I could eat him.
“We had a salad for lunch. Nothing special.”
“And I thought you had fallen in love with my exotic sex appeal,” Suraj replies and I smile as always when he speaks. Reed grumbles annoyed.
“Brother, lighten up and let's go to the office. We have to talk about an important job. We can satisfy our pleasures at another time.”
Reed looks at him
furious and Suraj is surprised at his reaction.
“Just kidding.”
He’s apologizing, but why?
“I'm not in the mood for jokes.”
“I see,” he exhales, shaking his head, “you see, the main reason for my visit is why I need you to do a check”.
“I thought you were here to have lunch with me?” I make a false pout with my lips.
I am being more daring than usual but I am delighted. I again become the woman who wants to fly without ties and I’m fascinated. Reed's caresses give me back the happiness and tranquility that I want, and if I can make him a little bit jealous, so much the better. I know it's not right but it feels great.
“Beautiful, I would have lunch with you every day of my existence.”
“You can leave your bullshit behind and talk got damn it.” Reed is not interested in games.
Like I've been? No. Now this is my turn to rematch.
“The piece I want to talk about, it’s one of the Fabergé eggs.”
My concentration returns abruptly.
“Fabergé. An original Fabergé egg Do you mean it? An authentic Easter egg? It's not possible. The disappeared eggs have been hidden for years, not to say that there are not even any signs that they are still preserved. I doubt the information.”
“That's why I'm here. You will have to visit Alexander Hansson and see how original his piece is.”
“He has one of the Fabergé missing eggs?”
“At least that's what he says.”
“Alexander Hansson, is the German billionaire dedicated to the automotive industry, I didn’t know he was dedicated to collecting art.” Reed comments intrigued.
“I didn’t know either but it seems that way. If we can authenticate the piece and all the documentation is in order, you can take the Fabergé to your country.”
“Do you think it could be stolen?”
“I don’t rule it out, that's why you'll be accompanied by Reed. You know Russian art perfectly and no one better than you to authenticate it before they take it to Germany. You will visit him this afternoon at his mansion he’ll welcome you. He hopes to get the legal approval of the government and be able to move it directly to Berlin, but none of this will be possible without your authentication. Anne, I need you to analyze the piece with great detail and if it is false you will come back here without giving him any clue, and you’ll say you need more time.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If the story and the piece are real, Alexander agreed to make an exhibition at Stonebridge in a completely disinterested and free way.”
“That would be wonderful!”
“As long as the egg is original. If the piece is false, that man won’t be at all happy with your diagnosis and I don’t want you to be in any danger. If things get complicated, you shouldn’t move away from Reed. He will know what to do.”
“I won’t allow her.”
There’s the affirmation of my hunter and his continuous total protection. He’s powerful and I love him!
“If he's dangerous, why isn’t he behind bars?”
“When it comes to stolen art, these people move in the shadows of legality. It’s very difficult to catch them. Hansson walks through European society without any problems, he even dated the niece of the king for a few months but we’ve never been able to get charges against him.”
“That Alexander! The almost seven foot blond who surfs and wears those black death glasses and that bike Ducati I think.” I can’t believe it.
“I see you know him pretty well.” Suraj covers his smile with a finger.
“And who doesn’t? And what time are we meeting?”
“They should arrive this afternoon.”
“I'm going home. I have to change my clothes.”
“Don’t even dream about it.” His voice didn’t sound friendly.
“Are you always going to be angry at me?”
“Whenever you lose your panties for a jerk.” His gaze focused furiously on my eyes.
“Eh... Oh... What an idiot! I’m not losing anything; it's simply to be dressed appropriately according to the occasion. And I don’t have to ask you or anyone else for permission.”
“I think I should go.” Suraj barely stammers while closing the door of the office.
“Look at what you’ve done! Now he'll think I'm a hothead.”
“And you are.”
“But what are you saying! You piece of shit. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that!”
“And I love how hot and bothered you are,” he immobilizes me in his arms, “but only with me...”
