“Come inside me and fuck me hard, Matt,” I begged desperately, grabbing his shoulders to try and pull him to his feet.
He groaned and stood up, revealing his massive erection that looked like he would burst anytime. “God, Kate,” he panted. “I could suck on your clit forever.”
I moaned, unable to string together anything coherent.
“You taste so good when you come for me. My cock wants inside you so bad now.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in as he positioned himself to enter me. I lifted my hips to meet him as he slid his inflamed cock into my soaked channel. His thrusts were gentle at first, then built up to a powerful attack that would bury his manhood inside me to the root. It was pure, intoxicating pleasure and sent my mind hurling out of my body with decadent desire. I grabbed him at the waist with both hands, pulling him into me as the force of his barrage intensified with every jolt. My arousal expanded, building on top of my earlier orgasm, to where all I wanted to do was rock my hips and scream as loudly as my voice would allow.
“I’m gonna come, Kate,” he growled in a loud wail that could pierce through every room of his office floor.
I bit down on my lip to try and subdue the scream that was unavoidably and inextricably connected to my climax. I came as I felt his hot climax release and spread inside me, sending a shock wave though my quaking body. As he lowered his exhausted body on top of me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my leg drop off the side of the desk, completely satiated.
“That was so much better than the view,” he whispered in my ear. I giggled softly and basked in the moment.
After we both recovered, Matt lifted himself off and kissed my cheek. “I want you again, Kate, like something awful, but we should probably get going now.”
I laughed because I felt the same way, and nodded in agreement. He stood up and gathered our things, while I walked around to the other side of his desk and picked up the stuff that had fallen from his desk. We got dressed quickly, and headed out to meet his men at the elevators.
“Wait,” he said. “I forgot something.” He ran back to the office beside his, and emerged with a sleek smartphone raised skyward as he walked back to me. “For you, Miss Samuel.”
“Oh, thanks so much,” I said.
“It’s activated and has everything you need. You can keep it. Unless you want something newer? I can have something picked up for you tomorrow if you want.”
“I doubt there’s anything newer than this phone,” I said, looking at the screen and thumbing through the apps. “It’s at least a couple years newer than mine.”
“Then it’s yours now.”
“Thanks baby,” I said and reached up to kiss his cheek.
“It’s nothing,” he answered. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”
Chapter 6
I’m not sure what it was about getting back onto the street and into the limousine, but it got me obsessing over George and Richard again. I made another attempt to convince Matt to help me find them. He was just as adamant.
“Why can’t we look for them, Matt?” I asked.
“It’s dangerous work, Kate. You know the job I have. I can’t interfere with police business. They have to follow their own investigative process.” he said.
“Then maybe I should follow my process,” I answered.
“Are you listening to yourself, Kate?” Matt said, raising his voice to a level that made Ross look at us through the rear view mirror.
Hero disbelief.
He noticed Ross’s glance and lowered his voice. “You’re not being logical right now. What exactly do you think we can do? By all accounts, these are dangerous criminals. We could be dealing with powerful people. The thing is, we don’t know yet. We don’t know why you’re being targeted. We don’t know if it’s the same people that have George and Richard. We don’t know who they are. The last thing you want to do is to make it three people that the police are looking for.”
I looked at him, and didn’t answer at first. Logically, he made complete sense. I however, still had this part of me that was compelled to do something. “I understand what you’re saying, Matt. It just doesn’t change how I feel. Those people want me. They want something that they think I have or know. And they just scooped up two people who are completely innocent for that information. Because of me, Matt.”
“And that’s exactly why we’re letting the police work it out,” he insisted. “Look. I don’t want anything to happen to you. These people aren’t likely to be the kind you can walk up to and ask for George and Richard back. And yes, maybe someone took them to get to you. But it’s still not your...”
“Don’t tell me it’s not my fault another time,” I cut him off. “It may not be my fault, but the people on the other end of that text want me. And they were willing to kill me at the hotel, plant a bomb where I work, and now, kidnap my friends to get to me. I can’t stand by and let anything happen to George and Richard. They’ve been through enough. I need to do something. I need to know what these people want.”
“Why do you keep saying they’ve been through enough? Matt asked. “What is it that they’ve been through?”
I hesitated. I didn’t feel it was my place to share, and it didn’t feel like what happened to them was relevant. “I don’t want to get into it right now.”
“Well, it’s clearly bothering you,” he answered. “Maybe you’d feel better if you shared.”
“No, Matt. I’ll feel better if they were back home and safe.”
“Listen to me, Kate,” he said, and turned to face me. “You must know there are some things that the police have to handle. This is one of those things. What good would it do to put yourself in more danger? Actually, forget about that question. For some reason you’re looking at this from a standpoint that’s illogical, impractical, and just plain dangerous.”
“What about your men?”
“What about them?” he asked.
“Can they do something?” I asked. “They’re trained and armed. Can’t they investigate privately to help out?”
