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Her responding moan was just a smidge too loud, so I scooped up another forkful of food and fed it to her. Still working herself toward her orgasm, she hurriedly chewed and swallowed.
“That’s my naughty little girl. Finger-fucking yourself in the middle of a restaurant just because Daddy told you to. Quiet, baby,” I admonished when she whimpered again. “Come for Daddy, dirty girl.”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I yanked her to me, swallowing her cry of release as she came with a jerk of her hips. I kissed her until the last shudder passed and she melted against me.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her lips. With one hand still laced through her hair, I used the other to lift her fingers to my mouth. Her eyes, still heavy with pleasure, flew open when I wrapped my lips around her arousal-soaked finger and sucked. “Delicious.”
Adele
Body still humming with pleasure and the adrenaline rush of my public orgasm, I slid into the backseat of the car. No limo this time, dashing my secret hopes of some quickie sex on the way back to his place.
My mind was still reeling from what I’d done in the restaurant. I’d never considered myself an exhibitionist. Even when I played at the club, I preferred private rooms to the dungeon floor.
But Cole had a way of breaking down my defenses, pushing my limits in ways I not only allowed but craved. That fact alone would have made him the most dangerous man I’d ever met, even without the “heir to the throne of a mafia empire” aspect.
Guilt pricked at my conscience as my conversation with Pierce that afternoon played over and over again in my mind. I allowed myself a moment to wallow in it before Cole joined me in the backseat, but I ruthlessly squashed it and forced myself to smile and lean into him when he draped an arm around my shoulders.
“Are you enjoying Paris?” I asked.
“Very much so. I’ve found the locals very… accommodating.”
Desire coiled in my belly at the implication. Despite having just gotten myself off, my body still craved his touch. “Hush. You will ruin our cold and aloof reputation.”
His deep laugh filled the car and I found myself relaxing against him. Why did being with him have to be so damn easy? None of my real relationships had ever felt so natural.
And what the hell did that say about me and my choice of men?
The pads of his fingers brushed across the top of my breast, distracting me from my sour thoughts. “I doubt anyone could accuse you of being cold or aloof, sweetheart.”
“You bring out a different side of me,” I confessed.
The hand on my breast stilled. “Is that so?”
Was it my imagination or was there something in his tone? Something cold and almost… angry. Tucking the observation away, I continued as if nothing odd had happened. “Yes. I feel more like myself when I am with you.”
“And who are you, Adele?” Some of the ice in his tone had thawed, but there was still something dangerous lurking beneath the deceptively simple words. “I know you’re a maid, but it occurs to me I don’t really know much more than that.”
My heart knocked against my ribcage, but I simply shrugged in response. “There isn’t much to know, really.”
The car rolled to a stop before he could respond, and I said a quick, silent prayer that was the end of the conversation.
But my hopes were dashed when we reached his apartment. Taking a seat on the long, sleek couch in the center of the living room, he pulled me down to join him. At the last moment, he used my downward momentum to topple me, and I ended up sprawled across his lap, my legs and torso stretched out on the couch.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he tugged the material of my dress over my bottom, baring me to his gaze.
“I find you’re much more cooperative in this position, and I have some questions I’d like you to answer.”
Had I been discovered, after all? No. Surely a man raised by Raphael DeCosta would have more… effective ways of interrogating an undercover cop. “What kind of questions?”
“Let’s start with an easy one. Who are you?”
“Adele Bernard.”
To my shock, a rapid flurry of painful swats rained down on my exposed backside. I yelped at the unexpected burn, twisting to the side to try and escape his hand.
“Your real name, please.”
Alarm bells rang in my head. What did he know? “My real name is Adele Marie Bernard.”
