Her eyes popped open at the first icy splash that landed on her clit.
“What are you—” She was unable to finish her thoughts when his mouth returned to her sex, licking and sucking, catching each droplet.
He drank from her, like a starving man too long in the desert. With his shoulders wedged between her thighs keeping them wide, he alternated between drawing her clit into his mouth and gliding his tongue along her slit. He consumed her and the slow stream of water that flowed along her ultra, sensitive flesh.
It was more than she could have ever fantasized about and more than she could handle. She started to come. One tremor turned into another, then became a quiver and by the time it was over she was shaking and crying out. At some point she had fallen flat on her back and thrusting her hips at both the rivulets of water and the insatiable man. “Yes…oh, yes, yes…hmmm.”
The water stopped. He gave her sex one final lick from end to tip before he moved away.
She lay in the same spot trying to catch her breath, barely making out the click sound of the glass connecting with the tray.
“I told I’d get my share of the water.” His voice was husky as he placed a kiss on her hip, belly, side, valley of her breasts as he tugged the sheet away as he went. Finally, he kissed her lips.
His lips were warm and soft. She could smell a hint of her earthy scent on him.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. His hands were planted in the mattress beside her shoulders. There was a lopsided grin on his mouth. His gaze reflected similar pleasure to what she was feeling and she couldn’t help but smile back.
“You did say that, didn’t you?” Lifting her hand, she caressed his face.
She watched as he closed his eyes and turned his face into her palm seeking more of her touch. That’s how they stayed for a moment, her gliding her fingers along the strong angles of his features and him letting her.
He gazed at her again. “I can’t get enough of you, Soni-love.”
“I feel the same about you.” She brushed her knuckles from his jaw along the side of his neck.
“Before we begin another round, we need to discuss something.”
Oh, no. She tensed. She wasn’t ready to have a conversation about what all this meant between them. Earlier, she’d express that and he’d said he understood. “What’s up?” She kept her tone light.
“Protection. The first time went a little fast. I’ll admit I wasn’t thinking clearly. Until things are ironed out between us, I don’t think we should risk it. I don’t have anything here but I can make a run to the all-night Quick Trip.”
She knew what he meant. Even though she was relieved that they were on the same page about the night’s events, admittedly there was a weight in her belly. She’d never given children much thought, always more focused on her career since she could remember. However, the idea of feeling Parker’s child moving inside of her caused something to blossom inside of her. Now was not the time. And it was possible she was only feeling that way because her career was on unstable ground for the first time.
“I have birth control covered. Unless I should be worried about something else?” She arched a single eyebrow and stared at him questioning.
He chuckled. “No. I don’t have any disease…not even anything non-sexual related that I brought back from the forest.”
“Phew.” She made a big production of wiping her brow.
“Ahem.” It was his turn to raise a brow. “Any unsavory men you picked up in bars I should know about? Maybe the congressman hopeful packing heat?”
“Ah…no. Nothing.” She cupped his face between her hands and held his gaze. She didn’t owe him an explanation or play by play of her sex life over the past five years, but she wanted to give him the truth. “There’s never been anyone but you.”
He leaned down and claimed her mouth as she felt the weight of his body greet hers.
There was something in his kiss, some unknown emotion and declaration. What it was she didn’t have time to figure out before he was thrusting inside of her and nothing else mattered. Her world was right.
~ML~
Sexy as hell. Showered and dressed, she sat on the side of the bed staring down at the sleeping man in the glow from the bathroom light. In the fifteen minutes she’d been in the bathroom, he’d gravitated to the side of the bed she’d left and kicked off the covers. The only bit of modesty he had was the sheet bunched low on his stomach, covering one of his legs and his groin area.
She thought about what lay hidden and her temperature flared. It shocked her to experience the rapid desire beginning to pulse through her body as well as she’d been loved last night. Three times he’d driven his thick manhood inside of her. After she’d confessed not being intimate with anyone else he’d brought her to a climax. Before it ended she found herself on her knees and Parker taking her hard and deep from the back. Squeezing her thighs together to subdue her lust, she felt the tenderness that resided there.
Glancing over at the empty tray, she smiled in memory of how ferocious she’d consumed it just before going to sleep. He’d been correct, he’d worked up an appetite in her. More than one.
Now, even if she wanted to wake him for one last go at it, her body couldn’t take anymore right now. He had given her indescribable pleasure, keeping the troublesome thoughts about today’s event away. She’d been so exhausted by their nefarious activities that she’d slept soundly for three solid hours before her alarm went off.
There was no doubt in her mind that today would be stressful beyond measure. There were answers that the authorities would want—dig for—and she wanted them as well. She wasn’t to blame for what happened, but most likely when it was all over, she’d pay the cost. Most likely with her job.
With an hour left before she had to be at the museum she wanted to show her appreciation to this passionate, caring man.
