Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
He works faster, and I follow suit. When he starts to grunt I allow myself to huff a little as I rock and tremble.
How long can he hold back? He must be near. I can’t. God, it’s too much.
The orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, and I have to reach out my free hand to grip the edge of the counter just to steady myself. I close my eyes, no longer caring that I came first, just wanting to ride the pleasure. My whimpers come to my ears as if they’re someone else’s, and I quiver as I cream my hand all over again. I hear Apollo grunt hard, and open my eyes to see string after string of white cum emptying into his hand.
Seconds.
That’s all it took.
Seconds longer and I would have won.
I grin at that thought, my competitive streak coming to the fore, but I don’t care. Not really. I only care about this.
He meets my eyes, then steps forward, his cock still standing proud as he takes my covered hand in his empty one and raises it to his lips. At the same time as he begins to lick it clean, he reaches his own used hand to my face, and I open my mouth.
Ready to clean him. Willing to clean him.
There’s nothing right now I want more.
Chapter Five
Apollo
She’s gone.
Damn her, I can feel the emptiness of my bed. Fuck, how did I let her rope me in like this?
I open my eyes and glance around the darkness of the room, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the window, leaving shadowed corners as a cool breeze chills my shoulders.
Last night, after what happened, I carried her upstairs. I placed her carefully in my bath and sponged her clean, showing her that there were no cuts. There might be bruises, I’m not sure. Her throat was starting to come up in welts. The thing is, she seemed almost disappointed to see no blood in the water, and that had me hard and needing to relieve myself all over again. After I settled her into the bed, and climbed in behind her, I nestled my cock in the naked groove of her ass and slowly drew it back and forth as I wrapped her in my arms, cupping her tits as we fell asleep.
I thought I’d wake to her beside me. I planned to take her for breakfast, perhaps even reveal to her that I know who and what she is and I don’t care.
What a fool.
Of course, last night was just a part of her job. Somehow, the feds found out about my secret desires. Perhaps they spoke to Roman’s mother, the only other woman who’s come close to seeing this side of me. That one time I took things a little further than she liked and she wouldn’t speak to me for a week. But she hates cops as much as I do. They would have to torture her to get anything.
I might have a string of failed marriages behind me but the women I choose are strong.
Well, however they discovered it, they did, and Agent Cassandra Divine knew what she had to do to get me to trust her.
But then why is she gone?
Looking at my phone app, no alarms have been triggered. She didn’t even try to break into my office, didn’t even attempt to find any of the evidence they need to put me behind bars. Not that it would have worked, there’s nothing here that she could use, but she doesn’t know that. And surely that’s her mission.
All I can think is that she’s playing a long game and I just can’t see all the pieces yet.
I bring my phone to my face and call the gate guard. “You let a woman out of here?”
“Yes, sir.” He laughs. “Pretty girl. Nothing but a men’s shirt belted at the waist to cover—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, and he falls silent immediately. “You wipe that memory from your mind or I’ll cut your eyes out with a rusty spoon. We clear?”
My heart is racing, my muscles tense. I’m ready to march down to the gate and carry out my threat if I detect so much as a hint of interest still in his voice. Who the fuck does he think he is, having thoughts about her?
“Yes, sir. Sorry, I—”
I hang up. I don’t want his apologies. My fury with her is only matched by my desire for her in this moment, and now that my blood is boiling it needs somewhere to vent. Fuck her compassion, fuck her mercy. She doesn’t get to tell me how to handle anyone that would hurt her.
I place a call to Camilo, and he picks up on the second ring, sounding groggy. Probably because it’s not even five am.