Dylan kissed her on the forehead, pulling her close. Lust spiralled through her thighs at his touch. After all that rock tonight, Sarah couldn’t wait to get back to his place for some roll.
Mr Quinlan Senior pulled her back to the present. “So, Joseph, I assume you’re dropping out of college? I wouldn’t blame you one bit.”
All eyes turned to Joseph, like spectators at a very small tennis match. “Well, I may as well stay and finish my degree. I’ve done two years; one more won’t hurt. And you never know when I might need that qualification.”
Mr Quinlan smiled proudly at his son. “Whatever you decide will be the right thing. You did yourself proud tonight. I only wish Ivan could’ve been here to see you in action. He was always so supportive of your music.”
“I know, dad.” Joseph smiled sadly. It was obvious to Sarah that he was dying to tell his parents the truth, but he’d been sworn to secrecy. He glanced at Adam and Dylan. “But, hey, one of my brothers secretly arranged for you two to be here, right?”
“Guilty,” Adam said, raising his hand.
Joseph shrugged. “So I’m pretty sure Ivan was around somewhere, too. He wouldn’t have missed my gig for the world.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sarah felt sexy as she strolled into Dylan’s apartment in her little black dress and heels, wrapped up in his arms. This place felt somehow different tonight – more homey. It still consisted of the same dull cream carpets and characterless furnishings, but the essence of the apartment – if an apartment had an essence – seemed to be shimmering with a warm fuzzy glow of contentment. Or perhaps it was just her.
Dylan closed the door and kissed her strongly in the hallway. “Alright, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. I was so proud of Joseph tonight. And it was amazing to see your parents again!”
“The concert was awesome,” Dylan said, holding her tight in his arms. “But the night is young.”
Arousal flushed through Saran’s body. “It sure is.”
Dylan caressed her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable, okay? I’m just gonna call Detective Edwards.”
She frowned. “The police?”
“Yeah, I think it’s time I shared my information. I’ll tell the detective to meet me at Orlov’s office tomorrow – she can take over where I leave off.”
“Okay – sounds like a good plan. I’ll go make us some tea; see you in a minute.”
Sarah kissed him ‘goodbye’ and strolled into the kitchen where she automatically flicked on the kettle. Her mind drifted back to the Russian-looking guys at the gig, and her shoulders tensed, making her shiver. This kitchen was huge and she felt exposed standing near the window. She glanced around, still feeling as if they were being followed, but Dylan seemed relaxed, so she decided to calm herself too. She breathed into her belly and reminded herself that she was safe. She switched on the radio and smiled, hoping that one day that she’d hear Joseph’s songs streaming through the speakers. He definitely had the musical talent and the stage charisma. Perhaps he also needed a little luck. But Sarah knew the harder people worked, the luckier they seemed to get.
Dylan swaggered back with a suggestive smirk on his face. “Hey, sweetheart. I missed you.”
She leaned against the granite counter and laughed. “Me too. How was the detective?”
“Fine. She said she’ll be there at noon, so the trap is set. I just hope Mikhail comes up with the goods, but… hey, you look tense; you okay?”
“Yeah. It was a great evening. I’m feeling a bit… it’s been a crazy week, Dylan.”
“I know, but it’s almost over, okay. And for now… Allow me to help you relax.” He stood in front of her and kissed her strongly. “Turn around.”
Sarah’s tension unwound. She smiled and turned to face the counter, gripping it with her fingers. Dylan stepped close behind and massaged her shoulders, pressing his hard cock against her. Her body sank into him and her lust swirled deliciously in her thighs.
“Like that?”
“Oh… yes, Dylan.”
He moved his hands down her curvy body and gripped his fingers around her waist, gently rocking her hips back and forth and rubbing his rock-hard cock against her ass. He moved his hands down to the hem of her short dress and lifted up the material, exposing her panties.
