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He wrapped his arms around her.
“You were right, you know,” he said. “When you said you can’t make up with someone until you’ve had the fight.”
“Are you going to talk to Charlie? Have a good old-fashioned row with him?”
“He barely speaks to me.”
“Give it time.” She touched his face.
“You know, my grandfather,” he said, “died of heart disease at only fifty-six. My father’s already sixty-one, and his cardiologist says—”
“Stop,” she said. “You can’t save me by wishing.”
“I can still try.”
“Either make love to me again or go to sleep,” she said. “Just don’t make me talk about it anymore.”
His fingers tightened around the pearl that dangled on the end of the chain.
“Killing you, isn’t it? That I have something you can’t fix?” she asked.
“I could sell my soul to the devil like my great-grandfather.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Why not?”
Wickedly, she grinned up at him. “Your soul already belongs to me. You can’t give away what you don’t own.”
He kissed her once and pulled back, looking down at her as if drinking in the sight of her in his bed. She drank in the sight of him drinking in the sight of her. Nothing had ever tasted better. Not whisky, not wine.
Arthur pulled gently until the clasp of the silver chain holding the large pearl broke in his hand.
“There, that’s better,” he said.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“You said I could either make love to you or go to sleep. I’ve chosen the first option.”
The room was so dark she couldn’t quite see what he did to her necklace but it seemed to her like he was taking the large pearl drop off the chain.
He held up the pearl drop in his fingers. It shimmered in the light, the size of a robin’s egg but a silvery white.
“This is the largest pearl I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s costume jewelry,” she said.
“It’s perfect.”
She almost askedFor what?,but there was no need.
He moved his hand between her thighs and pressed the pearl against her vulva. Curious and curiously aroused, Regan opened her legs wider. With one finger, Arthur pushed the large round pearl through her folds and into her body, still slick from their earlier lovemaking.
Arthur maneuvered the pearl inside of her until it was nestled under her pubic bone, into the hollow of her g-spot. It fit there snugly, as if it belonged. Regan’s heart beat harder as Arthur used the pearl to knead that hollow, rolling it against that patch of tender nerve-endings.
“Oh, God,” Regan said, catching her breath. Her head fell back and her legs fell open even as every muscle in her thighs and back tensed. Arthur held the pearl inside her with one finger and yet with that pearl and his one finger, he was in control of her entire body. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her belly. Her fingers tangled in the sheets. The pressure was ecstasy, the slight and tight pressure right there in that cleft just inside her…and if that wasn’t incredible enough, Arthur pushed two then three then four fingers inside of her, filling her even as he gently ground the fat smooth pearl into her.
She’d never been brought to orgasm so quickly in her life, not even when she was a hormone-addled teenager. She came with a sudden cry as an electric current spiked through her body. Her vagina contracted sharply around Arthur’s fingers, and it seemed an eternity her shoulders hovered off the bed, her body frozen in place, before she collapsed back onto the pillow.
