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“Starlight, that’s why we’re trying it. You won’t know until you’ve experienced it.”
“I told myself that when I was served a plate of raw squid.” She still allows me to press her onto the bed. The cover falls away to reveal her body in all its naked glory. I reach into the ice bucket.
“How was the squid?”
“It scared me.”
“Good thing I have nerves of steel. Open your legs, starlight.” She does as I ask. It’s always this way. She obeys me without question. “We’ll start this way.” I put the ice cube in my mouth.
When I press my cold lips against her scorching hot cunt, she yells. I thrust my tongue inside, letting the chilled water flow into her. She squeezes her channel, her sex pulsing against my mouth. I take another ice cube and rub it all over her lips, and then slip the fast-dissolving cube inside of her. Then I go back to sucking and licking, making her come again and again.
I drive into that cold, hot core. The dueling sensations wrench a shout from me. I jack into her with heavy, determined strokes, sucking on her tits, then devouring her mouth. My last thought is that if she’s a killer, she should just take me. I’ll die happy.
ChapterSixteen
GEORGIA
“Did you know Da Vinci didn't receive a formal education? He was also a vegetarian.” Finn and I somehow got ourselves out of bed long enough to finally make it to the museum. Finn is more of a man of action, I’m starting to notice, or a really good listener. I can go on and on, and he seems to enjoy listening to me speak.
“He was also born out of wedlock,” he half-whispers as we finally come face-to-face with the Mona Lisa.
All my attention should be on the painting. It’s why I’m here, but Finn’s words make me realize something I hadn’t thought of. Not even once before this very moment. And that’s how we’ve gone at it like rabbits and never used protection.
“I’d guess him to be left-handed too.” Finn cocks his head to the side, staring at her.
“He was,” I get out. My mouth suddenly becomes very dry. “You could tell from looking at the painting?” I ask as my mind tries to take me down a million scenarios of my future.
“His strokes go from right to left. Right-handed people tend to go left to right, and their strokes are more relaxed.” Finn might not talk much, but he sure notices everything. He’s a fount of knowledge for many different topics.
“What do you think of it?”
“He must have truly cared for her.”
“Loved?”
“Loved?” he repeats like the word is foreign on his lips.
“Yes, that he loved her.”
“He felt something for her. It’s in the details. He wanted to catch them all.”
“Grams always said the devil is in the details.”
“Smart woman.” Finn puts his hand on my back, and we move along so others can get a look.
“Not gonna lie,” I whisper. “I thought the picture was going to be bigger.” Finn starts to smirk at my silly joke, but in a blink of an eye, his whole demeanor changes. I can feel his fingers flexing against my back.
I glance around to see if something is happening, but there is nothing. Finn pulls out his phone. He’s too tall for me to even get a peek at the screen.
“I’m sorry, but I’m needed—”
“In another country?” I start to panic. Wait, he hasn’t even done any work here. He’s spent most of his time holed up with me in the hotel. How could he already have to move on?
“No.” He kisses my cheek. “In another arrondissement.”
“Okay, go. I know you’re here for work.” The way his tongue pronounces the French word for neighborhoods makes me weak-kneed. “I should be taking some pictures and posting them myself. We can meet back at the hotel later.” He stands there staring at me but not saying a word. I don’t think he wants to leave me alone. “I’ll be fine. I’m not too bad at taking care of myself.” I laugh to try and lighten whatever this dark mood is that’s fallen over him. “Been doing it for a while in a lot of different countries.”
“Your cell number. I don’t have it.”