An idea surfaced in her mind and she decided she had just enough time to do it. Taking hold of the sheet, she began to drag it away.
~ML~
“Oh, shi— Soni…what—” His words broke off into a groan as his shaft was sliding deeper into the warm recesses of Sonya’s wet mouth.
Originally, he’d thought the touches and licks he was experiencing were all just part of another dream. Fantasy had haunted him every night in his mind.
However, this was clearly no dream. He was wide-awake.
Staring down at her in the dim light, he could see that she was dressed and her hair fixed neatly at the back of her head. His palms itched to bury his hands in her hair. Instead he fisted the sheet below him. He couldn’t hold back and thrust between her wide spread lips, just enough to push a little further.
She took him. Her tongue moved along the underside, just below his crown where he was most sensitive. He lost his vision for a moment from the pleasure.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. In all the time they had been together before, this was not something that Sonya ever performed for him. She’d never even kissed him beyond his pecs. Her hands had caressed and stroked him all over, but her mouth had been off limits to anything but a kiss.
What she was doing to him now, felt better than good. It was amazing. She was necessarily skilled at it, and even if she hadn’t confessed that no other man but him had the pleasure of loving her, he’d known that this was something she hadn’t performed for another guy either.
“That’s it, love…just like that.” He encouraged her as the tension in his body mounted.
She moaned and he felt the vibrations through his shaft and into his sac as it drew tighter to his body.
“Don’t stop.” He was almost at the edge of pleasure. He wasn’t sure how far she would take this, so he prepared himself for her to move away at any moment.
He continued sliding his shaft into her mouth as he guided one of her hands to his shaft, wrapping her elegant fingers around him. Showing her, he needed both her oral stimulation as well as her hand along the part of him not inside
of her.
The three moved in concert, her mouth and hand and his thrusts.
All too soon, the insistence of his climax began to shove him over the brink and into paradise. He let out a roar that would have rivaled the Kind of the Jungle’s.
Sonya stayed. It surprised and honored him that she suckled him until there was no more left for him to give.
When she finally pulled away, he dragged her up his chest for a quick kiss.
“I’m not sure if I should say thank you or good morning.”
Her gaze skittered away, revealing that she’d performed the ultimate act for him, but she was still shy about it. “Good morning.”
Letting her go, he allowed her to stand.
“I guess you need to head out.”
“Unfortunately.” She smoothed a hand along the buttons of her shirt. “Do you happen to have a spar tooth brush?”
Eyeing the beautiful, professional woman before him, he wondered how things would be between them now. She seemed a little uneasy or unsure about where to look or how to act. He rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed the flat sheet as he went then pulled it into his lap. “Under the sink in a white, plastic grocery bag.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll just brush my teeth then be out so you can get a little more sleep.” She turned to head into the bathroom.
“I’m glad you woke me before you left.” His gratitude for how she had awakened him went without saying. He located his sweats and picked them up from the floor. After he put them on, he went into the living room and waited for her to come out.
“It’s time for me to get on the road.” She walked out of the room and made a beeline to her coat still slung over the couch.
He pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. “Can I get you something to eat? I have bagels.”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. There’s too much on my mind for me to even think about eating.”
By the time he was back in the living room, she had her coat buttoned. He held out the water to her. When her lips parted as if she were prepared to turn it down, he cocked his head to the side.
“Thank you.” She took it.
Reaching out, he grabbed her coat-straps then secured them around her waist. He wanted to pull her into his arms, hug her or give her full, soft, pouty lips a parting kiss. However, it evident to him that she was only present with him physically—her mind already resided at the museum.
“I don’t feel I need to say this, but if you need me, call me or come to me.”
She scrunched her nose in discuss. “In spiderville?” Shaking her head, she went on to say, “I think I’ll be fine.”
“Remember, you don’t make any sudden moves they just mind their own business.” He smiled.
“I’m just going to keep away from them all together.”
“You do know that all places has at least one spi—”
“La-la-la-la…” Her hands smack against her ears.
He chuckled and drew her hands down to her side. “Anyway. Whatever is going on, it will work out.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.”
Her words were evidence that something between them had changed through the night. Regardless of how Sonya may be acting at the moment, she’d needed him and had come to him. He’d continue to show her that she could trust him again with her fears and her heart. In time she’d talk to him about what was going on, too.
“So, am I.”
She turned away then walked to the door and let herself out.
Following her, he paused only a moment to grab a jacket from the hook by the door and put it on. He quickly stepped into the sneakers at the door then traced her steps out to the parking lot.
By the time he stood at the curb she was at her car. The holiday lights adorning the complex twinkled around them as she started up her vehicle.
In minutes he was waving her off before he returned to his apartment. Locking the door behind him and removing his outer garments, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he played about the evening he had with Sonya in his arms. At the moment she had a lot on her plate where her job was concerned, however, in the past he’d made the mistake of allowing her job to take precedence over their relationship. He’d done the same with his degree seeking, but not this time. No matter the outcome professionally for them both, he’d come to Charlotte to get his wife back and there wasn’t anything that was going to stand in his way of achieving that goal.
