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The only recourse he had left now was to flee. Take Bryan, leave the country, and never return. With a last glance at Eve’s lovely smile, Roland replaced the picture in its designated place and retrieved the key to his desk from his pocket.
The lock turned with a soft click, and the large bottom drawer slid open with ease. From the interior, he pulled out cash, his last will and testament, and the legal documentation for the sale of the house, contents, and vehicles.
These he placed in his open briefcase, along with their passports, a picture of his beloved Beverly, and a recently purchased snub-nosed revolver. He’d leave the loaded gun in the car at the airport, but until then, he wanted the weapon close to hand in case Detective Vonn posed a threat.
Last, he pulled out a thick manila envelope. Sealed and addressed to the LAPD, the contents contained the irrefutable evidence required to put the detective behind bars for life. This, Roland would send by courier from the airport for next day delivery.
By the time he had Bryan situated in his new home, the LAPD should have Vonn in custody. Three days. Roland had three days to settle his affairs as quietly as possible and without raising suspicion. He just prayed his actions would have been quick enough to save Eve from the serial killer.
“Bryan, come in here a minute, will you?” he called out at the sound of his son shuffling down the hallway from the kitchen.
Bryan poked his head into the library. “You want to see me?”
“Yes.” Roland added the envelope to his briefcase and closed the lid, flipping the latches. “Come sit down, son.”
Bryan took the seat he always did and nervously wrung his hands. “Did you find Eve? Is she coming home?”
Roland shook his head and sat, shutting the drawer but not bothering to relock it. “Not yet, but she’ll come around soon, I’m sure. I called you in here to share some other happy news.” He rested his hand on his briefcase, the smooth leather cool against his fingers. “We’re going on vacation.”
“We are?” Unaccustomed to changes to his routine, Bryan frowned, his gaze flicking to the briefcase and back again.
His heart heavy, Roland forced a smile and faked an enthusiasm he didn’t feel. “Yes. We’re going to visit the beautiful city of Dubai. You’re going to love it.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Grateful for thegentle glow coming from the bedside lamp, Adam’s eyes feasted on the sight of Eve as his tongue worshiped her flesh. On her back, her hair a wild tangle around her beautiful face, body on the cusp of a soul-shattering orgasm, she was a fucking goddess.
He’d never turn the lamp off again if it meant she’d stay in his bed forever.
He didn’t need a dark room to sleep.
He needed Eve.
Besides, sleep wasn’t what he had in mind. Not yet. Not until she screamed his name enough times, her voice went hoarse from the pleasure he’d given her. He smoothed his hand up her thigh, and she bucked, begging him without words to take her over the edge.
Fuck. He’d never been so hard in his life. Never been so hungry for the taste of a woman’s pussy. Jesus, he’d been starved for her since this morning. He buried his tongue, eating her out, then flicking it over her clit until her hands were fisted in his hair, the bite of her short nails a demand and a plea all at once.
“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me make you come.” Her lids opened, the heat in her gaze spurring him on. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes!” She spread her legs wider, offering the most intimate part of herself to him without any guile, without reservation. She wanted him. Wanted the release only he could give.
He slid two fingers inside her, stroking her to new heights while he licked and sucked, fucking her with his mouth, with his fingers. Fire consumed him. Everything he ever wanted lay spread out before him, the woman of his dreams, the one he never truly believed he would find, was in his bed, and happy to be there if her lust-crazed expression gave any indication.
“Holy fuck!” Her hips lifted, her hands clutched him harder, and the savagery of her climax shattered them both. She pulled him closer, thighs squeezing around him as her orgasm sent shock waves radiating from her core. Face buried, he lapped up what she gave him until her muscles went loose, and she lay back, spent and resplendent in the afterglow.
He turned his head. Nipped her quivering thigh. Then raising himself onto his elbows, he licked his way around her bandage to her belly button. Tongue trailing over her trembling stomach, he worked his way over her curves, inch by glorious inch. When he reached her breast, he filled his palm and sucked her pink nipple between his lips.
She moaned and reached between them. Taking him in hand, she rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds. “Please,” she begged, stroking his shaft up and down, her grip firm. “Fuck me hard. Make me forget everyone and everything, just for a little while.”
His blood rushed, her heat blazing a path through his veins. If she wanted hard fucking, he had no problem delivering. The forgetting part, sure, he’d make her forget—everyone and everything but him.
His mouth, his hands, his cock. Yeah, he planned to make sure she remembered the orgasms he gave her for the rest of her life—this one and the next.
And the next.
She belonged to him.
Her body, her heart, her warrior spirit. He wanted all of her. For eternity. Nothing more. Nothing less.
