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by Hidden Treasure (retail) (epub)


  The dinner turned out to be a terrible agony in which the beautiful Miss Hansson has Reed dazzled. Brother and sister seem to conspire to keep us apart. The very odious woman doesn’t stop rubbing on his arm and he watches her intently. It seems as if his whole life is in the conversation. And where is his jealousy towards me! And everything else about commitments, but with me!

  I exhale tiredly. I thought I was beautiful in my tight black dress with a big slit on the left side, matching killer heels, hair pulled back in a low bun, passion red lips and curly black eyelashes with my water resistant super extensions, but it’s not enough to dazzle more than Karin Hansson. She’s of a superior beauty and Reed doesn’t stop being a terribly attractive man. They are perfect for each other.

  “It seems that my sister and your partner like each other very well.”

  We both look at them but Reed and his companion are so occupied in their conversation as to notice anyone else.

  It seems.

  “Anne, with so many guests I have not had the opportunity to be alone with you and express how beautiful you look tonight.”

  “Thank you very much. Don’t you think it's time to see the Fabergé piece? It’s past midnight and surely the guests are waiting impatiently.”

  “Are you always so responsible?” He whispers in my ear approaching me dangerously.

  “A family fault.”

  He smiles while holding my hand in his.

  “Let's go into the adjoining room. It’ll be quieter.”

  I nod. Something smells fishy to me and I know I shouldn’t be alone with him but Reed seems busy and I’m not going to beg for his attention, let alone his protection.

  Alexander rests his other hand on my waist and we enter a darkened room with exquisite decoration. Furniture of the nineteenth century and of course an authentic Picasso hanging on the wall.

  “A glass of wine?”

  He comments as he approaches the bar with hundreds of bottles of expensive liquors.

  “No thanks.”

  “And have you been alone for a long time?”

  “Sorry?”

  “I'm sorry but I had to investigate you and your partner. I can’t allow someone to enter my house that claims to be who he isn’t. I own pieces that are too valuable to risk. I hope you understand and forgive me.”

  His smile seems warm but I do not quite trust him and I lie.

  “I understand.”

  “So?”

  “I've been a widow for three years.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that and now you're free?” My face is too expressive and Alexander is nervous. “I don’t wish to bother you, but it's not in my nature to beat around the bush. When I like something that I want I take it.”

  “I'm not for sale.”

  “Come on, Anne, you're very smart and you know what I mean. You attract me and I would like to get to know you better.”

  What is happening to men lately? It has to be my new perfume because I can’t explain it to myself.

  He approaches me without any warning and holds me close in his arms. I try to get away in a polite way but it’s not possible. He is stronger. If I kick him in the balls, I’ll be free but I may as well say goodbye to my relic for the museum. It’s better to play the stupid redhead role.

  “Alexander, please...” Fluttering my lashes saucily and with my silly girl smile, “you're a most attractive man but it's not the time. I'm here for work.”

  “Beautiful, just a kiss.” He pulls me closer to his body and I turn my head avoiding his contact.

  “Really I’d rather not.”

  “A simple touch of lips to satiate my desire.”

  “Alexander, no...”

  I move with insistence and he begins to let go resigned when a door slams and we both turn at once.

  “Analyzing the egg?” He said with dark serenity.

  Saved by the bell. I had almost received a good unauthorized French kiss.

  “Yes. Our host was about to bring it. Isn’t that right Alex?”

  The owner of the house smiles at me somewhat confused.

  “So I am. I'll be back in a few minutes.”

  Reed waited until the door closed to unload the entire artillery.

  “But what the hell are you doing? What part of don’t be with him alone haven’t you understood! You are in danger and all because you always do what you want.”

  He's furious but the funny thing is that I'm not. Moreover, I feel a bit of amusement that I hope to contain. I’m in danger of a kiss?

  “I came here to analyze the Fabergé egg.”

  I tried to answer with seriousness but my eyes gleamed with contained laughter.

  “I'll tell you which eggs are the ones you want to analyze. Fuck, Anne! He could force you to anything he wanted. You were alone with him!”

  “The house is full of guests and we left the door open, don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit?”

  Reed begins to calm down as he walks from one side to the other. With his light gray suit, white shirt and black thin tie, he is the handsomest and most desired man in the room. And he's furious to see me in someone else's arms. Yes! Self-esteem dancing salsa.

  “The only danger I've been through is that of a stolen kiss.”

  I stroke his face without being able to contain myself and Reed tilts his head towards my hand so that he caresses it with greater intensity. His body begins to relax and his stony eyes move away from the storm thanks to my caress.

  “Those kisses are mine. Your mouth is mine.”

  I approach to kiss him and show him the truth of his statement but Alexander interrupts us. He enters with a box that is supposed to contain the jewel.

  “Here it is.”

  Reed and I expectantly approach the mahogany wood desk with the object.

  Alexander opens a box covered in the most horrifying pink velvet as I rummage for the glasses in my bag and I put on white gloves to avoid damaging the piece. I extract the egg and begin to study it. The oval piece is carved in gold and decorated with authentic diamonds and sapphires. I open it carefully in half and there it is; the Fabergé surprise that is never forgotten to be included. A wonderful clock with yellow gold hands that mark the exact time in which we are. The piece is no more than eight centimeters but it’s wonderful. Without a doubt it is an authentic Fabergé piece.