He let out a pensive, “Hmm…” Then he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered. “You’re wearing stockings… Fuck you’re hot, Sarah.”
He nibbled her ear, causing her lust to skyrocket as he grabbed her butt cheeks roughly in his hands and squeezed tight. Still pressing himself against her, he undid his trousers and fished out his hard-on. Sarah expected him to bend her over the counter and take her hard and rough from behind – knowing he’d ensure she climaxed. But instead, he rubbed his hard cock between her thighs, skimming it over the soft cotton of her panties and making her wet. Dylan enjoyed drawing out the pleasure, and today was no exception.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, making her feel secure as he continued to tease his firm cock between her thighs. Then he kissed her on the side of the face and whispered, “Turn to face me, babe, I need to see your sexy tits.”
On trembling lust-filled legs, Sarah turned around in her high heels and faced him. He was so handsome and cool with his gorgeous brown curls, rugged stubble, and strong build. Even though he wasn’t wearing his suit tonight – instead he was wearing jeans and a casual shirt – he still looked powerful and dominating. Sarah never grew tired of looking at him – her heart surged with love and her pussy surged with lust as their eyes met. Dylan kissed her passionately as he yanked down her dress at the front. The dress material was tight, so the lower-half of the garment was still pushed up around her hips, and – now that her bra was also exposed – she felt slutty and sexy. He whipped off her bra with a well-practised flourish, then pushed her against the counter to suck and tease her nipples.
Sarah let her head drop back as he tongued her breasts, making them plump and sending electric fizzes into her soul. She grinned, feeling arousal crackle between her thighs. She needed to feel this man fucking her right now.
He stood up straight and took ahold of her hand. “Come over here and ride me, hotstuff.”
Sarah giggled. He led her across the tiles – with her tits and ass hanging out of her dress – and sat himself against a wooden cupboard door. Still standing, Sarah straddled his thighs, then she toppled off balance in her heels as he grabbed her ass and pulled her pelvis towards his mouth. She ground her hips into his face as his tongue delved into her panties, and he pressed his tongue-tip hard against her clit. She gasped at the luscious delight soaring through her body. She felt so sexy in her stockings and heels, with her dress pushed up and falling down, grinding herself into her gorgeous man’s lips. He pulled away – realising that she might come too soon – and gazed up at her. Her wetness glistened around his mouth, and he looked primal, like a hungry animal. He held her hand and gently pulled her downwards – bending his legs at the knees so she could sit in his lap and lean back against his thighs. She felt secure like this, with him supporting her from behind – gazing into each other’s lust-filled eyes. She glanced down and saw that his straining cock was sticking out hungrily in front of her panties. All she had to do was hold it up straight and she could feel him deep inside her.
He reached out and ran his thumb across one of her nipples, jabbing delight all over her throbbing body.
“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart,” he said.
Sarah grinned. Maintaining sizzling eye contact with him, she seductively sucked her first two fingers, and then she rubbed her wetness around her nipple, sending electric lust deep into her yearning thighs. He watched captivated.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said.
Dylan dug his fingers into her stocking-clad thighs, almost unable to control himself. Sarah felt powerful as she leaned forward and offered her fingers for him to suck. It felt amazing as he took them in his mouth and ran his tongue
over them, exploring them as he would do her pussy. He groaned, sending gorgeous vibes over her fingertips, which reverberated all around her body.
Sarah retrieved her fingers then – gazing seductively into his eyes – she lowered her damp fingers into her panties to play with her clit, while absent-mindedly sliding her wet pussy over his straining cock. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the glorious feeling of masturbating – excited to know that her audience of one was enjoying the performance as much as she was.
Sarah groaned lustfully as she plunged her fingers deep inside herself, curving them round to reach her sweet G-spot, and relishing the gorgeous feeling as they filled her up.
“I need to get myself ready for you…” she whispered. “…Ready to ride you hard.”
