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“Fuck, I’m so close already. If you don’t—” I try to pull her away, but she bats my hands, tears mixed with saliva streaming down her cheeks. She looks so goddamn beautiful.
And then my orgasm hits me like a hurricane, sweeping me away and blowing me over until I am left, flat on my back, between the stars. I moan deeply, enjoying every single last second of it, before I open my eyes. Angélique’s still on her knees, a look of pride on her face as she tucks my soft cock back into my pants. “And, how did I do?”
“That was…” I let out a deep breath. “So good, amazing,hot. Fuck, you’re a natural.” I take in her face—her flushed cheeks, the glitter in her eyes, those red, swollen lips that are still slick from her spit, just like her chin. It’s sexy as hell.
“Here, let me clean you up.” I take a spare towel from the travel kit and carefully clean her face. Then I pull her onto my lap and kiss her, tasting myself on her.
Mine.
Her nose finds my neck and she brushes her face against it as she purrs, “I loved every second of that. Loved watching you lose control.”
We hold each other like that, too tired to speak, both too full in our own minds, yet satisfied.
It isn’t until much later that Big announces that we’ve arrived at the hotel. We get out and Angélique doesn’t seem surprised that Mason takes the lead in guiding us back to her room. This should be new to her, right? But in my world, we never really wander down the streets alone. Mason sweeps the room and turns to leave. “Go home, it’s been a long day.” I give him a surprisingly friendly squeeze on the shoulder and the other man visibly relaxes. “We’re waiting for Harry and Nolan to give us the green light on Hutchinson. Until then, get some rest.”
“Ok, Logan. I’ll be in the lobby at seven anyway.” He gives Angélique a reluctant nod and closes the door softly behind him.
“What’s that?” I watch Angélique carefully approach the little surprise I’d planned for us for tonight. She eyes the wicker basket that’s placed on the bed like a snake could come sliding out any minute.
“Watch out, that’s a bomb.” She jumps at my words and I wrap my arms around her from behind, spinning her to face me. “Just kidding. What does it look like to you?”
She pats me on the chest. “That’s not funny, you know? After the day we’ve just had, it wouldn't have surprised me if it were true.”
“But it’s not.” I press my lips onto hers and give her a soft peck. “And you’re right, today was a big day. For multiple reasons. C’mon.” I grab the basket from the bed and pull my free arm around her waist as I guide her back to the door.
“Where’re we going?”
“I’ll show you.”
We walk through the corridor and take the elevator to the highest floor. “Did you know that this hotel has a roof terrace?”
She looks up, a mischievous look on her face. “No?”
The view from the top is breathtaking. Colorful skyscrapers frame our view as we walk across the warm wooden floors to look over the steel fence. The terrace has a lush garden with small trees and shrubs, and a large table and chairs have been added, giving it a green vibe.
“A true sanctuary in the sky,” Angélique mumbles, impressed.
“With the illusion of living in a bigger space.” I place my hands on the cool metal and look over the horizon, its buildings and lights. It’s late in the evening, but down on the ground floor there’s still enough activity. Up here, there’s something serene about the twilight. It’s quieter. “You were wondering what it’s like to grow up in a place like New York, right?” I watch how she opens the bottle of wine and pours two glasses. “Like anywhere, it’s not the same for everyone. But I can tell you what it was like for me.” She nods and hands me a glass. I gesture to the view. “A bit like this, I guess. Safe, protected, somehow far away from the buzz. Always a barrier around us.” She gazes at me, an intent look in her eyes. “I’m used to being around the same people, you know? We’re very tight as a family. My parents, Connor and I. We have to, in our line of work. It’s not like I can tell other people what we do. What I am. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She takes a sip from her wine and eyes the sky. I enjoy the silence that hovers over us. It’s peaceful, unstrained. “How are you feeling?” I ask after a short while. She shrugs, but she truly seems lost in her thoughts. “About New York and the girls? Aboutyou?” She sighs. “Or about having visited a strip club for the first time in my life, or having discovered that you are head of a criminal organization, or the fact that I happened to be part of discovering who was guilty in blackmailing you guys?” She takes a big sip and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I can carry on. About giving my first blowjob ever?”
“Oh yeah, please do tell,” I tease. She replies with a chuckle, but doesn't comment. Instead, she shakes her head and pulls out a chair, turns it toward the view and sits down. “I don’t know,” she admits. “About any of it, I suppose. These last few days have been crazy.C’est fou, quoi. I never thought…” She turns her head when I place a chair next to her. Our gazes briefly meet before she turns to look ahead again. “I’m feeling strangely happy.” Her voice sounds barely more than a whisper, but I heard it. It makes me happy. She lets out a heavy sigh and I think that she wants to say something else, but she doesn't.
“I told you before, but today you were pretty amazing. Are you sure that you’ve never been active in crime before?” I mean for it to sound like a joke, but there’s nothing light about it. It feels heavy, needy, just like I’m feeling internally. I don’t want her to go. How on earth is it possible to know someone for only forty-eight hours and to feel this strange need to wrap yourself around them? Angélique lets out a sweet laugh as she shakes her head. “No, I’ve never dealt with crime. But you know, perhaps the church isn’t so different.” We both let her comment sink in and share a chuckle. “That came out wrong. What I mean, is that church life is quite isolated as well. Between members we share faith, our mutual love for God. We share His house and we look after it together. We share certain aspects of our life, the ones that we have in common because of Him. I love that protection, the warmth. We were never alone, we looked after one another. It was nice.” She bows her head and seems lost in her own thoughts. Right when I think she won’t speak any more, she does. Her voice is soft, yet remarkably clear. “I guess that whereas you were surrounded by badass criminals, I was surrounded by deeply devoted Christians.”
“Perhaps we have more things in common than we thought,” I murmur. I watch how she stares at her hands before admitting, “Studying theology really felt like the only thing I was capable of. It was a safe choice, something I could handle. Then there was the asthma…” her cheeks turn slightly pink and I wonder why that makes her blush. “You’ve seen my inhaler.”
Oh. That.
She clears her throat. “Anyway, life was unfulfilling back home. It was…”
“Boring as hell?” I try. She giggles and nods.
“I guess so. Anyway, the rest you know.”
I hum. “Baby, you can be whatever you want to be. You know that, right?” I pat her hand. “And I would be more than happy to discover your plan A with you.”
“I’d like that. But no more chains, please.” She laughs, a twinkle in her eyes.
