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“Right there, baby.” A sweet moan escapes them as I use the flat of my tongue with long, slow licks. “I’m going to come all over that pretty mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I can’t speak, so instead, I do my best to nod, eager to make this perfect for them after they’ve waited so long. And it doesn’t take much longer after that. They shout my name, throwing their head back as their fingers grip hard onto the headboard. My face is trapped between their strong thighs as they squeeze and their stomach flexes.
Just when I think I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen, they pull back, falling to the side so that we’re top to toe. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath as the warm light from the candles flickers shadows on the wall. It’s silent except for our breathing, and it should feel awkward…but it doesn’t.
My stalker takes my hand, kisses my knuckles, and then holds it as we lie there skin to skin.
“I’m never giving you up,” they tell me, their voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t care how much money your father gives me. You’re mine.”
CHAPTER14
Io
That was apparentlythe wrong thing to say.
“You work with my dad?” Her voice has reached a new pitch that I’m sure only dogs can hear.
“I do not workwithyour dad. He hired me.” I’m still lying on the bed while she has practically flown off it and is now hovering over me like she wants to fight. That would not work in her favor. She is tiny.
“Hired you to find me?” Again, her voice is going to wake up the entire block. “Great. So my father hired my fucking stalker.”
“I’m not a stalker, Clara.” I try to reach out to grab her hand, but she yanks it away like my touch is acid. “I’m a private investigator of sorts.”
“Of sorts,” she deadpans.
“Yes, of sorts.” I sigh and move off the bed, putting my clothes back on. If we’re done having fun, then I’m not going to sit here and argue while I’m naked. “I deal with high-risk, high-reward clients.”
“Yeah, I bet he’s a fucking high risk.”
“He wants you to go home.”
“Yeah, no, thank you.”
“I agree.”
That finally shuts her up.
“Oh, so you can be reasonable and listen.” I smirk at her, but she clearly doesn’t find me funny.
“What do you mean you agree?”
“Clara, Clara, Clara,” I groan as I walk toward her, taking her face in my hands. I look her over, my gorgeous girl, her blueberry hair mussed from our fun. “Ma petite myrtille.”
“You speak French. Of course you speak French. He wouldn’t trust you otherwise.” She rolls her eyes and refuses to look at me.
She’s hurt. I should’ve known that my softhearted girl would feel betrayed by this.
“Yes, I speak French. And Spanish, Mandarin, and Russian. Even a little Italian here and there.” I try to get a smile out of her, but she refuses. I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug, causing her to finally look into my eyes. “From the moment I found you, I planned to keep you.”
“And you’re going to get around turning me over to him how?”
I step closer, and our bodies almost touch. She’s the perfect height, just short enough that she has to crane her head back to really look up at me. I like it. I like feeling bigger than her, protective. I kiss her cheeks and then the corners of her mouth before softly pecking her lips. They’re full and soft and taste like me.
“I will take you home,” I say between kisses. “And I will keep you with me.”
“Oh, I get it.” She takes a step away from me, putting a solid foot between us. My hands drop as I wait for her next outburst. “So I am trading one prison for another. What — you’re just going to take me to your house in wherever the fuck you live—”
“Malibu.”
