Page 19 of His Sweet Torment
“I’ll buy you more.”
“And I’m still wondering what Harpa will think when she finds an abandoned pair of panties on her office floor.”
“She won’t. They’re in the pocket of my pants. I have OCD when it comes to underwear.”
“Or you just collect ladies used underwear, you perv.” Padme grinned as he threw his head back and laughed. He was so easy to be with, to tease. Enver put his hand on his heart and feigned seriousness.
“Just yours, I swear.”
“Glad to hear it.” She increased her pace, ramming her hips against him, taking him in deeper and deeper and then neither could talk, out of breath as they came, Enver pulling her to him, kissing her as she gasped with pleasure.
Two hours later, they caught a cab into Seattle’s nightclub area and randomly chose a club to go to. Inside, the heat and sweaty atmosphere added to their fun, as well as the quadruple tequila shots Enver ordered for them. Padme pulled a face as she down it. “So gross.”
Enver laughed “Then why did you drink it?”
“Courage,” she said, and danced around him, making him laugh. He ran his hands down her body.
“You don’t need courage,” he said, pulling her to him, “You’re the most beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman in this room. In this city…” He kissed her until her head spun, then nuzzled her nose. “In thisworld, cara mia.”
God, he was intoxicating. She kissed him then moved her lips to his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
They danced together as the music got slower and more sensual, the people around them locked into their own sensual foreplay. Enver danced her to the far wall then whispered: “Turn around, baby, face away from me.”
Padme did as she was told, grinding her ass into his groin, hearing his low chuckle. He lifted the back of her short dark red dress and pulled her back into him. Padme leaned her head back on his shoulder, and he kissed her to muffle her cry as he thrust into her.
Padme continued to sway as Enver fucked her, timing his thrusts to the rhythm of the music. Padme was lost in a delirium of pleasure – this man had complete dominion over her body, his hand splayed on her belly, his lips against her neck. Fucking openly in front of these people – Padme didn’t care if they were found out, and as she shuddered through an orgasm, felt him come, heard his groan. “Cara mia, cara mia…”
When they had recovered themselves, and it was safe, Padme turned and kissed him with every inch of passion she felt for him. “Danilo, whatever your name is, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met. If we never see each other again, I will always remember this night…”
His green eyes crinkled and he leaned his forehead against his. “I cannot imagine, Principessa, that we will ever not be in each other’s lives now. In fact, I promise you, now, here, for as long as you want me, I will be with you.”
Padme groaned, now, feeling the ghostly strength of his arms around her, his soft lips against hers. “You lied,” she whispered, “I loved you, and you lied. Where are you now, Enver? Where are you?”
Padme stacked the books up on the cart and pushed them to the far end of the bookstore. She’d been taken on by the kind and sweet owner, Beth, as a favor. “For as long as you need, honey,” the older woman said. Beth was a friend of Severin’s, so Padme knew her mother had something to do with her getting this job. It suited her; short hours – she still couldn’t stand up for long periods, but the sedate quietude of the place relaxed her, and lately, Beth had given her more responsibility. It was tempting to sit and read all day, as she had during her recovery – that way she could focus on the story rather than obsess over Enver.
She had finally stopped going to Henry. She knew it was pointless and with Dale helping her, she felt like she was doing something. But they hadn’t made any headway – Enver was in the wind.
“Excuse me?”
Padme turned to see a tall man, good-looking, impeccably dressed standing behind her.
“Can I help you?” She forced a smile onto her face.
He smiled down at her, almost arrogantly, and Padme felt her skin prickle with irritation.
“I hope you can, Padme. Hello,” he held out his hand to her, “I’m Frederick Ingles.”
Padme felt ice in her veins. She shot a panicked look at Beth, who was talking to another customer at the front of the store. She looked back at Ingles. “If you’re going to kill me, take me somewhere else and do it. Don’t hurt anyone else, please. I’ll come with you, I won’t make a fuss.”
Frederick Ingles threw his head back and laughed loudly, garnering the attention of everyone in the bookstore. Padme could feel the panic rising in her throat.
“Please.” She hissed at him, but he shook his head.
“Why on Earth would I kill you, my dear Padme? You misunderstand my visit. I merely came to ask you if you would be so kind to join me for lunch. We can take a cab or even walk to the small coffeehouse down the block if you feel uncomfortable. I simply want to talk to you.”
Padme shot Beth another look, but her boss was still chatting away happily. She looked back at the man in front of her.
“Fine, just…I get off in ten minutes. Wait at the coffeehouse, I’ll be there.”