“They can,” he answered. “If I tell them to do that. Private investigation is one thing. I just won’t give them an order to potentially hamper the police’s investigation. It’s too soon to have them involved. Besides, we need them to protect you.”
“So what good is a whole army of security staff if they can’t help at a time like this?”
Matt didn’t answer right away. He paused and squeezed my hand. “You know,” he started. He put on a devious smile. “I liked a lot more of what you said when you were spread out on my office desk.”
His attempt at changing the subject didn’t work. I turned away and stared through the car window. We were about a block from his condo. Matt was right, but I couldn’t shake the compulsion to take some form of action. I knew it was my guilt driving the urge, and in spite of Matt and Detective Bateman’s cautions, I would keep trying to convince Matt. Or do something myself. After all, he didn’t know that when I was in the ladies’ room at the police station, I had written down the number of the person who had sent me the threatening text.
* * *
When we arrived at the condo, the team Matt had sent ahead had cleared all the rooms, so we took the elevator up right away. He excused the men who had been waiting upstairs as soon as we got off the elevator.
“I need a shower,” I said under my breath and walked away to head up the stairs to my room.
Before I could get too far, he grabbed my arm gently and pulled me to him. “You’re not upset with me, are you?”
“No, not with you, just with the situation,” I said. “I wish we could do more for my friends.”
“I know,” he answered. “I just don’t like seeing you so down and out.”
“I’ll be fine once I know they’re safe and okay.”
He nodded. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can eat at a time like this,” I answered.
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bsp; “C’mon you’ve got to eat,” he persisted. “I can order takeout and send Ross to pick it up.”
“I’m really not hungry at all.”
“Well I’m starving,” he said. “And Yolanda won’t leave the Hamptons until Sara flies out to go back to school. The two of them missed each other so much. Yolanda almost flew out to LA to be with Sara when my mom passed away. She really is like family.” He paused and looked toward the kitchen as though imagining Yolanda was there. Slowly, he looked back at me. “Getting back to my point, we’re on our own for food.”
He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and a few cupboards. He phoned Ross and belted out a long list of groceries to pick up, as well as some menu items he wanted from Sabatini’s. I stopped him as he spoke to Ross, and offered to cook something instead.
“Are you sure you feel like cooking?”
“No,” I sulked. “But it’ll get my mind off of everything. And if it doesn’t, it’ll at least keep me busy. You know what they say about idle hands?”
“Well I had been hoping to keep your hands and the rest of you busy with other things,” he teased. His smile was comforting, in a small way. He turned to finish the food order with Ross, and then hung up. “You know what? I think I know exactly what you need.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“Wait right here,” he said with much more enthusiasm than I had heard in his voice since our mini argument in the car. He disappeared up the stairs and came back a few minutes later with a large fleece blanket and two thick comforters.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“Follow me,” he called out as he walked toward the balcony. He took off his jacket and stepped out on the balcony, sitting on a wide lounge chair near the sliding doors. He fiddled with something beside him, and called out to me. “Take your jacket off and come sit with me.” He lay back, but kept one leg over the side, inviting me to sit between his legs.
“It’s freezing cold out there,” I said from the doorway. “How is that going to help?”
“Just trust me and get your sexy ass over here,” he held out one hand, looking up at me with the warmest eyes. Heck, I couldn’t say no. I sat and he draped the covers over us. As I lay back on his chest, I could feel his body heat, and the warmth of the covers.
“Mmmm. How are these already so warm?” I asked.
“See?” he showed me the cord plugged into the outlet beside him. “Heated blankets are the best.”
“Ahhh. It’s nice,” I said politely, a little underwhelmed at his suggestion that it was exactly what I needed, but going along with it in any case.
“And look out there,” he pointed toward the other buildings and scenery in the distance. “It’s one of the best evenings to take in the view out here.”
“How so?” I wondered how it could be any nicer than any other day.
“See for yourself. Or rather, listen.”
With all the chaos, I had forgotten it was still Christmas day. It had felt like it when we woke up that morning, but it had transformed to a day in purgatory since the text, except for our little escape at his office. I smiled and relaxed in his arms as I recalled an image of him lapping voraciously between my legs.
There was so little noise outside, it was almost peaceful. No car horns. Barely any city traffic. No screaming people. Just the rustling of a slight winter breeze that wove its way around the tall buildings nearby. I closed my eyes and briefly took in the quiet. As great as it was sitting in the safety of Matt’s comforting warmth, it wasn’t long before my mind wandered back to George and Richard. They were out there somewhere.
“I’m going up to have a shower, okay?” I told Matt.
“Sure. You’re worried about them, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I answered. I pulled out of his embrace and stood up to go back inside.
“You go ahead,” he said. He looked at his watch. “I’ll wait until after dinner.”
