Page 52 of The Virgin's Dance
As the ballet started, Pilot felt a rush of love and pride as Boh danced onto the stage, once again the lead in the company’s production ofGiselle.As he had told Grace, their son immediately stopped struggling and gazed at his mother as she danced.
“Well, isn’t that something?” Grace said, impressed, but then she too was entranced by the ballet.
Boh, having given birth to Tomaso, was back at work within three months, the baby weight gone, her body in tiptop condition. Now, thirteen months later, one would never know that she was pregnant again; only the tiniest curve to her abdomen gave her away. Only she and Pilot knew about the pregnancy so far. Pilot smiled to himself. At this rate, they’d have a brood of kids before Boh was even 30.
After this ballet, Boh was taking a sabbatical. She wanted to spend time with the baby this time around, and Tomaso before he got too old. Dancing had been her first love until she had met Pilot, but now that their little family was growing, and Pilot’s world tour of his hugely well-receivedBoh by Scamoexhibition was over, they planned to spend time in the country of his birth, Italy.
Before that though … the trial. Eugenie’s first trial had collapsed when the judge had been found guilty of taking bribes from Eugenie’s family and now she faced extra charges. The raft of what she had been charged with read like a horror story. Two counts of attempted murder, plus the stabbing; plus the murder of Serena Carver, her partner in crime, who had tried to get Boh killed live on stage; were just the tip of the iceberg.
She had pled the fifth during her first trial, but now, Pilot’s lawyer had told them she was ready to talk. “She knows she’s going to jail for a very long time. She won’t ever leave. But she still wants her day in the sun.”
“She wants to see you again,” a furious Boh had told him. “she wants to hurt you again.”
Pilot had taken his wife into his arms. “Let her try,” he said softly. “She can’t touch us anymore.”
Now, as he watched Boh dance, he hoped that he had been telling the truth. Tomorrow, his mother, Blair, would come to take Tomaso for the week and then he and Boh would go to court to see Eugenie tried. Pilot knew Boh was probably right—if Eugenie was talking, then it would only be to spill more bile, but Pilot didn’t care. Genie would show the world who she really was and then pay for it. He and Boh would go on with their lives, happily, knowing she could never touch them again.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes as the interval began. Despite his almost miraculous recovery from the horrific injuries Eugenie had inflicted on him, the pace of their lives ever since had left him feeling exhausted—not that he would change a thing about Tomaso or his life with Boh.
But he was feeling his age, now, despite his body being fitter than it had in years, and he wondered if he were succumbing to a depression. He hoped not—right now, he had nothing,nothing, to be sad about. One of the things he loved most about Boh was that she noticed, and he found it so easy to talk about it to her.
“I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself, baby,” she said, late one night as they lay in bed. “You went through hell.” Pilot smiled at her as she stroked his face. There was so much love in her sweet eyes that he knew whatever came for them, they would get through it together.
Later, as they took their sleeping son home, Boh smiled at him. “Hungry?”
“For you? Always.”
She giggled at him. “I’m always available for you to, um,munchon.”
Pilot pulled a face. “Yeah, that killed the moment.” He laughed as she chuckled. She opened their refrigerator and sighed. “Pasta?”
“Pasta.”
They ate together, holding hands, at their breakfast bar in the kitchen. Boh studied her husband. “You okay, baby? Stressed about the trial?”
“I have no reason to be, but, yes,” he shrugged, wanting to be honest with her. “I hate the thought of us being in the same room as that bitch.”
“For one of the very last times, and then she’s gone from our lives. From everyone’s life, apart from Big Bertha in the shower.”
Pilot blinked. “Huh?”
Boh grinned at him. “Big Bertha’s very popular with the girls in prison.”
“Ah, I see.”
“She has herspecialgirlfriends.”
Pilot laughed, grateful she was trying to cheer him up. “I hear that.”
After they ate, Boh took his hand. “Come to bed, gorgeous man, I’ll make you forget about everything else.”
In the bedroom, they undressed each other and Boh kissed from his lips to his throat, nuzzling her nose along his jawline, before sinking to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. She traced a line along the thick shaft, making Pilot suck in a deep breath.
“Christ, Boh …”
She gave a deep-throated chuckle which made his cock quiver with desire. She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs. She gripped his cock in her hand and moved the tip along her damp sex. “Can you feel how wet I am for you, baby?”
She guided him inside and he groaned as her velvety cunt enveloped his cock. Boh gave a shaky moan as he filled her and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him. “God, you’re sobig, Pilot …”
