Page 52 of Mr. Delicious
“I’m going to fuck you hard Wren.” I gripped on to her little waist, forcing her ass up towards me and started to pump.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this again, or that each time felt better and better.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. It drowned out everything else, and the world faded away with it. The glass doors captured a hazy reflection of us. Her with her tits bouncing in front of her, hair going wild and me pounding into her from behind.
I lost myself in her. But it wasn’t just the feeling, it was her. It was in that moment as pure happiness coursed through me that I realized I couldn’t be without her.
Passion burst where we joined and we both cried out into the orgasmic wave that gripped us, squeezed us in its claws and released us.
She collapsed on to her arms when I pulled out of her and I moved to her quickly thinking I hurt her.
“Wren, baby are you okay?” I stroked her hair.
She gave me a weak smile and reached out to touch my jaw. “I’m fine. You are too much Mr Delicious.”
“And you Mrs Delicious.”
Maybe I had gone crazy. A few days in Paris and this woman had me wanting her to be my Mrs.
Again, I didn’t care. I would gladly go crazy for her.
I scooped her up, hoping like hell Maria had left because, except for Wren’s skirt we were both naked.
* * *
“I located the fucker.” Chad beamed. Static echoed across the line as he laughed.
I laughed too and moved away from Wren so she could sleep in peace. I’d wiped her out. The poor angel was literally in an exhaustion coma.
I went into the corridor and sat on the window ledge.
“Tell me what happened.”
“You know I don’t know how this guy managed to do all that he did,” Chad mused.
Before I left I gave Chad the task of locating Billy. Sure I was going to sort Wren out and make the debt disappear but I wasn’t stupid. That wasn’t debt she got herself into for anything frivolous. She was conned. Simple as that I was going to make sure justice got served and that fucking asshole got what was coming to him.
“Right, you’re going to love this. So …I hired Nick.”
At the mention of Nick’s name I had to laugh. Nick Wylder was an ex-marine turned private investigator. He ran his own firm in the centre of Chicago. Chad introduced me when I needed a guy checked out who I suspected was trying to set up a scam.
“You’re right I love it.” I chuckled. “Please tell me he at least got to punch the fucker.” Because I really wanted to for all the shit Billy put Wren through.
“Not yet. There’s some kinks he had to work through. The situation is deeper than a mere domestic case. But Nick’s working on it.”
I frowned. It sounded serious, but I took comfort in the fact that Nick was on the case. If there was a job you needed doing like that Nick was the man. I didn’t know how this guy got shit done but he did. Even the most impossible tasks wasn’t a problem for him. The man was talented but also of the scary, crazy variety.
We’d met up a few times as friends. Even met his wife Mia and their little girl Ariel. It was good to work with someone like Nick because he understood the personal side of things and wouldn’t ask unnecessary questions. He’d just get shit done.
“How bad is it?”
“Well, bad in the sense that the feds may get involved. Turns out dear Billy invested in a sex club that’s been linked to sex trafficking in South America. Cherry on top’s they’ve also been trafficking a new type of drug that’s been appearing on the street.”
“Fuck.” This had to be some kind of joke. I thought cheating bastard sure, but this was deep shit.
“Yes, fuck. So Nick’s not approaching him just yet.”
“So is Billy actually as broke as we think?” I had an inkling that we wouldn’t be able to get back all of Wren’s money but some would have been nice.
