“I don’t understand. We’ve only known each other for a few months.”
“There are no lengths I wouldn’t go for those I love.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words and the intensity of his onyx gaze. It was time to ask him about the deception of the past few months.
“Why did you lie to me?”
He shook his head. “Because I’m an idiot. I’d just gotten back from a business trip that didn’t go as planned and my head wasn’t on straight. I was pissed about our marriage and about the mess Jonas had created in my life. I decided to see the princess of the Benz empire in action.”
“What did you learn?”
“On paper you seemed to be the opposite of what I expected. And then in person, you blew me away. Our attraction was instantaneous, but the connection that came along with it was even more staggering.”
“You could’ve come clean that night. It would have been a relief to know I was compatible with my betrothed.” I rolled my eyes at the term.
“I liked that you didn’t know me as anything other than as Baz. I was a mystery to you and you got to know the real me, not the one I have to be as the Weber heir. Plus, the fact that you kept pushing me away for a man you never met had me wanting you even more.”
“And knowing I was pushing you away for my fiancé, who happened to be you, didn’t get you off at all,” I added without any inflection to my words.
He grinned in a way that made me want to kiss him. He looked younger than his almost thirty years, like a little boy who was caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“That did add to the challenge.”
“So, does it mean that cheating on you with you is acceptable?”
He pulled my chair closer to him, pushing my jean-clad legs apart and letting his thighs settle in between them.
“If roleplay appeals to you, I have no problem with it.” He cupped my cheek. “Just know that it’s Baz who’s under anything I play.”
He’d spoken of roles and faces so much that until right now, I hadn’t realized the toll being the Weber heir and now head of the family had taken on him.
I’d learned from Papa there was no room for weakness, or someone else would be ready to muscle into leadership.
Sebastian had shown me a side of himself that he never exposed to anyone.
Instead of responding, I turned my face into his palm. He ran a thumb gently over my lips.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
I grinned. “Yes, but I reserve the right to bring it up whenever I feel like it. Especially when you piss me off.”
“Then I guess I better do my best to stay in your good graces.” He lifted my face for a light peck. “How about if I start with a few orgasms to help with the stress of running a business?”
Sebastian
I stared into Isa’s blue eyes, which were filled with shock and interest.
“You can’t be serious. Here? Anyone could disturb us.”
“Here.” I skimmed my fingers down her body until I reached the button of her jeans. “The next time you sit in this chair, I want you to imagine orgasming with my face buried in your cunt.”
She licked her plump lips. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
The desire on her face was a sharp contrast to her words.
“I believe it’s the perfect idea.”
Popping the fastening, I lowered the zipper and tugged the denim down. “Lift up.”
She tilted her hips, and I bunched her pants around her heeled boots. Her shoes made her long legs look longer. They were definitely staying on.
“Hold the armrest and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll stop and you won’t get to come until tonight when I’m deep in your wet pussy.”
Fire heated her cobalt gaze as if she was ready to argue but she set her palms on the soft leather.
“Good girl.”
“I’m only complying because you owe me many an orgasm for lying to me.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I know the truth.”
She was the type of woman who loved her control but when she relinquished it, that was when she was happiest.
The night before the truth came out, she’d trusted me in a way I’d never forget. I’d pushed her to explore her sexuality and she’d lost herself in the pleasure. Last night was a sharp contrast. Control was something she resisted giving up. It was a battle between her anger and her desire.
I gripped her waist, adjusting her so I’d have access to the honey that was her pussy.
“Are you ready?”
Her lips parted and her breath came out in short pants. “Yes.”
I lowered my mouth to her exposed belly button, rubbing my lips and jaw around the silky skin and causing goosebumps to appear.
Her hands flexed on the armrest.
Going lower, I let my teeth grab hold of the top of her black lace thong. I pulled at it, letting the fabric slide between her pussy lips and rub her clit.
She whimpered and ground against the material.
I released her underwear and then immediately grabbed it with my hands, snapping the sides.
“Baz. Those were expensive.” The incredulous look on her face had me grinning.
I’d never been the type to smile this much while trying to seduce any woman but then again, none of them were Eloisa Benz…Weber.
“I can afford to buy you more.”
“I don’t need you to buy me anything. I can buy it myself.”
I grabbed hold of her thighs, tugged her forward, and perched her knees against my shoulders.
I looked down at her pants-bound feet and splayed thighs, exposing her slick swollen pussy and immediately felt a shot of precum leak from my cock. This woman was a goddess without trying.
“Duly noted.”
Lowering my face, I blew on her damp slit a second before I descended.
“Oh God,” Isa cried out as her hold on the chair tightened.
I fucked my tongue into her tight cunt, pumping, rolling, and licking.
She tasted like heaven, something I could never get enough of.