I can’t continue with the role of an indignant woman when Reed surrounds me with his strong arms and kisses me as if there is no tomorrow. I open my mouth with the same intense desperation as he does. The peak of glory had become the darkest mausoleum in the blink of an eye. I felt like I was dying in the face of his lie and the possibility of losing him, and now I am back in heaven. By God, this doesn’t happen to adult women like me. I close my eyes and I stick to his body, I need to touch him, I want him to delight me with his tongue tasting every corner of my mouth. My nose is impregnated with his aroma so typical of him and erases every minute of fear that I felt when I thought I had lost him.
His hands wrap around my face as we try to recover a sanity that refuses to come close to me.
“What are you doing to me..?” He whispers hoarsely.
“Questions as if I knew the answer.”
I smile and discover that I love these moments. These in which his rigid member falls and he is able to show me his naughty boy smile. He's another man, another Reed, one that isn’t so spread out, not so worried and not so sad.
“Why do you only smile when we're alone?”
“I don’t usually laugh.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never had any reasons.”
“That's sad...”
“It could be. This envelope is for you.”
“What is it?”
“It's my medical information. I'm clean.”
He looks at me with so much need that I fall defeated without understanding it.
“Were you sick?”
“The opposite. Anne, I need to be inside you completely. I want to feel you and move inside your body, I want to know how your heat feels; I want your moisture to wrap me. I don’t want damn latex between us. I want to fill you with me and you feel me caress you when my skin rubs you when penetrating you.
Wow!
“I don’t have any medical report.”
“I don’t need it. I know perfectly well that you haven’t been with any man for three years. Baby, I want you to feel me skin to skin. I want you to bathe me with your orgasm.”
I close my eyes confused. Everything is going very fast but that's Reed; pure, striking essence, a roller coaster without a driver.
“I take the pill for medical reasons but...” His wolfish gaze shines shamelessly.
“You don’t know how much I want to have you like that. I wish so much...”
His kisses cover me completely. His mouth feels as if it multiplied and I feel it throughout my body in a matter of seconds. In my mouth, my cheeks, my neck, and the valley of my breasts... My pulse accelerates and I can barely stammer.
“Never? That is... No... that is...”
“If what you want to know is if I’ve ever done it without a condom, the answer is no.”
He answers as he opens the button on my blouse and caresses my breasts in the bra.
“Never?”
“Never!”
“You’re making fun at me.”
“I’m not lying. That envelope contains my medical report and my ability to feel you completely.”
He makes a gesture to the envelope fearful of my answer and I begin to fall in love without wishing it. It's too late for that.
“When did you ask for it?”
“When you left with Suraj. I called the clinic and asked for it by priori
ty express.”
“Impatient?”
“You can’t imagine how much...”
“Reed, we have to talk, there are many things that you don’t know yet that could change your vision of me... I don’t want to mislead you and... Oh mother.”
He lifts me up and sits me on the desk without hearing any of the words I’ve said.
My legs are bending fully open at the height of the desk and he takes advantage of the space to stand and caress me restlessly. I cling to his hair enjoying its silkiness while he gets drunk with the taste of my breasts above the blouse. The moisture of his mouth pierces the lace and one of my nipples hardens excited before such adorable attention. I bend my head trying to deposit kisses on his black hair but I can’t reach him and I despair. Reed doesn’t hear me, he's too busy opening my blouse and he frees my breasts from my bra. One of them falls free and he catches it in his mouth to release it slowly scratching with his teeth the softness of my skin.
His waist sticks to my open, wide legs and I feel the leather buckle of the belt rub against my belly. My body gets wet from waiting and my need. Reed makes me react like a woman desperate for sex when before I barely knew what sex meant. I feel his hard, bulging penis under his pants and I get closer to him to open the zipper. I need to have him inside me, my body screams loudly to feel him inside.
Desperation is faster than my hand on his zipper so I decide to introduce my fingers between the waistband and caress his skin.
“Yes. Baby, yes.”
His cock hardens even more at the touch of my fingers as he pushes trying to break free. I caress him with the tip of my fingertips when I hear him swear aloud.
“Shit... Dolores.”
“What?”
I remove my hand from his pants as if his crotch had bitten me. I'm stunned and offended at the same time.
“I'm not Dolores.” I answer brusquely.
“Don’t be silly.”
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