Sarah withdrew her fingers then raised herself up and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Dylan delved in his pocket for a condom and quickly did the honours, then he held his cock straight while Sarah hovered above him, allowing the head to slip inside her panties and penetrate the opening of her pussy, which sent tingles of bliss throughout her body. She tilted her hips back and forth fast, rapidly rubbing the head of his cock just inside her, savouring the excitement of this thrilling moment.
Dylan grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her down over his cock. Sarah closed her eyes and gasped, enjoying the sensation of him filling her up. He was so big. He filled her completely, making her groan with pleasure. Her eyes automatically closed as she took a moment to get comfortable, then she opened her eyes, and grinned into his handsome face.
“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered. “And I’m gonna possess you until you can’t think straight.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but she felt him straining inside her, so she began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first – eking out the pleasure – but soon the pace quickened and she rode him faster and faster.
Dylan gripped her hips with his strong hands, speeding up the rhythm even more, and rubbing her moistened clit over his toned abdomen – sending delicious euphoria into her pussy with each thrust. He slapped her hard on the hip as she felt the orgasm catch, and her pleasure rushed over her writhing body like a flood of ecstasy, making her cry out involuntarily.
“You’re mine, Sarah Newell,” she heard Dylan say from a faraway place. “Mine forever.”
Volts of pleasure gripped her body carrying her away on a glorious sensation of delight. The passion caused her physical body to dissolve into light, and she was struck with an overwhelming sense that she and Dylan were in a magical area of the universe where they owned each other. The orgasm bound them together, possessing them and connecting them to each other with joy. Slowly the intense delight faded into a snuggly sensation of happiness. Sarah vaguely remembered that they were together on the kitchen floor – not zooming through the universe – so she opened her eyes and grinned at him. He looked supercool and utterly in control, but his eyes were full of love.
And Sarah loved him. “That was amazing!”
“You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
His cock juddered, sending more pleasure into Sarah – giving her an extra dollop of delight.
Dylan held out his arms, so Sarah collapsed down onto his toned chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. His strong embrace fell around her.
She sighed. “It all seems worth it when I experience moments like that with you, Dylan.”
“What seems worth it?”
She pushed herself up and gazed lovingly into his eyes “All the trouble that accompanies you.”
Dylan coiled her hair in his fingers. “Tomorrow it’ll all be over, I swear. We’ll be safe. We’ll be able to get to know each other without a bunch of Russians tailing us. Okay?”
“Okay.” The sight of Dylan’s wonderful body and handsome face caused arousal to spiral through her again. She ran her fingers over his stubble. “But until then, I’m very happy to hide-out here. We’ve got all night – I’m sure we can think of something to do!”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
This time Dylan wasn’t taking any chances of his car being sabotaged – he was taking taxicabs all the way. The little café was practically empty today, other than the young Russian spy sitting in the corner, engrossed in his coffee and ancient laptop. Dylan and Sarah halted at his table, not bothering to sit down.
Mikhail looked up. “Right on time.”
“You got what we need?”
Mikhail reached under the table and pulled out a bundle of papers. “Everything of Natalia’s is right here. Her ID, also printouts of the emails she sent about Orlov and his corruption. I wish I could be there when that bastard gets what’s coming to him.”
Dylan took the papers. “This lot must be worth quite a bit to your organisation – but you trust me and Sarah?”
“I know you will do what you say you will. Natalia trusted you enough to have an affair with you, so I should trust you too, yes?”
“You want these back?”
“Leave them with Orlov’s gang. They need to see what sort of woman he was married to. I want them to know how stupid he was to let his dick control his brain. He gave up a lot of secrets during the pillow talk, you know.”
“And what will you do now?” Sarah asked.
“I will go back to Russia. Lie low. Mourn my beloved. Continue to fight for our homeland and freedom.”
Dylan offered his hand. “Good luck.”
Mikhail shook it firmly. “And to think I was going to kill you less than a week ago.”
