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“You will. I’ll make certain of it. Can you tell me anything about them?”
“I wish I could,” I said. “The first guy was wearing a mask. He could have been hiding in the room. There was no sound at first. I was outside for fifteen minutes.”
“Well, they were professionals.”
“After you or me?”
“Maybe both.” He headed for the door and I needed him more than I had before.
“Don’t go.”
Kendrick had his hand on the door, his entire torso heaving from what I could tell was extreme anger. “I need to find out who’s behind this. I won’t rest until I do.”
“Can’t it wait for a few minutes?”
As he slowly turned his head, the look he gave me was carnal. “Do you need to be a bad girl?”
“I am a bad girl. I just need to forget for a little while.”
After taking a deep breath, he locked the door. Then he advanced like a predator, yanking off his jacket and tossing it aside. “You’re hurt. You need to heal.”
“You obviously haven’t figured out how tough I am.”
He laughed then tugged at his tie, ripping the knot apart. “And you obviously have me pegged as someone else.”
“Let’s see. Arrogant bastard. Suave dresser. Big talker. Business mogul. Killer. I doubt you’d allow me to forget that. Now, savior. What did I miss?”
“You forgot wine connoisseur.”
“Oh,” I mused as he eased me off the edge of the counter, yanking off my dress and tossing it aside. Then he rubbed his palms down my arms, his nostrils flaring from see the few scratches on them. I tingled in response, a set of goosebumps popping along my skin. “Is it getting hot in here, wine boy?”
“Careful, darlin’. Since I’m your master, you should remember who’s in control.”
I rolled my eyes and bit my lower lip when he tugged at the panties I’d slid into when I’d returned. He tsked as he pulled them off my feet, holding them up in the light, a stern look crossing his face. “What did I tell you about wearing these?”
“Oops. You can’t spank me. I’m hurt. Remember?”
“But I can add it them to a growing list of infractions.” He tossed them aside as well then yanked off his tie, immediately grabbing my arms and pulling my wrists together. When he wrapped the material of the tie around them several times, I gave him a pouty look. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” He unfastened the buttons on his shirtsleeves, rolling them up past his elbows as he studied me, his eyes still twinkling. Then he took a few seconds to unfasten several buttons on his shirt. With the specks of blood on the material and his tousled hair, he looked far too sexy for his own good. “Like this.” He gathered my legs into his arms, splitting them wide open, and as he lifted them, I was forced back against the mirror.
He wasted no time, dipping his head and swirling his tongue around my clit. Maybe it was the danger I’d been in, the heroic rescue, or the fact my life had flashed in front of my eyes during the horrible event, but I was so aroused I almost climaxed the moment his wet tongue touched my tender tissue.
“Oh, God. You’re so bad.” I slapped my hands on his head, fisting his hair and holding on for dear life. I even struggled with the ties holding me in place, gasping for air as he proceeded to torment me. He was famished, sucking on my clit, a desperate man in need.
He growled his response, sweeping his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. All I could do was twist my head back and forth, struggling to keep my wits about me. I pointed my toes, the tension in my muscles slowly fading. When he thrust his tongue past my swollen, glistening folds, the events from before seemed like a lifetime ago, the pleasure immediate.
I kept my fingers tangled in his hair, fighting the urge to scream out his name. There was no telling how many people were outside in the suite. The wicked girl inside of me had almost asked why he hadn’t wanted an audience. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying, blinking several times as the rush of pure bliss drove me closer to the edge.
Every sound he made reminded me of a famished man getting his fill.
As I finally leaned my head against the mirror, I closed my eyes, allowing the sweet release of pleasure to take me away from the strangeness of the evening.
And my life.
My family.
My legacy.
