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Fuck, I could almost feel the tight, velvety heat of her pussy closing around me and gripping my entire length. I let out a hiss, as my hips thrust forward. My fist pumped my straining cock as I remembered how tight she was, her pussy squeezing my shaft. I couldn’t hold back much longer.
I needed to come.
“Oh fuck.” My breath caught as the first hot jet spilled out, hitting the wall. I reached out with my free hand to steady myselfas my knees started to give way. My cock was jumping in my fist as another creamy jet spurted out. I knew this orgasm was going to be explosive, but I hadn’t expected to be almost knocked off my fucking feet.
I opened my eyes, half expecting Alissa to be here, the fantasy had been so vivid. I glanced down at my cock, it was still hard, and I gave it another couple of vigorous strokes as the last evidence of my arousal disappeared down the drain. Damn. I’ve stroked one out, on and off over the last five years to thoughts of Alissa, but something had been awakened after seeing her in the flesh once more. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be inside her again. The fantasy alone was so intense, I almost gave myself a heart attack.
As I dried myself off, I decided that the sooner I reunited Michelle with her mother the better. I didn’t know why Alissa affected me this way, I thought back to Sergei’s teasing words, that Michelle could be my daughter. It was unlikely, but what if it was true? I already felt like I had a connection to this woman, and it was something that I wanted to explore further. But it would have to wait until her daughter was safely back in her arms.
Chapter 9
Alissa
Igot myself a new coat as a treat, deep seafoam wool, warm enough that when I walked out of the store the cold only reached my face. I was spending that morning happy and full of hope for the first time in so long.
It was mostly Dimitri’s doing—or Gregor’s, rather, now that I had his card. Dimitri was his middle name he used for business. He had given me back all the hope and focus that had drained away while Alan had been wasting my time in a number of ways.
I was still stirred up from seeing Gregor yesterday. When he told me that he was going to make this right, I believed him. I didn’t know yet what we would end up being once all of this was over, I knew I had to tell him about Michelle. I wanted so much to tell him that he was a father, but I was scared he wouldn’t believe me. I wondered if we could all have a future together, maybe it would just be co-parenting or him sending money. But sitting next to him, with his hand cradling mine, had made me realize that I still wanted him more than I might be able to handle.
Once I got home and checked my messages, I spent a couple of hours cleaning and sprucing up Michelle’s room. I had left it exactly as it had been when she had been taken, her favorite purple quilt and matching curtains, stuffies on the bed, her squiggly little drawings proudly posted everywhere. She was coming home. I was sure of it now.
Or did I just want to be sure of it because the man who might be her father was now involved in finding her?
What did I want from Gregor once I had my little girl back? Help supporting her would be great. But he was the one who had ruined me for less skilled lovers. I couldn’t smell his aftershave or look into his eyes or feel his touch without remembering our night together. I’d never been straight up horny for anyone before or since, and the urge to try to lock him down was filling my heart.
Besides, he had to be better around Michelle than someone like Alan. After all, it was thanks to him that I felt the need to factor her life and needs into my decisions again.
My phone rang and I checked caller ID, it was Lorelei.
“Hi,” I answered breezily.
“Hey, just checking in. You sound perky, how did things go with that private investigator?”
Lorelei didn’t know about Gregor, or the one amazing night we had spent together, or that he was my daughter’s father. “Good. He’s optimistic and he seems competent. Told me a little more than I wanted to know about Chicago PD and why they are not actively investigating Michelle’s case.”
There was a snort of derision from my friend. “Overload? Lack of personnel? Policy?”
“Kind of all of the above. They claim that they find so few kids alive after the first year of the investigation that they eventually call it off in favor of fresher cases unless any new leads turn up. The case remains open, but that’s about it.”
“That’s shitty. What about the parents?”
“I got it straight out of Alan’s mouth that they only really care if the parents are rich, famous or well-connected.”
“Well, I don’t think Alan’s attitude is that good a rep for everyone in the CPD.” Lorelei spat out.
I agreed, but Alan’s opinion and attitude were what determined a lot of things about my daughter’s case. “Alan’s the lead investigator. Chances are, his coworkers will go along with anything he decides. Though the timescale thing might be departmental policy, it’s coming up to a year since she was taken.”
“Ugh, that sucks. I’m so glad you’ll be able to afford a private eye now, and that you found a good one.”
“He is a good one.” Or at least a good person, and a confident one too. Something in the way he said things made me believe in him. Not just that he cared, but that he was going to actually get the job done.
I just wished I could think straight around him. No matter how hard I tried, whenever Gregor was around me, part of my brain was stuck in a feverish loop over just how much I wanted him to fuck me again. It was a stupid, primal impulse, like needing to eat or sleep, and despite wanting to focus completely on finding my daughter, I still felt it.
Lorelei’s voice dragged me from my thoughts. “So, have you heard from Alan lately?”
“Not since he picked up his box of stuff. Glad he’s gone. He was getting clingy for a hot second in a way that worried me.”
“What is it with that guy?” Lorelei said, sounding exasperated. “He was the one who called it off right? He’s not starting to hassle you, is he? Are you going to need a protection order or something?”