  “And?” Alexander seems nervous. His investment depends on my verdict.

  “It's the third imperial Easter egg. The watch is from the luxurious Vacheron Constantin brand. It is a piece valued at just over thirty million dollars. It is totally authentic.”

  “Yes! I knew it. You don’t know how I appreciate your assessment. I don’t know how to repay your attention.” He tries to approach me euphorically but Reed gets in his way.

  “One month exposed in Stonebridge is enough payment. We would be happy to show it to the world. It is a piece that has disappeared two hundred years ago without seeing the light.”

  “Tomorrow you can organize everything. I promise and I intend to fulfill it. Come, I want you to accompany me to the living room. You must celebrate with me.”

  Alexander reached out his hand to capture mine but Reed stroked my waist possessively.

  “We're leaving. We have plans.”

  “But you have to accompany me for the presentation.”

  Both looked at each other with antagonism so I decided to intervene and end with the foolishness of these brave males.

  “Alexander, it's been a long day and I'm tired. They are your guests and I’m sure you’ll do it perfectly without my help.”

  Hansson shook his head but kept looking at Reed in the eye. Both were glaring.

  “The night is just beginning. A drink, a couple of dances and I’ll let you go.”

  I look down totally exhausted.

  “It's okay. A drink and then I’ll leave.”

  Reed knows I have no other choice but he seems annoyed. The three of us went out to the immense hall crowded with
people without saying a word, with a garden that lights up to the beat of the music.

  Miss Hansson has decided that she can’t wait, so she rushes for Reed as soon as he comes through the door.

  “I don’t dance.”

  “With me yes,” the German beauty said.

  “I think not.”

  I turn and excuse myself under the pretext of going to the bathroom. I don’t want to see how women drool over him while I try to get rid of Alexander. I walk quickly towards the outer corridor and I breathe calmly while noticing the coolness of the night. I intend to stay here for a while more than I should.

  I knew perfectly well that the night wouldn’t be easy, but seeing those women drooling over the person who claims to be your partner is unbearable. I don’t know how I managed to get into this situation but I'm already in it and totally hooked. Reed is the man that all educated women would want but none of us will ever recognize.

  “Where are you going exactly?”

  “You scared me. I thought it was Alexander.”

  “I'm not, but it's not long before the siblings pursuit us. We can’t escape. It seems overwhelming.”

  “And you want to escape?”

  “Not now. Give me your hand. I saw a hiding place.”

  Reed holds my hand and I let myself be guided by his emotion. He is so amusing that he envelops me with his pleasure.

  “And where are we going?”

  “You’ll see. I saw it and I thought of you.”

  We entered what appeared to be a library and went out through a back door to a stone and marble terrace just above the main park. From a corner of the terrace we could observe the guests dancing in the garden just on the lower floor. The darkness hides us and we can view the people with total impudence. The music sounds very soft and the lights of white and blue colors softly illuminate the green meadow.

  I lean on the railing looking down and breathe in the purity of the fresh air.

  Reed rests his body on my back and observes the landscape past my shoulders while commenting in my ear.

  “You're beautiful...” I try to turn around but he won’t let me.

  “Stay like that. I want to feel you.”

  His hands wrap around me and slide across my belly when my body trembles in need. We both had a very difficult day and the contact calms us down.

  He strokes my neck and slides his hand over the taut tendon while his insolent tongue tastes my skin. He is so wonderful and so hot that I find it incredible to be in his arms and receive his caresses. He is hard, intriguing and is often distant but it is moments like this that make me feel that I will never be able to get away from his side. His body shudders and his personality intrigues me; both combinations are a mixture to fall in love with and I am a simple mortal.

  His hand goes down my neck slowly while shamelessly caressing my breasts.

  “They can see us...”

  I stretch my body back and rub my ass to his cock that hardens under his pants. I can feel him mutter insults between his teeth and I smile naughtily.

  Darkness hides us although our shadows give glimpses in the gloom. Alexander is down there. He kisses my cheek, licks my earlobe and I arch up to give him more access to my body.

  “If he raises his head he won’t be able to see our faces but he can see the movement of our bodies that show that I’m caressing you and that my hands make you tremble again and again.”

  “And that excites you...”

  “Like an animal... Same as you.”

  “It’s true.” My husky voice almost can’t escape my throat. His lips nibble on my bare shoulder while his hand slips through the slit of my dress without lifting it until it reaches the entrance of my thong. His finger caresses me on the softness of the fine lace and a tremor runs through my body. My eyes close and my mind dreams of his sweet caresses.

  “Yes. Go on; support your weight on my body. Cum with me.”

  His voice offers me direct orders and I follow him wherever he wants to take me. I want to be with him.

  “You're soaked, your moisture goes through your clothes... Honey, you're going to cum for me on this terrace. Nobody can see you but everyone will know, you want me and I want everyone to know.”

