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What does this Cristofor Vasile want with Birdie, and why doesn’t she talk about it?
I love nothing more than putting things together, but I don’t want to rush this. I have to take my time. Birdie deserves me taking care with the information I’ve been handed. I know Jared’s been discreet, but I’m not sure if I want to get anyone else involved. I don’t like messes if I can avoid them.
But with the tension following birdie around like a cloud, I’m not sure if I have a choice.
I thank Jared and send him on his way, and then pull out my phone. It’s time for me to call in a few favors.
You can’t do business in a city like this and not make a few enemies. Luckily for me, I’ve made friends as well. While they aren’t the sort of friends men of my station usually like to have, the connections are valuable in moments like these. I need to make sure my girl has more protection than just me, especially if she’s got a foreign gangster on her tail. While I’ve got eyes on her at all times, I can’t get to her as quickly as dedicated guards would be able to. Real men know their limitations, and I can’t be in two places at once, unfortunately.
My associate, Johnny, is amicable when he answers the phone, and he’s generous with my request. He dispatches two men as we speak, and I thank him, letting him know I owe him a favor. Johnny laughs, saying that knowing the great Ethan Moore actually has a weakness is favor enough.
He says it as if it makes me vulnerable somehow, but he and I both know that I’d raze the city to the ground if she were to go missing. Men like me don’t ask men like him for favors lightly, and he knows it.
After our conversation ends, I let out a sigh. No one, save for her cat and myself, will be able to get within twenty feet of her without physical confrontation. I’ll spend every last dollar I have to make sure of it. The guards are a start, but I think I might have to escalate it even further.
Would she be willing to move in with me?
The thought sours my stomach. If she did that, I wouldn’t be able to watch her all day, not that she’d be able to tell. Hell, for all I know, that could be her line when it comes to moving through this relationship so fast.
I shake my head to myself. There are too many unknowns to all of this still. I can’t solve this puzzle yet with everything like this.
As I begin to pack up my workspace and head to Birdie’s apartment for the day, I decide that I should ask her about moving into my penthouse. Yes, I want to have eyes on her at all times, but that’s what security cameras are for. It’d be nothing to get a few up in my home so that I could keep tabs on her while I’m onsite. The more important thing is that there would be more hoops for dangerous people to jump through to get to her, enough that it should be a deterrent all on its own.
If it keeps her out of the clutches of this Vasile … it’s more than worth it. But she deserves to have a choice. I’ll pick up the security slack without any trouble whichever way she decides to go. She’s mine, after all, and no cost is too high when it comes to her protection.
The thought stays with me until I walk into her apartment. Baxter comes to greet me immediately, rubbing against myankles as I kick off my work boots. A room or two over, I hear Birdie’s shower running, and as I draw nearer, I can smell the sweet steam wafting out of the bathroom.
I listen to her hum to herself as I strip out of my clothes, leaving them on her bedroom floor as I prowl into the bathroom. Behind the curtain, I can hear water splashing over her body, and my cock instantly hardens at the sound.
It throbs at the surprised squeal she lets out when I pull the curtain aside.
“You’re home,” she whispers, pressing herself back against the shower wall, a smile playing on her lips. “And naked.”
“Of course,” I say as I step into the shower with her. I pull her into my body, running my hands up and down her wet skin. “How was your day?”
She moans when I start to kiss my way along the slope of her shoulders as my hands make their way up to her breasts. I kneed her perfect flesh with my hands, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. “I had a good livestream,” she gasps, pressing her ass back against my aching cock.
“What else did you do?” I say as I continue to tease her. She makes a sound of protest when I drop my hands from her breasts and get down on my knees behind her.
“Ethan, what are you doing? You might slip—oh—” Her protest quickly turns into a moan when I run a finger through the folds her sex.
“I asked you about your day, baby,” I smirk at her. “Don’t you want to tell me about it as I help you get clean?”
My finger slides easily into her wetness, her pussy pulsing around my thick digit so tightly I can’t fight back the groan that escapes my throat. I could come like this, just making her feelmy love. My mouth’s watering already and I haven’t even gotten my tongue on her yet.
“I—shit—I-I brushed Baxter, and then cleaned his litterbox. I responded to s-some emails, and then—oh god—”
She makes a delicious sound of protest when I remove my finger, but it turns into a cry when I replace it with my tongue. She bucks her hips back on my face as I start to fuck her with my tongue, relishing how she tastes as she gets wetter and wetter for me.
“Keep talking,” I growl, shoving her legs further apart for better access to her juicy cunt.
She stammers as she fights to stay standing, pressing her gorgeous ass back to keep my tongue inside her. “I d-did some dishes, then s-some laundry—”
She writhes above me, her cries growing fevered as she rides my tongue. I can’t get enough of this, of her, of making her wet and ready for my cock.
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already pregnant. I’ve fucked her every day since we started and don’t intend to stop, not even if she starts to swell with my child inside her. The thought is so potent that I almost come untouched onto the shower floor, but somehow, I keep my head. The only place my seed is going is inside her.
Birdie groans in frustration when I push back from her trembling body and rise to my feet, leaving her wanting. “Such a good girl, telling Daddy about your day,” I whisper into her ear as I guide my shaft to her entrance. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good.”
