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While I am still wobbly and a little dazed, he eases me onto my knees beside the couch. He then works his way around me and stretches out on it before pulling me up onto his stomach.
“I’ll stick,” I say.
“Why?” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief.
“All that honey you poured on me.”
“Mmmm, honey. So sweet, but not as sweet as you.”
To my amazement, I feel him stirring again. “Your turn to do the work,” he says, easing me into what is becoming our favorite position. The couch cushions slide out from under my knees, and Charles has to support them with his hands. It keeps him pinned and gives me a chance to explore his muscular body with my hands. Yet somehow, he manages to slide me down on his cock and to begin a slow, teasing rhythm. We enjoy each other, moving languorously. I savor the slow, long strokes as he slides in and out of my well-lubricated spaces. When we climax together, it is a long, deep shuddering earthquake that moved me to the core.
I collapse against him, and he holds me there. Slowly, he runs his fingers through my hair. “Kate,” he murmurs. “Dearest Kate.”
“Dearest Charles,” I murmur back. The words “I love you” hover on my lips, but I’m afraid to say them. Afraid that if I do, all of everything will end. Too tired to indulge ourselves any more, we fall asleep on the couch, a sticky, tangled mess in front of the gas log fire.
Chapter twenty-five
Charles
I awake to the ringing phone. Kate slumbers beside me, nearly falling off the couch. She has one arm flung over me and one knee draped over my good leg. She is warm, alive, and so precious to me.
I close my eyes and pull her to me, my sleepy body reacting to her presence. I hate to disturb her but I’m not sure I can get up without waking her.
The phone’s annoying buzz escalates into a high-pitched Star Trek alarm ring, then goes to voice mail. “Play that,” I direct the automatic answering service.
The recorded message cuts in. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. They came in so fast”.
It is Grace’s voice, thick with sobbing. “Call back,” I direct the phone, giving one of its voice commands.
Kate awakes, deliberately sliding off me to kneel on the floor beside the couch. She pulls her robe close around her, and I sit up as we both listen to the phone ringing on the other end.
When it is answered, a different voice is on the line. “Mr.Emory? This is Larry. I’ve got bad news, so I’ll get straight to it. Grace took Cece to the ladies’ room. When she didn’t come back in a reasonable amount of time, Mr. Bailey went to check on her, and someone coshed him on the back of the head. A guy coming back from the men’s head saw him lying on the floor and called security. He thought he was a drunk who had passed out.”
“Cece? Grace?” Kate asks. Her face is bloodless, her fingers bunched in my robe where it draped over my knee.
“Grace was just coming to in the ladies’ room and making a phone call as security entered. She’s upset, and she’s got a heck of a lump over one ear, but otherwise probably ok. The EMTs on staff are checking her for concussion right now.”
“Cece?” I ask, my heart in my throat. I know what is coming, or think I do. It is why I had built the penthouse, why there is a security team with my daughter at all times.
“She, two of Santa’s elves, and one of the emergency life rafts are missing. How the heck they managed to get off the showboat without anyone noticing . . .
“Where was the security team?” I snarl.
“That’s the really bad part,” Larry says. “One of them was stabbed with a hunting knife, and the other two are missing. I was helping a woman whose kid tried to ride the reindeer. The kid is a brawny ten-year-old who was putting up a fight to get away from his mother.”
“What happened to the kid and his mother?” I ask, my frontal brain kicking into gear and putting a hold on my panicking rear brain.
“The mother swears she didn’t know anything about it, but the kid says ‘some guy’ gave him ten dollars and bet him he couldn’t ride the reindeer.”
Kate is up and moving. I don’t pay attention to what she is doing. “What action is being taken?” I ask.
Larry swears a colorful blue streak of creative expressions. “Nothing,” he ends off saying. “They say that Cece probably talked the helpers into taking her for a boat ride. They aren’t even reporting it!”
I force my body upright, just as Kate comes to me with a stack of clothing. “Dress where you are,” she says. “I’ve called Gregory Jones. He’s part of a fire and rescue team, and a member of the reserves. He’s on his way to us as fast as the reserve chopper can bring him, but it is still going to be nearly an hour before he gets here.”
“Who is Gregory Jones?” I ask, while pulling on my pants.
Kate blushes a fiery crimson. “A guy I had a crush on when I was in high school, and part of the genius behind the straw bale houses. Don’t worry…he’s married now. But more importantly, he has contacts and can cut through the red tape. I also called Manuela, and she’s calling out the rest of your security forces.”
