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Next to him, Maria discreetly bathed Gemma’s ravished private parts.

“Your orgasm was so strong, Enrique had to hold your head to stop you whiplashing yourself.” He knelt over her with a glowing face, a bead of sweat slipping down his temple.

“I’ve had enough whip lashing for a while, thank you, Sir. That’s what my skin is telling me.” She raised her body up on her elbows. “That vacuum pump thing. You know, it was the first time for me?”

“Yes. A hard or soft limit?”

“Oh soft, probably. I don’t know. I’m tired.” Her mental acuity vacated her brain, and she released a deep yawn.

He patted her head sympathetically. “Come on off the floor.”

She joined him on the bed, and Maria massaged the tightness from her upper arms where the ropes had exerted tension. Out of the corner of her eye, Gemma watched Enrique probe Jason’s shoulders hard with his stubby fingers then down his spine and back to his neck. Jason’s face was tranquil and sleepy. Gemma closed her eyes, letting Maria relieve her aches and pains.

Chapter 13. Backgammon

Day Seven

If Gemma doubted the validity of the pregnancy test, she couldn’t doubt the sight of blood on the toilet paper. She quickly dealt with the necessary sanitation issues and re-entered the bedroom. Jason lay on his side and patted the bed.

“My period,” she said sullenly.

“We knew it would come,” he reminded her. He eyed her up and down. She showed him the faint redness about her breasts and upper thighs, which he inspected closely; otherwise, she had survived relatively unscathed from the evening’s adventurous bondage scene.

“Are you cramping?” he asked kindly.

“A little,” she admitted.

“Don’t worry. After last night, I will keep above your waist for the day. Let you rest that part of your body. After breakfast I have to work. You can keep me company.” He touched her lips. “Lie between my legs. I want your mouth around this.” He pulled back the sheet to reveal his waiting erection.

“Just like being at home.” Gemma clambered into position.

Hunkered down between his legs, she kept her eyes on his blissful face and touched his shaft with the tip of her tongue. For a brief while, she forgot about periods and failed conceptions. She had him, and that was sufficient.

***

Jason shut the lid of his laptop. Gemma closed her magazine and glanced up at him from the study floor. She was chaste with him—not surprising, given her period and recovering body. The fading marks littered her torso.

“Things not good with work?” she asked.

Jason sighed and tilted his seat back. “I have this premonition something is about to blow up in my face. The warning signs. I hope it happens when we have finished this holiday. Poor Philip is battling the storm on his own.”

“You pay him well to do it, Jason,” she pointed out. “That’s what your senior execs and VPs are there for. You never switch off completely and let them take the reins. When do we leave Monaco?”

He dispatched a blue-eyed stare at her. “Later today,” he said.

He didn’t say where to. She should be used to his tendency to keep secrets from her, but she couldn’t understand why he was being especially furtive with his plans. She pursed her lips. At least the later departure gave her the opportunity to do her own clandestine activity.

“In that case. May I go shopping? I have a gift in mind for you.” She gave him one of her best faces of supplication—a sweet smile and head cocked to one side.

“Sure. Take Remy and Lubinsky. Obey them as you would me,” he ordered as she picked up her magazines.

***

Before departing, Gemma asked Esteban to help her source the gift she had in mind. He made a few phone calls and recommended a small shop on a back street of Monaco-Ville, the Medieval pedestrian streets popular with tourists.

The shop was an easy walk up into the Medieval quarter. Lubinsky remained a few paces behind her, and Remy led. They weaved passed the tourists, and Gemma stayed sandwiched between her two escorts, not daring for one second to drift away into the crowds or window shop.

Once in the shop, the pair stood back and let her take in the choices available for her to buy. The shop assistant would see Gemma’s wealth in her deportment: the bodyguards, fine jewellery, designer clothes, and her enviable shoes.

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