Not even Sonya.
Chapter Ten
“Hi, Ms. Watson. I’m Agent Caleb Williams from ACT, my colleague Agent Alice Hampton. With us is Mr. Gregory Chastain an investigator from the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crimes.”
Sonya frowned as she shook hands with the two men and woman. “Welcome to you all.”
“Mr. Chastain is here because of the international nature of the artifact.”
“Oh, okay.” She went down the line and introduced everyone present starting with Mr. Kravers, all the employees that worked in her department, the security chief and the owner of the delivery service as well as the driver who grumbled under his breath about missing precious sleep time. “This is Mr. Minton my restoration specialist.” Sonya saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced to her right toward the subbasement elevator.
“Coming in now should be the representative from the insurance company. They were sending a representative,” Kravers announced.
The woman glided toward them, a sharp look in her eyes as she scanned around her taking in everything. The black woman, about five three, was smartly dressed in a smoke gray pants suit. “Lacey Drummond, Räuber Underwriters based out of Zürich, Switzerland.” She held her hand out to Kravers first who approached her.
It was Sonya’s job to know the company that had agreed to back the pieces in her department, even though she didn’t handle anything on that level. Räuber took care of other international pieces in the museum as well.
Introductions went around again, and Sonya kept her eye on the woman, watching how she assessed everyone the same. The look in Ms. Drummond’s eyes placed each of them under suspicion. Sonya wasn’t sure between the FBI and Ms. Drummond who would get to the bottom of the counterfeit first.
“Before we get started with interviews, we want to see the piece.” Williams stepped to Edgar.
“How long is this going to take? I have a business to run.” Mr. Olson, the owner of the delivery service, called out halting the small group’s progression.
Everyone turned, but Agent Williams was the only one to respond to him. “We’ll do our best to have everyone on their way as soon as well can. We know all of your time is valuable.” With that, Williams gave a short wave of his hand signifying that Edgar should continue.
When they arrived at the restoration room, Agent Williams allowed his partner, Ms. Drummond and the man from the UN to enter. When Kravers attempted to enter as well, Mr. Williams place his arm up blocking the museum director.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mr. Kravers aimed a hard look at Williams.
“We’ll handle this privately. The least amount of people aware of the circumstances surrounding the crime is better for the investigation.” Williams afford and brisk nod then entered the room and shut the thick glass door.
Kravers groused, declaring the unfairness of the agents walking into his museum and treating him as if he was of no account in the process. His face was becoming splotchy, red patches showing up from his neck into his face. “This is ridiculous. I have rights. This is my museum.”
Sonya knew the director. He was a micromanager that had to be in control of everything that happened under the museum roof. So, this situation had to cause his boxers to twist and bunch right up into his backside.
“I know how you feel, sir. I hate being on the other side of this glass door as well.” Her comment was to try and soothe his ruffled feathers. Kravers wasn’t her favorite person but he was her boss and she gave him her respect.
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�What do you know about what I am going through?” He bit out, not even giving her the decency of looking her direction when he spoke to her. His arms were tucked tight against his chest and he kept snake eyes aimed at the thick soundless pane watching every movement of the people inside. “How am I supposed to alleviate the concerns of the board members when I know nothing of the goings on? I should be on the inside.”
“You’re right.” That was the only thing she could say that was safe. Bringing her hands behind her back, she laced her fingers together and held them tight. Mr. Kravers was an egotistical man and he was currently showing his ass. Her job was enough at a risk just from the situation, so it was best to keep career at least.
He faced her, pinning her with a disenchanted glare. “I don’t have to tell you that I had my concerns about this exhibit for over a year. This proves I should have stuck with my first decision not to allow it to take place.” His nostrils flared. “I won’t make that mistake again.” He swept passed her. “If they are looking for me I will be in my office.”
Sonya stumbled back on shaky legs. If Kravers had slapped her, she wouldn’t have been more shocked. She could empathize with his anger at the situation, but to take all his vicious emotions out on her was wrong. She took three deep breaths and swallowed, feeling as if acid was streaming down her throat as she bit back her rage.
The urge to chase him down and give him a piece of her mind about his piss poor management and the difference he perpetually showed made her see red. But, feeling eyes on her she glanced at her staff and the delivery personnel. However, they were all glanced around at the ceiling and floor as if they found something of interest. Turning, she found the source, Ms. Drummond. The insurance rep had her back to the agents, no doubt still hearing everything, but was staring boldly at her through the glass.
Straightening her blouse, and feeling like she was a fish in a bowl, Sonya offered the woman a short nod and went toward the group of men attempting to keep themselves occupied. This day was going to be long. Any distraction and stress release she’d found in Parkers arms last night was gone—dissipated like smoke after a roaring fire.
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