Page 12 of His Sweet Torment
“Well, it isn’t, is it? Not during the investigation, anyway.”
Padme blushed, and Dale’s eye widened. “Youdidn’t?”
“Once,” she admitted, “when everyone was asleep.”
Dale considered and smiled mischievously. “Nicely done, Kaur.”
She giggled but told him to shut up. “I cannot believe I risked everything for a jump.”
“Except it was more than that, right?” His voice was soft now. “You’ve fallen for him.”
Padme hesitated and then nodded. “Maybe I should quit.”
Dale made a siren sound. “Emergency, call the Sisterhood, emergency.” He intoned it like a robot and Padme started to laugh at him and then couldn’t stop until they were both crying.
“You are such a loser,” she said, wiping her eyes.
“Yeah, but I’m your best loser,” he said smugly, and she grinned.
“Yeah, you are. Give me a high-five.”
All the way to the safehouse, going through so many detours and diversions she lost count, Padme practiced her ‘Greeting the Protectee’reaction.
Hello again, Mr. Toscano, good to see you safe and well.
Mr. Toscano, hello, good to see you.
God, Enver, I love you so much, get your clothes off right now…
Her lips twitched with a grin. No, that last one really wouldn’t be appropriate – despite it being….true. Shit.Shelovedhim. No, no that wasn’t possible, she’d known him for a month. But everything in her body said it was true. She loved Enver Toscano. She closed her eyes and pictured him now, his crooked smile that changed his face from many to boyish, that dark beard, those green eyes, that golden tanned skin. The feel of his lips against hers, on her nipples, on her clit. Jesus, stop, she told herself, but then she couldn’t stop the memory of his huge ramrod-hard cock plunging into her swollen and wet cunt over and over and over…
When they arrived at the new safe house, Padme kept all her feelings inside her as she nodded to the security guard. “Mr. Toscano is in his study, Agent. Far end of the corridor as you go in.”
“Thank you.” She made to move then stopped. “Is Mr. Dedalus here, agent?”
“No, Ma’am, just Mr. Toscano.”
“Thank you.” She said again, and then, her heart in her mouth, she walked to the study and knocked. “Come in.”
She opened the door and saw him. Dressed in a sweater and blue jeans, he looked up from behind the desk, and the smile that spread across his face made her knees weak. Without a word, he got up, and with two long strides, he took her in his arms and kissed her. Padme, lost in his embrace, heard him lock the door behind her. A beat, then they were tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel each other’s skin against their own. Enver lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged into her, pushing her back against the wall as they fucked. Padme was glad the wall was concrete and not wood as Enver slammed his lips into her over and over, his cock reaming her into a delirious state of pleasure.
“I love you,” she gasped, not caring if he got freaked out. “I love you so much, Enver Toscano…”
“Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo,”he whispered with real feeling, with tears in his eyes. “I love you too,il mia amore.”
He made her come again and again as they clawed, and bit, and sucked at each other’s bodies. Nothing existed in the world for them at that moment, just the joining of their bodies, the gaze of their eyes. Enver laid her on the desk, stroking the length of her body from her throat, cupping her breasts, down to her belly, then he dropped to his knees and buried his head between her legs, sucking and teasing at her clit until she was moaning and coming again.
They caught their breaths, kissing and listening for anyone who might be close, then, grinning up at him, Padme took his already hard cock into her mouth and teased him, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked at him, massaging his balls with her hand, hearing his groans and him saying her name over and over. He tried to draw out as he was close but she shook her head, and he came in her mouth, swallowing him down.
“God, Padme…Padme…ti amo…” He lifted her into his arms and kissed her, his green eyes soft with love. “When I heard those gun shots, I thought I’d lost you. I tried to get out of the helicopter, but they took off. I was screaming at them – I’m afraid I cursed them out.”
Padme chuckled, smoothing his hair back from his face. “And I’m glad they ignored you.” Her smile faded. “I’m sorry about Chaley. Such a sweet girl.”
Enver’s eyes were full of pain, and he nodded. “And they would not let me see her, or call her parents.” He set Padme down on her feet, and they got dressed. “Come sit with me, darling.”
He unlocked the door in case anyone got suspicious and opened the window to let some fresh air in. He sat next to Padme and took her hand. “I cannot imagine what it must have been like to find her like that.”
Padme sighed. “Yes, you can. The same people who killed Max and Julia murdered Chaley.”