One of her hands shifted to my head and I growled, “Put that hand back.”
“Fuck. Sorry,” she said while complying.
Her mewled cries grew louder as her pussy quickened and her hips rose to meet the demands of my mouth.
Pushing my hands under her shirt, I pulled the cups of her bra to the side and pinched her nipples until she moaned and her pussy juices flooded my mouth.
“Baz. Harder.”
My woman liked the edge of pain.
I squeezed harder, releasing her tight buds a second before I knew it was too much, while continuing to tease her clit.
My cock was so hard it was a wonder I hadn’t torn through my pants.
The first thing I planned to do the minute she arrived at our penthouse was bend her over the back of the nearest couch and fuck her hard.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz. I need to come. Make me come.”
I stared up at her beautiful face, flushed with need. Lowering one hand to her soaked slit, I pushed a finger into her quivering pussy and curled it up until I grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves deep in her.
With one last lick to her delicious cunt, she detonated, thrashing her head side to side and digging her nails into the arms of her chair.
Watching her come apart was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I would never get tired of seeing the ecstasy on her face or the way she responded to me.
She was mine and I’d protect her until my dying breath.
“Wow,” Isa exclaimed after she’d finally come down from her orgasm.
I pushed her knees together and then adjusted her body back onto the chair.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
She leaned forward, gripping my shirt and pulling me toward her. Her kiss was hot and hard, and my straining dick ached to be inside her.
Her fingers roamed along the buttons of my shirt and then to the
fastening of my pants. Just as she was about to pop the button, I stayed her hand.
“Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
My cock screamed yes but I knew I couldn’t push it.
“I’m positive one of our people is going to interrupt us at any moment.”
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. “Boss. There’s someone here to see you.”
Isa’s relaxed and sensual demeanor disappeared. “Um. Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right out.”
She stood, pulling her jeans up with her. I steadied her as she lost balance.
“Boss, it’s Bri Amici. She needs to see you immediately.”
I froze. What the hell was Isa doing with a Solon agent? An agent who’d been a handler on my last assignment, specifically for Ana Kipos.
“Tell her to wait. She’s always got something urgent and likes to rush people.”
Isa hurried into the bathroom adjacent to her office. I rose, inhaling deep to keep calm as I thought about all the things she could be doing for Solon. If she was an agent, I’d have heard about it, especially if she was assigned to any of the European divisions. The fact this bit of information had been kept from me only meant it had been scrubbed from the search I’d requested from Interpol.
Fuck, someone in Interpol had kept this from me.
I moved to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall outside it, waiting for Isa to emerge.
The second she did, I asked, “Why are you meeting with a Solon agent?”
Her eyes grew big. “How do you know about Bri?”
“You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
“She hired me to appraise some items she collected.”
Her answer was plausible, but nothing was that simple when Solon was involved. They liked to recruit people with connections and ties to all walks of life and usually people with backgrounds of affluence. They also had no qualms about using tactics that broke the law to achieve their goals.
“And?”
She glared at me. “An answer for an answer.”
I knew I had to give a little. “I’ve helped Bri with a few assignments.”
“What kinds of assignments?” Worry flashed across her face, telling me she knew that Bri specialized in the division involved in handling sex-trafficking cases.
“Are you thinking I can’t take care of myself, Isa?”
“No. She…she has a habit of working on the most dangerous of projects.”
I picked up her hand and brought it to my face, kissing her fingertips. “I need you to remember I’m only Baz with you. In the outside world, I’m Sebastian Weber, notorious businessman and now head of one of the most dangerous organizations in Europe. My reputation isn’t fabricated.”
An impatient knock rapped on the door.
“Bella, open the door. I wait for no one. You can fuck on your own time,” a voice called in Italian-accented German.
Isa groaned. “She has the spoiled Italian socialite thing down pat. No one would suspect she could kill a man in two moves.”
“I heard that.”
“We aren’t done with this discussion.” I stared into Isa’s blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Isa moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened to a beautiful woman with a fur coat around her shoulders, a designer outfit hot off the runway, and a handbag worth a few hundred thousand Euros.
“Hello, Herr Weber.” Her accent switched to one only a native German speaker could have pulled off.
There was mischief in her gaze that said she knew Isa was mine and what we were doing.
Which only meant she was here to cause trouble.
“Signorina Amici,” I said with a perfect Italian inflection.
She scanned me from head to toe, lingering on my still half-hard cock a fraction too long before meeting my eyes. “Marriage looks good on you.”
“You should try it. I know your intended would appreciate an official date.”
The sneer that touched her lips nearly had me laughing. She’d been promised to one of the sons of her father’s blue-blood friends. Someone I considered a friend and who happened to be in the same line of work I was in. Interpol and head of an organized family. Though his business revolved around financing the projects of other families.
