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Too public.
She'd be mourned.
For a very short while.
The Warrick fortunes were going to turn. That seventy-year-old witch was only the first to die on the altar of their crimes.
How fitting it was in this gym.
A scream pulled me back to the present, then another woman cried out as she turned away. Face twisted into a rictus of horror and pain and flushed a deep purple color from asphyxiation, Noel Warrick made a corpse much like any other.
Sack of meat and bones.
I made a delicate sound and turned away from the "grotesqueness" of it all. The man on the stage had gathered her in his arms and he sobbed. Kept calling her mother.
Good to know. I committed the face to memory and let Rick pull me away. Like many of the other men in attendance, ushering the little ladies back. Medical personnel were swarming inside and we weren't the only ones leaving. Some would stay because they thrived on the scandal and being at the heart of it all.
But there were more who had attended with mistresses or secret lovers and they didn't need the publicity. An hour after we'd made our entrance, we made our exit near the back, where security ushered the wealthy into their vehicles away from the limelight. Rick waved security away as he pulled off his coat to wrap it around me, and we moved unhurriedly down the path to where the limo I'd arranged for the night awaited us.
My shoulders shook as laughter bubbled up through me. It had gone off perfectly. With almost no time to plan and a very narrow window to make it happen, we'd accomplished a near Herculean feat. Daddy would be so proud.
As soon as we were closed into the limo, I turned to Rick and found his mouth with my own as we kissed. My joy continued to ripple out of me as I thrust my tongue against his and he opened to the invasion. Triumph flooded me, even more because Rick had been right there and he handled it like a pro.
Fisting my hair, he tilted my head and his breath was a whisper against my lips. "Right here?"
"Yes, Rick," I told him. "I want you right here and right now. I want to feel you fuck me and I want to fuck you, while we take the long route back." The limo driver had instructions and we didn't need to see him. The privacy barrier was up. "Let me have you."
Hunger for him made me reckless, but Rick glanced at the partition, then me, and I grinned.
"Trust me?"
Of course, it wasn't the fucking that bothered him, but the idea that we might be seen. Or more importantly, that I might be seen. Could I adore this man any more?
"Yes." No hesitation marred the single syllable. I slid off my shoes then lifted my skirt before I straddled his lap. The jacket slipped off me and I set it on the seat next to us. The dress clung, but there really was a lot of fabric, just not covering anything vital. I stripped off my gloves and made short work of his belt, then the snaps before opening his pants. His cock was hot, hard and definitely engorged.
I was going to do things to this man that he'd never had done, but right now—I angled myself over him and so I could stroke his tip against my soaking core. The panties I'd worn tugged easily to the side and the feel of him was every bit as good as I'd imagined.
Even with the deep shadows in the back of the car, I could make out his eyes and the wonder in his expression. He'd dropped his hands to my hips. Balancing my weight for me as I tormented us both.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he said in a strangled voice.
“I’m clean,” I promised him, nipping his lips. “You’re clean.” We’d been around each other enough for that. “And, I have an IUD.”
There was no worry about pregnancy here. Relief and lust vied for his expression with lust winning out.
With every pass near my clit, I gave him a squeeze and a pump as I used him almost like a vibrator. A low growl escaped him and there it was—that was what I wanted. I eased forward, just the tip pressing into me and he seemed even larger than he had when I'd worked him with my hands.
I was going to feel this.
Every inch of it.
That cock of his was going to split me wide.
"Fuck me, Rick," I whispered. "Please."
The last word seemed to snap something inside him, because his fingers tightened on my hips as he thrust up and pushed me down at the same time. A soundless scream escaped me as he fused his mouth to mine. There was no hesitation, as he didn't allow me any time to get used to his girth, before lifting me up and then pushing us back together.
The pain and the pleasure collided and I rolled my hips, twisting slightly to add to the friction. My teeth scraped over his lower lip and then his hand clamped on my nape and he began to thrust into me with a wildness I craved, as he held me still. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. The muscle would be so hot as it flexed with his every action.
