Page 75 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
She sucked in a breath as my fingers pressed the fabric against her clit. “Uh, both? No, the ones on my face first. And then the other ones?”
I moved up and over her until I had her completely beneath me. I captured her lips with mine and kissed her, neither hard nor soft. It was an exploratory kind of kiss, letting her set the pace, the depth. I wanted her to tell me what she wanted, even if it was with her body. She curled up into me and kissed me back hard, and I grinned. Hard and fast? Thank god.
I met her lips with equal force, until the sounds of our panting breaths and the wet sounds of our kissing filled the room. I reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulling it higher up my hip so when I ground downwards, I got a clear shot at her clit, making her moan against me.
It wasn’t often that I got to have her alone. As much as I adored making love to her with Hendrick, I loved this too. All her responses were for me. All her moans. All her pleasure. It was because of what I was doing to her right now that she was panting for air.
When I could feel the damp press of her sleep shorts against my cock, I groaned. I wanted to taste her. I pulled away. Normally, I would take my time, explore her body a bit on a slow journey downwards, but I wanted her clit between my lips as soon as possible. I wanted her to come on my cheeks. I dragged her shorts down her legs, pulling them over her feet and then throwing them over my shoulder.
Once upon a time, I’d thought I was gay. No matter how hard I tried, the only person I’d ever wanted was Hendrick fucking Kenley. But right now, I was aching so badly to have this woman wrapped around my cock that I wanted to go back and slap the younger version of me, to tell him the definition of pansexual.
I slid my fingers inside her, letting her juices make my hand nice and wet, as I leaned forward and sucked on her clit. I curled my fingers upwards, stroking her G-spot easily. Now that I knew where it was, I felt like I was some kind of sex god. Then I focused entirely on making Viva come as many times as humanly possible.
Curl and suck. Shit was basically a hindbrain reflex, and it was making her writhe like she was being shocked with electricity. I pressed more fingers inside her, nudging her clit hard with a swirl of my tongue before going back to sucking. She came, and my hand was so wet that if I just folded it a little more, teased her a little more, I could almost slide my whole hand inside her.
The very idea made my balls pull tight against my body. Fuck, I’d leave fisting for another day, because I was about to fucking come and I wanted my dick to be inside her when that happened.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Hendrick hadn’t even argued with the wisdom of unpacking the condoms and putting them in a bedside drawer as soon as we stopped in a hotel. Didn’t matter if we were going to be there for a night or a month, they were always the first thing to come out, especially now there were four of us and Aviva had an insatiable appetite.
“What do you want?” I grunted, my body straining with need.
“I want you to fuck me like you want to be a part of me forever. Like you love me.”
I spread her legs wide and kissed her hard, spreading the taste of her all over her face too. “I don’t know how to make love to you any other way, Aviva Kenley. You’re a part of my soul already.” I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders, propping a pillow under her hips. “But I’m happy to fuck it into your brain so you never have any doubt that you belong right here, with me, forever.” I slid inside her with a hard thrust, and she moaned so loud that the room next door definitely heard it.
Let them. Because I wanted the whole world to know I loved her, so I’d make her scream and come, and when she’d come down, I’d do it all over again.
Chapter37
Hendrick
“Ibought a Lamborghini.”
“And this one?”
“The insurance excess when I crashed the Lamborghini.”
“This one?”
I yawned. “I bought drinks for everyone in a bar in Aspen.”
“Generous of you.” His words might be positive, but his tone told me his true feelings. He thought I was a waste of space. A rich brat. Fuck him.
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll take you out and get you a drink one day. I know being a middling grunt at the FBI can’t pay amazingly.”
The guy’s jaw flexed, but he continued on without the judgement. “This amount here?”
“My father threatened to brand me with the family crest unless I gave him money for a big fundraising dinner for his constituents.” I pulled up the sleeve of my Henley shirt and showed him the cigar burns. “Lucky you can’t get brands custom-made overnight, right? Cigars work just as well for the purpose though.”
The guy’s face went ashen, and I didn’t bother keeping the sneer off my face. Check-Fuck-You-Mate.
“Look. If we are going to go through every amount over ten thousand, we’ll be here until you fucking retire. This amount here, here, and here were all forced ‘donations’ to his campaign. The rest was just me being a rich bastard.”
The agent nodded. “Fair enough.”
It took us fifteen more minutes, but finally we were done. We’d been here for so many hours already, but I’d given Fabio his statement and gone through my accounts with a fine-tooth comb. Like I was stupid, and didn’t do all my less than moral accounting offshore.
Finally stumbling away from the forensic accountant’s cubicle, I spotted Sampson legit twiddling his thumbs. He hadn’t been able to bring in his cellphone, and it was like his thumbs didn’t know what to do without a screen to be tapping against. Evan hovered nearby, giving every agent the stink eye. Mission of the day—get Evan drunk and cajole him into telling us why he hated the Feds so much.
