Page 50 of A Wise Prince

Another door opens and a man comes in carrying one of those armored briefcases. He sets it on the table and presses his thumb to the code screen. It pops open to reveal the diamond.

I nod.

“Please confirm your thumbprint,” he says as he closes the lid. I press my thumb to the screen, and it resets.

“It can be delivered, or you can take it now,” he adds.

“I’ll take it now,” I say as I reach for the case.

He places his hand on it. “Remember the rules,” he reminds me. I vaguely remember Anna going over some rules. My brain scans through memories.

“Nullum malum,” I say, which means “see no evil” in Latin.

The man nods and releases the case so that I can pick it up. I take Kate by the arm as the woman at the desk shows us out to a side door. A moment later, we are in an alley. I look both ways and decide not to go to the street where I came from.

“Is that?” I hear Anna’s voice in my ear.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m turning you off now. I’ll bring this home,” I say to her before I pull out the video camera and the earpiece and shove them into my pocket.

We weave down alleys in silence until I feel we’ve gone a safe distance. We stand in a narrow alley behind a trash dumpster. My hands shake from my adrenaline.

I drop the case next to us and cage Kate against the brick wall of an old building.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I growl.

“Is that…it looks like…” She trails off as she stares down at the case. Her body trembles and I know she’s as jacked up on adrenaline as I am. I don’t wait for her to finish before I crush my lips to hers. I need a release, and this will have to do.

She responds immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck. I tilt her head and plunge my tongue between her lips. She tastes of mint. Our tongues glide against each other, and she moans into my mouth as I cup her breast.

I reach down between us and pull up the hem of her dress. I can feel her wetness before I even push her thong to the side.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re dripping,” I groan against her throat.

“I need—”

“I know what you need,” I grunt as I push two fingers into her hot channel. She wraps her legs around my waist as I plunge them in and out of her. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out before I remove my fingers from her soaked pussy. I paint her lips with her wetness before sucking it off. She whimpers and rubs against my cock. I can’t wait for another second; I impale her on me, and she cries out as I pull back and plunge into her again.

I thrust in and out of her like my life depends on it. I know she’s going to be bruised from hitting the bricks behind her, but right now I’m solely focused on coming. I’ve never needed to blow my load more than I do right now. She presses her clit against my pelvis and grinds. I can feel her inner walls undulating around me as she finds her release. Her head falls back against the brick wall and she silently cries out, her mouth falling open as her orgasm peaks.

I follow suit, plunging one last time into her and exploding, my seed filling her up as I ram home one last time and then drop my head on her shoulder. Our breathing is ragged as we both come down from our highs.

I pull out of her and lower her to the ground, removing the pocket square from my suit jacket so she can clean herself up. I watch as she wipes away my seed that’s running down her leg. Fuck.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I curse as I tuck my dick back inside my pants.

She grimaces. “Are you…I mean…I’m on the pill…” She trails off and hands me back my pocket square. I know what she’s thinking. She’s thinking she just fucked some male whore who probably has twelve STDs. I’m not saying I haven’t had my fair share of women, but I always, always use a condom and I also get physicals three times a year which includes STD testing, probably because Paolo thinks I’m a male whore, too.

“I’m clean,” I mutter as I stuff the square back in my pocket.

“I didn’t mean…” She trails off again, and I give her a pointed look.

“Sorry,” she whispers as I pick up the case and start walking toward the street. This woman makes me do crazy things and not the crazy things that I’m used to doing. I don’t know how I feel about that. Just before we reach the street, she grabs my arm, and I stop.

“Auggie…I’m sorry. I should know better than to believe tabloids,” she starts before pausing and taking a deep breath. “I trust you.”

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