Page 9 of Forever Treasured


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“Ahh, Treasure. How do I help? If I could, you know I would have you in bed all day, every day. But we both know you would get sick of me.”

She giggled and leaned up to kiss him. “I would definitely need a break now and then at least. And we both know you miss working at the security company. If you didn’t, you would have sold it already.”

“Perhaps I just haven’t found the right buyer.”

She gave him a mock glare and shifted to straddle his lap. “Hey. If I can’t lie to you, you can’t lie to me either. Admit it, Russell. You miss it.”

He kissed her nose and brushed her long blond hair out of her face. “You’re right. I do miss it. These last couple of months with the press hounding you, has made me realize that.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. You’ve only fired three bodyguards in three weeks.”

“They were incompetent. Why are we talking about me? I’m supposed to be taking care of you, and you’re supposed to be having an orgasm right now.”

She shook her head and leaned in for a kiss. “I want to take care of you as much as you take care of me, Sir.”

He shifted and stood with her legs wrapped around his waist then turned and dumped her on the bed, sending her into a fit of laughter that died and turned into a moan of pleasure when his hand skimmed up her thigh, beneath the hem of her skirt and came to rest between her legs.

“Enough talk, Treasure. I want you to come for me. If you’re going to take my fist later, you have to be relaxed.”

Since their encounter a week ago, he was an ass for neglecting her without realizing it. But he was mission oriented, and sometimes a time-sensitive mission like getting pregnant in the five- or six-day window a woman had each month, or keeping her safe from a throng of reporters, blinded him to the bigger long-term mission.

He’d vowed to make up for lost time on this trip, and somehow, they’d ended up talking about his unhappiness instead.

But no more. His new mission was to make her forget her own god damned name because of all the pleasure and pain he inflicted on her body over the next ten days.

She would get breaks to visit with her sister, and they would celebrate Christmas as a group. But otherwise, he intended to devote all his attention to making her scream.

Chapter 4

Gemma

Alimowaswaitingto take them to Les Émeraudes when they landed in Switzerland, and Gemma looked around at the scenery with excitement.

Her eyes were heavy though, and she ended up laying her head against Russell’s shoulder for a cat nap.

When they arrived at the sprawling ski resort, Russell nudged her awake.

“Come on, love. Let’s get checked in.”

She let him help her out of the limo, and they walked hand-in-hand into the lobby where they were greeted by staff.

Their bags would be unloaded and brought to their private chalet after they checked in.

“Mr. And Mrs. Adler, welcome to Les Émeraudes. Someone will drive you to the chalet momentarily,” the woman at the desk said after they handed over their IDs.

“And we’ve got a massage therapist available in an hour.”

Gemma looked at Russell in surprise. When had there been time to call in for a massage? The man was slick sometimes.

He just winked at her as he tucked his license back into his wallet.

“Thank you. An hour is perfect.”

A cozy sleigh with heavy blankets was waiting to take them to their private cottage, and Russell held her tight against him when they were settled.

The winter cold turned her nose bright red despite how bundled up she was, and she was ready to be inside by the fire by the time the sleigh pulled up in front of cottage number six a short while later.

“Enjoy your stay,” the driver said after he unloaded their bags from the back of the sleigh.

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