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“Again, why?”
I wanted to punch him in the face. He hadn’t given one thought to Belle’s well being since his kidnapping. I forced myself to shrug. “If you don’t care about her, then I’ll go see her myself. Put her mind at ease.”
He frowned, clearly not liking the prospect of his precious daughter with me. Good. He would really hate knowing she showed me her undergarments, then sucked my finger as I tugged my cock.
Too bad I couldn’t rub it in his face. But I wouldn’t do that Belle. Never mind why. For now, everything we did was our little secret.
He dashed off some words on the paper. I read it to make sure he hadn’t given her any incriminating information about me. He hadn’t.
Instead, the letter was dry, like a list for the market. All it said was that she should stay home and not worry about him.
I shook my head and put the letter in my pocket. “Touching,” I drawled. “Enjoy your stay.”
Kelly didn’t respond as I left. Matty closed the door and I turned the key, locking Kelly in. We left the key with Lisette and headed back out to my waiting carriage.
I climbed inside and closed my eyes, more exhausted than I thought. But the idea of my empty bed sounded as appealing as a trip to Police Headquarters. Maybe I should’ve stayed with Lizzy . . . .
No, I didn’t want another woman. I wanted to curl up next to Belle and breathe in her sweet scent all night.
Whatever I want, whenever I want it.
“Where to?” Matty asked when I didn’t speak.
Before I could think better of it, I made the decision swiftly. “Take me to the widow’s house.”
* * *
Isabelle
I woke slowly,the bed warmer than usual.
I’d never felt more comfortable, more secure. I was wrapped tightly, like a butterfly in a cocoon.
My dreams . . . . Goodness, I would never repeat them to a single soul. A familiar gangster featured prominently in all of them, his eyes devouring me as I showed him more of my special undergarments. I didn’t ever want to wake up.
“Easy, Belle,” a man’s voice whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
I was instantly alert. Bax was in my bed. Wrapped around me. And I was naked. Oh my goodness, had we . . .?
No, I wasn’t sore and Bax was on top of the covers. Thank heavens.
Wait, how did he get in? I needed him to leave before my maid arrived.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed.
“Sleeping. And I’d prefer to continue, if you don’t mind.”
“I do mind!” I tried to shove him off. “This was not part of our deal.”
He put his face in my hair and growled in his throat. It tugged something deep in my core. I sucked in a breath, and instantly became aware of my bare skin rubbing against the soft bedclothes, sensation everywhere.
Now I remembered. I’d followed Bax’s orders last night, slipping into bed naked and pleasuring myself before falling asleep. Subsequently, my dreams had been filled with the dark-eyed gangster.
It was as if I’d summoned him from the underworld, the devil.
While confusion, outrage and desire battled inside me, Bax’s hands slid atop the coverlet to rest on my hip. Goose bumps trailed in his wake, and he threw one of his big legs over both of mine, trapping me. “Are you naked under there?”
I didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t. It was far too embarrassing.
