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“Why do we have to run?”
“I may be an informant for the federal bureau, but that doesn’t mean their field teams know who I am. I’d rather not get swept up into all of the arrests they’re about to make, and I don’t want you to either, so we’re avoiding the mess.”
“But what about the girls? What about Lily?” I shout, but he holds up a finger, signaling me to wait, and then shuts my door and runs to his side of the helicopter.
Laurence takes a moment to affix his headset to his own head before answering. “Lily is smart. She’ll be okay. Plus, she has the asset of information. I made sure of that.” He activates some switches and pulls on the control, lifting us into the air.
I grab onto the handles available to me, every muscle tensing at the feeling of going airborne. My eyes widen as we continue to ascend. “Oh my god,” I say breathlessly.
“Have you never flown before?” he asks with an amused grin. He looks so sexy when he’s teasing me.
We’ve been in blissful harmony since we arrived at this private island, which he says is a close friend’s. It houses a small, one-story home just off the beach, surrounded by palm trees and open to views of the ocean. The bed is massive, full of soft down. The shower? Even better. When I say we’ve been in blissful harmony, I mean we’ve been fucking like we’re on our honeymoon.
In between fucking, Laurence has been on the phone, talking to his connections, to his company who hasn’t heard from him in the last few weeks. Now that we’re out of the small bubble of the games where the only focus was each other, sex, betrayal, and the games themselves, I’m seeing a whole new side to Laurence. My only concern is thatIdon’t feel much different. The games weren’t something new to me, they were just a new version of who I was every day, just with an audience. I’m afraid he’ll find me boring, not at all the interesting Player he risked placing a bid on, risked his standing with the powerful Echelon Society for.
And now here I was, sitting on the beach naked because we didn’t have any clothes aside from what was on our backs and the few basic clothes that were here already. No bathing suits, not that I’m complaining. I don’t think Laurence is, either.
Peering over my shoulder to look at him through one of the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows, he catches my gaze while on the phone and sends me a wink.
That familiar heat returns between my legs. It never went away these days. Laurence is dangerous for my self-control. If only he’d get off the phone so we could fuck on the patio again.
The sliding door opens behind me and I hear his footsteps moving across the wood. He stops beside my chair, his height casting a shadow across my face before he kneels down beside me. There’s an urgency about him, a hunger that often came after a really long phone call. He wraps his hand around the crook of my knee, his touch so achingly familiar and enticing, and turns me toward him. “I want you, Eve.”
All I can manage is a weak nod as he brings my legs over his shoulders, kissing me once on each thigh before kissing me between my legs. His tongue starts slow, his mouth my kryptonite as I melt beneath the sun onto the chair. The position is awkward, but neither of us cares as I slide my fingers into his soft hair, watching the way the sun dances off the dark strands, locking eyes with him as he tortures me with his tongue. The moan that comes from me is more animal than woman as I slip closer to the edge, a place I’ve grown comfortable being because I know he’ll catch me.
When I feel his tongue slip inside of me, my eyes roll in the back of my head. He replaces it with his fingers as he fucks me slowly with them, his focus back on my clit as the edge soars up to meet me and everything inside me tightens before it releases me. I turn into a whimpering puddle, my fingers still in his hair as he gently moves to scoop me up into his arms.
“Shall we move this to the bed?” he asks, already rising to his feet with my legs wrapped around his waist.
I kiss him. He has the path to the bedroom memorized by now. He doesn’t have to see to get us there. He tastes like me, his lips still moist from feasting on my pussy. I lick his lips.
“Do I taste good, sweetheart?” he asks tauntingly.
“More like I taste good, but it’s even better from your lips.”
Laurence throws me back onto the bed. In one fluid motion, he removes his belt with a snap, his pants quickly unbuttoned. His shirt comes next, revealing the chiseled abdomen that I can’thelp but run my hands over every time I’m blessed with the sight of it. When his shirt slides to the floor, he moves between my legs, pressing me back down into the bed.
“I’m not done worshipping you,” he murmurs in my ear, and a delicious shiver slithers down my spine as his mouth moves down my neck to my tits, where he takes a peaked nipple into his mouth and sucks. I’m moaning again, reduced to a mess, and that only seems to excite him further as he takes my nipple in between his teeth and tugs.
Then he suddenly pulls away, leaving me cold.
“Flip over,” he commands in that rough voice I’ve grown accustomed to listening to. It strikes the most pleasurable chord of anticipation in me as I flip onto my stomach. He pulls my hips up into the air. “I want you to know how much I desire you, Eve. Every day.”
His fingers dip between my legs, teasing my clit again, his thumb sliding to my back door as he teases every part of me.
“I already know how much you desire me,” I breathe, “because I desire you the same.”
His fingers slide into me again, and the pressure against my insides feels so fucking good I think I might just come again. Then he removes them and moves back up to teasing me at the back.
“Stay with me,” Laurence says in a low, rough voice. He runs circles over my back door with his thumb, then moves back down to do the same to my clit, every sensation an overwhelming experience as his hands put me in his complete control.
“I’m with you,” I moan into the down comforter.
“No. After this. Stay with me. Be with me.” His fingers quicken their pace on my clit as the tension begins to build between my legs.
I’m too distracted to really think about what it is he’s offering, but then again, there’s nothing in his words that feels like something I would want to deny.
“Please, Laurence,” I moan, needing him inside me so badly that I begin to buck my hips.