The three of them laughed nervously. Dylan stashed the papers in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, then led Sarah back out into the sunshine, where the cab was still waiting.
Dylan had been to Orlov’s office several times during the negotiation process, but the plush Central London building seemed smaller today; less intimidating. He held Sarah’s hand as they strode into the lobby where Detective Edwards and her male partner were sitting on a leather couch, drinking takeout tea and chatting casually in their plainclothes. Trying not to give the game away.
The detective looked tense, but Dylan was confident that in less than ten minutes, she’d have her murder case solved.
She scowled as Dylan and Sarah drifted over. “Mr Quinlan, I’m not happy about this plan. We don’t usually allow civilians to –”
He held up his hands. “Well, sure, if you want to go up there now and arrest him with no confession or evidence, be my guest.”
She opened her mouth to give a gruff reply, but then she closed it again and shook her head. “If he kills you, I’ll tell your family ‘I told you so’. Alright?”
Dylan chuckled. “It’s a deal. You got your cell-phone number? I’ll call you so you can record the whole thing, okay?”
“Yes, go on then.”
He winked at her and she almost smiled. He called her, then placed his own phone in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “Can you hear me?” he asked.
The detective held her phone to her ear. “I can.”
“Perfect. Sarah, sweetheart, stay here with the detectives and I’ll be right back, okay.”
Sarah threw her arms around him and kissed him hard, attracting a few looks from the reception staff. “Be careful, Dylan. I’m not losing you again.”
He laughed and eased himself away. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Dylan made his way in the elevator to the third floor and summoned up his cockiest stance as he strode down the lavish corridor towards the heavy wooden doors of Orlov’s office.
He drew on the strength of his brothers – Adam’s charms, Ivan’s fighting spirit, and Joseph’s optimism – and they merged together in his chest, along with his deep love for Sarah. After this was over, they’d be free to love each other safely again. And this time he was never letting her go.
He threw open the door without knocking and ambled inside. The huge boardroom overlooked the stunning London skyline, and the massive windows made the whole space feel light and airy. But
the main feature of the room right now were the eight burly Russian men sitting in expensive leather chairs around the long boardroom table dressed in designer suits, all staring at Dylan with their mouths open. Dylan recognised most of them from Orlov’s party. The guy who’d been led away that night was conspicuous in his absence. But the others were here and waiting to see what Dylan wanted. They were managing to keep as cool as Orlov – who was sitting in the centre of the boardroom table, drumming his fingers on the polished wood.
Dylan stared directly into his eyes, refusing to be intimidated by how young and good-looking his nemesis was. “Hi, Vlad.”
“Mr Quinlan,” Orlov said coolly. “I think you are early for our meeting.”
“No, actually, I’m right on time.” He strolled into the room and stood at the head of the table – as eight pairs of fiery Russian eyes scrutinised him. “You see, the thing is, I thought you and I should confess our dirty secret to your buddies here. I’m sure they’d like to know all about that little thing you lost, huh?”
Orlov’s face didn’t flicker. “Well, please be welcome to confess all, Mr Quinlan, but it would be like committing suicide. They will merely torture you until they get it back.”
A middle-aged balding Russian glared at Orlov. “Get what back?”
Orlov stared at Dylan, daring him to expose their secret.
Dylan shook his head in mock-disapproval. “Alright, I’ll tell you. Orlov’s lost the blueprint for the perpetual motion device. Can you believe that? I mean, who’d do that?”
The atmosphere in the spacious room turned as chilly as an Arctic glacier – and much more destructive. Dylan saw Orlov run a finger nervously inside his shirt collar. Perhaps one person in here was beginning to feel the heat…
A stern-looking bullet-faced Russian banged his fist on the table, making it shake. “Is this true, Vladimir?”
Orlov refused to become rattled. “Our friend here has it. I assume he thinks he can blackmail us with it, but he obviously doesn’t know Russians very well. He will give it back or he knows what will happen.”
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