  His hoarse voice dominates my ear and his fingers squeeze hard to break the soft silk of my lingerie. God, I'm about to burn down. I’m unable to move. His body has me trapped against the railing and his voice envelops me in an unbridled desire.

  He inserts a finger and runs it in my wet and swollen slit for pleasure.

  “God... We're in a public place.”

  I try to catch a glimpse of reason but a second hand is introduced breaking the thong that falls to the ground.

  “Reed...”

  “Shh, just enjoy. I've wanted to see you like this all day. With your eyes closed and your ass stuck to my cock while you cum with my voice.”

  I rub nervously, I need relief that I'm not getting. His finger moves slowly over my vulva and caresses my clitoris but when I reach my point of tension he releases me and starts again.

  “No... Don’t do this to me...”

  I sob impatiently and feel his mouth move around my neck smiling.

  “You want to cum here... On a terrace of a big party... You want everyone to know that I'm going to fuck you till you're tired...”

  “Yes...”

  His hand imprisons my vagina tightly and my breath snaps in my throat.

  “That’s my girl. I want everyone to raise their heads and see how I have my hard cock in your ass ready for you.”

  “Only for me.”

  “Yes, my love, only for you. You’re my girl and I want the whole world to know that you cum on my fingers.”

  “Yes...” I sob hopelessly as his finger enters and leaves my body.

  “Fuck baby you can’t imagine what you’re doing to me. You're perfect,” he whispers.

  One of his hands is leaving me and I feel the sound of a zipper coming down. His hand moves the dress through the slit and I feel the hardness of his naked cock brush the skin of my ass.

  “God...”

  I breathe uneasily. Feeling this hot and needy, on a terrace a few feet from a big party, and in which they could catch us at any moment further increases my desire for a man capable of taking me to ecstasy only with his hoarse voice.

  His cock moves down my bare ass and I feel his wetness wet my ass.

  The hand on my clitoris barely moves and I feel despair. I need to cum or I'm going to go crazy. I grumble annoyed and my man decides to put an end to my torment because at that moment he takes my hand and guides it towards my slit, inflamed with desire.

  “Stroke yourself, wet your fingers. Feel how you wet yourself for me.”

  My fingers move nervously but Reed guides them while his penis goes up and down pressing on my buttocks.

  “Yeah... So, honey... For God's sake. I want you to cum with my hand.”

  His index finger comes and goes as the thumb caresses my clitoris hard. Sweat runs through my body and a heat explodes inside me. His deep voice whispers hot words and I feel that I can’t stand a minute longer, I burst out right there. The convulsions make me tremble but Reed holds me firmly against his body. The spasms shake me and I squeeze my lips not to scream the sexiest orgasm of my life.

  “Fuck... Yeah...” Desperately he bites my shoulder as he quivers at the bottom of my back.

  A hot, liquid stream runs down my skin as his burning body sticks to my body.

  We both took a moment to react until Reed separates and zips up his pants. My long dress falls down by its own weight as if nothing had happened there, but when I look down at the floor, and see my silk thong ripped in two pieces, I turn red as a tomato while Reed laughs loudly. He picks up the thong from the floor and puts it in his pocket.

  “Miss Foster, is it okay for you to make your partner that hot? I think I'm going to denounce you as a stalker.”

  “Moron.”

  I give him a small shove o
n the shoulder but he imprisons me against his chest and kisses me possessively.

  “Do you know that your skin is wet with my semen?” His hand rests on my wet back.

  “I think I'm aware. Come with me to the bathroom.”

  “None of that. You’re going to dance with me.”

  “I thought you didn’t dance.”

  “And I don’t dance but I'll do it with you, I want you to smile and say goodbye to Alexander while my semen slips through your body. No man will approach you because you’ll taste like me, you’ll smell of me and you’ll be part of me.”

  “You’re depraved.”

  “You have no idea how much.”

  He kisses me one more time and I give myself without any reservations. No more turns. I'm in love.

  We are losing ourselves

  Reed talks quietly as he parks in parking space number four, as if he had been accompanying me home for years. His features soften with the conversation he is relaxed and quiet. The sadness and loneliness of his look has become a slight occasional flash. It’s still there but in a subtle way, as if our encounters blur it where it hides.

  Reed Blackman, you have fallen in love with me and fear dominates me. Love is not synonymous with happiness and although I want to erase the bittersweet feeling that covers me, I can’t stop hearing my little inner goblin saying loud and clear that ours is not a story with a happy ending.

  I unbuckle my safety belt and the tight dress sticks to my back reminding me of his words. You taste like me, you smell like me... You too Reed Blackman? Could it be possible that you are falling in love with a simple museum mouse?

  We seem so different but we are not. We both bring important scars, insensibility covering our fears and fate has brought us together in solitude. We both need to feel that we’re alive but both of us have fears that we don’t want to discover. I’ve adapted to a life without passion and you a refusal to love. I suffered an abusive marriage. What are your war wounds?

  “So the piece is original?”

  “Eh... Yes, totally authentic.”

  “You're distracted, what are you thinking?”

  “Nothing important, I'm not going to press you. I know perfectly what it means to hide because of shame, fear or pain.”

 

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