I leaned down and kissed him, then went inside and up to my room. I heard the elevator chime just before I closed my door. It meant Matt would be busy, so I had some time. I took out the phone Matt gave me, and the piece of paper I had used to scribble down the phone number. I knew that eventually, Matt would find out what I was about to do. I looked at the two items in my hand, and briefly wondered how much of Matt’s trust I was about to strip away.
I thought that he’d just have to understand that I had no choice but to do this. I opened the text application of the phone and keyed in the number. I sent the simple text message.
This is Kate Samuel. What exactly do you want from me? Do you have George and Richard Wilkinson? If you do, please let them go.
I looked at the message and hesitated for a short time. I quickly hit the send button and hoped I wasn’t making things worse. There was no reply right away, so I tucked the phone and piece of paper into my purse and went to the next room to find some clothes to change into after my shower. I picked out a simple, two-piece cotton pajama pant set, and a sweater and jeans to wear the next day. I took the things back to my room and undressed in the room before going into the shower.
Chapter 7
I left the bathroom and wore my towel to get dressed in the bedroom. Fuck, I thought as I walked into the room. I really fucked up now. Matt was standing beside the bed. My purse was open on the bed and the phone he gave me was in the hand he held up to me.
“Why did you take out the phone?” I asked as I towel-dried my hair. I was doing my best to be nonchalant.
“I came up here to call you down for dinner,” he said. “The phone was ringing, so I answered.”
“Why did you do that?” Inside, my stress was mounting. I was in deep shit.
“I just gave you the phone, Kate. I thought it was one of my staff or my assistant. I wasn’t going to answer at first, but it kept ringing, so I did.”
“So who was it?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.
“You know who it was, Kate,” he did nothing to contain any of his disappointment or anger. “What have you done?”
“What did they say?” I could deal with his anger another time. If they took the time to call back, there was a chance we could bargain with them.
He could barely look at me. “You just put us and your friends in more danger, Kate.” So much for diplomacy and mincing words.
Hero contempt.
“What do you mean?”
“The person on the other end said, ‘You can run but you can’t hide. You and your bitch are dead,’ then hung up and texted us a picture of an amputated finger. ”
I gasped in horror. “You don’t think it’s... ”
“I don’t know if they hurt your friends. I called Bateman. Get dressed. He’s on his way over. I requested that he send some officers to come and help my team keep watch.” He sat on the bed, exasperated.
“I…I’m sorry, Matt,” I admitted. All my hope was deflated. And I felt brand new waves of guilt from my most recent transgression. I put the sweater and jeans on, knowing I would probably not be sleeping anytime soon. I sat beside him, hoping the proximity would help him understand why I did it. “I thought I could help by trying…”
“You were wrong, Kate,” he said as he stood and began pacing the floor. “You didn’t help. You did exactly what you promised not to do just hours ago. Now they know where we are. And you’ve probably compromised whatever the police may have intended to do.”
Matt’s own phone rang and he ignored it the first time. When it rang again, he tilted it to see who was calling. It was his security team leader. Detective Bateman was downstairs.
“Yes, send them up,” he confirmed and hung up. We walked toward the hallway and turned back to me. “They’re here. Let’s get downstairs.”
By the time we got downstairs, the detective was stepping off the elevator, with a short young man in tow. He was dressed in plain clothes, wore horn-rimmed glasses and carried a large backpack and a roll-away suitcase. They wasted no time on introducti
ons or pleasantries.
“Come on in, Bateman,” Matt greeted the detective and showed him and the young man to the living room. He handed the phone I used to the small man. “Rogers, this is the phone.”
“Thanks, I’ll get started, but may need to take this back to the precinct for better analysis,” he answered. I assumed that he was some kind of technology analyst.
We all sat down and Matt turned his attention back to Detective Bateman. “You mentioned you had a break on the Holsteins? What have you learned?”
“We’re still piecing it together,” the detective answered. “It’s possible that everything that’s happened to Miss Samuel since the fire could be tied to the Holsteins and organized crime.”
“The Holsteins were in organized crime?” I asked. “They never came across that way to me.”
“That’s not what I said,” he continued, without looking at me.
“Just let him finish, Kate,” Matt said. “Go ahead, Bateman.”
“After the fire investigation confirmed the fire was arson, we started looking into the Holsteins. It appears that Mr. Holstein had stumbled upon an illegal weapons trade ring. Let me start from the beginning. Mr. Holstein worked in shipping at the port authority. He’s worked there for over 20 years and by all accounts, he was an honest man. No criminal records. Completely clean. It seems that over the years, Mrs. Holstein developed a gambling addiction, and she had racked up some huge debt at several Atlantic City casinos. Their credit eroded and this may be where Mr. Holstein had to intervene.”
“Mr. Holstein’s head supervisor is one of the men that we believe is deep in organized crime. He’s one of the men you saw after the fire, Miss Samuel. Do you recognize this man?” he handed me a single, letter-sized surveillance picture. It looked like one of the men. The suit looked right, but I couldn’t be sure.
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