I’d learned on one of my first joint operations with Solon that Bri had a low opinion of arranged marriages and never planned to follow through with hers. She’d created a very public spoiled-brat image to give reason for her never-ending engagement. Too bad for her, her fiancé was about to call her bluff.
“I’ll let Isa tell me if it’s worth the trouble and then perhaps entertain the idea.” Her attention turned to Isa. “This is what you turned down my proposal for. Bella, I never expected you to go soft for a big dick.”
Isa’s face went deep red.
“On that note, I’ll leave you ladies to finish business.” I walked over to Isa, cupped the back of her head, and drew her in for a kiss. “We’ll discuss your secret activities when you get home.”
Before she could respond, I strode out the door.
13
Isa
“How do you know Ba…Sebastian? And why would you say the big-dick part in front of him?”
“Because the activities you didn’t want me to see and made me wait for hadn’t cooled in his blood.”
Dear God, Bri had been checking out Baz’s package. If I didn’t know she was half in love with her unwanted fiancé, I’d have punched her.
That was probably not a good idea, since she was a spy and all that and could kill me without breaking a sweat. The pampered princess was a lethal weapon who’d taught me most of my moves.
“And the first part of my question?” I couldn’t hide my annoyance.
A knowing smile touched Bri’s lips. “My higher-ups have kept an eye on him for years. He is… How do you say it?” She tapped her lips. “A person of interest.”
That was a crock of bull.
There was something between Baz and Bri that rubbed me the wrong way. It was as if she knew more about my husband than I did.
Hell, she probably did.
The man I’d met over the last few months for coffee dates was a lie. One couldn’t run an organized family like Sebastian’s or be the son of an asshole like Jonas Weber and be the Baz I’d fallen for.
I guess time would reveal the truth.
The one thing I was sure of was that my husband could make me come over and over again. At least, we were sexually compatible.
“Could you be any vaguer?”
“Of course, I could.”
“I really hate you sometimes. No wonder Ana quit on you.”
“Ana quit because the reason for her leaving to join my circus came back for her and impregnated her. Pregnancy and the agency aren’t a good combination.”
She studied me and sighed. “You’re going to be next. Deny he fucks you every chance he gets.”
“We’ve been married less than a day.”
“I know a woman who’s tasted the goods before the purchase. Did you try to kill him when you found out he was pretending to be an ordinary businessman?”
I narrowed my gaze and smacked my desk. “You were having me watched?” I threw my hands in the air. “You could have saved me the humiliation of finding out after the fact. Dammit, Bri, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
Bri shrugged. “I like both of you. And you weren’t in danger. Weber protects his own. Besides, it was quite entertaining to see the unguarded side of both of you.”
“Baz and I are not a fucking soap opera for your entertainment.”
“Baz?”
I clenched my teeth. “If I didn’t like you so much, I’d have quit helping you years ago.”
“You love me, bella. Admit it. Especially since I bring you treats from your favorite bakery in Milano.”
She pulled out a box from her handbag and handed it to me. Who the fuck keeps baked goods in a bag worth more
than people’s homes?
Briana Amici, of course.
I took the box and opened the lid, inhaling the sweet scent of bomboloni, an Italian version of doughnut holes, and cream-filled cannolis. Pulling one of the doughnuts out, I quickly hid the box in one of my desk drawers and then took a big bite of the doughy piece of heaven.
My staff always seemed to find their way to my office after one of Bri’s visits and then would sucker me into sharing my stash of treats.
“Why are you here, Bri? Other than to annoy the crap out of me.”
She walked over to my door, shut it, and then strolled to the seat across from my desk before sitting down.
“There’s a hit out on Sebastian.”
I stopped chewing and set my treat on a napkin. “Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
“How do you know this?”
“Some of our tech sleuths heard chatter on the web.”
By “web,” she meant the dark web. The part of the Internet ninety-nine percent of the world never accessed but where the dirtiest, darkest, and most dangerous deals occurred, from arms deals and assassination plots to the bartering of humans.
“Why are you telling me and not him?”
“Because our association isn’t public knowledge.” She paused, and then continued. “And he wouldn’t believe me. Your husband is so used to having a target on his head, he doesn’t take any new threat seriously. He’s all business except when it comes to you. He deviated from the norm. He softened for you. He’ll listen to you.”
I found it hard to believe.
As if seeing my doubt, she said, “I’ve known him for the last five years. He handles his business efficiently and has a single-minded focus toward his goals. You are the one person he has put everything on hold for. He spent time with you, he got to know you, he showed you a side of him no one, I mean no one, has ever seen.”
The way she described Sebastian reminded me of Papa. The people he softened with were Mama and me.
“What do you expect me to do? We’ve been married less than a day.”
“I need you to get him out of town.”
“I can’t leave, I have multiple fucking businesses to run.”
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