Chapter Eighteen
Donovan could see a wicked glint in her eye, but deciding to play along he did as she requested. He could hear her moving, then a second later his fly was being unzipped. Though tempted to ask, what are you doing? the answer was obvious and he broke into a grin. But as her fingers wrapped themselves around his suddenly stiffening member, he took a deep breath and sank into the lewd attention.
She stroked him into hardness before taking him into her mouth, then holding him with a firm grip, began slowly moving her lips up and down his shaft. Tantalizing sensations rippled through him, and he longed to reach under the table, fist her hair and take control. But there was a unique gratification allowing her to be in the driver’s seat.
He caught his breath.
She was suddenly sucking him with greater gusto sending a surge of energy through his loins. He abruptly realized he’d lost all sense of time. Had he been relishing the intoxicating attention for five minutes or fifteen?
But it didn’t matter.
She had brought him to the brink of a powerful climax..
As if knowing he was about to explode she urgently devoured him. There was no denying her.
With spasm after spasm shuddering through his body, he let out a series of loud gravelly groans and erupted into her warm, inviting mouth…
* * *
Utterly drained, Donovan slowly opened his eyes. Phoebe was standing at the kitchen sink drinking a glass of water. Rising to his feet, he tucked his limp member back into his slacks, zipped them up, then ambled across the short space and wrapped her into a bear hug.
“That was…” he muttered, then paused, searching for the right words.
“A surprise?” she softly suggested.
“Most definitely.”
“It was a goodbye present, something to remember me by.”
“You can rest assured it’s engraved in my head, and not just while I’m gone. It’s a surprise I’ll never forget.”
“Donovan,” she murmured, shifting in his arms and smiling up at him. “I know a memorable moment when it happens too, and it will stay with me forever.”
“Let’s toast that with a fresh cup of tea,” he suggested, moving his arm around her shoulders and guiding her back to the table.
“When are you leaving?”
“I’m not sure. I think—” but before he could finish he was interrupted by the chiming of his phone. “Hold on, I’m about to find out,” he added, quickly lifting it from his pocket and accepting the call. “Hey, what’s the word?”
“Your plane and some helpful paperwork is waiting at the usual airfield,” Sam declared, “and you’ll be staying at a hotel called The Hamptons Hideaway. It’s high-end so dress appropriately.”
“I know The Hideaway. I stayed there a couple of years ago. It’s a good choice.”
“That’s why I picked it. You’ll be in one of the guest cottages. But Donovan, I have some excellent news. Fate seems to be on our side. Manny is throwing a big bash tomorrow night, and it’s a Masquerade Ball.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. I’ll find a way to get you on the guest list and arrange a costume and a fake I.D. He’s bound to have tight security.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe fate is on our side. I’ll let our mutual friend know and head out.“
“I assume you mean Boris and you can’t mention his name because Phoebe is there.”
“That’s correct.”
“Do you want me to contact your personal assistant and send her over to keep Phoebe company until you get back. Or do you think we should move her?”
“Let’s keep the status quo for now, so yeah, get in touch with Nadia. If she has any questions tell her to call me.”
“Will do, but Donovan, you must stay in touch, and I mean continuously,” Sam said solemnly. “Don’t do one of your disappearing acts. This is a tough job. You need to keep me in the loop.”
“I’ll make a point of checking in. If more than twelve hours goes by and you haven’t heard from me, send in the cavalry.”
“Got it. Good luck. Call me once you’re checked into the hotel.”
“Will do. Bye.”
“I take it you’re leaving,” Phoebe said with a sigh as he ended the call.
“I’m afraid so. You can keep me company while I pack if you want.”
“There’s nothing you need to hide from me?” she quipped. “Don’t you have all kinds of secret stuff?”
“Stop it,” he said, landing a quick swat on her backside, “or do I need to put you over my knee for a full five minutes with that paddle?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Except be a smart ass.”
“A girl has to have some fun. But on a serious note, what’s going to happen to me? Am I staying here or will someone pick me up and take me someplace else?”
“My P.A. will arrive in a couple of hours. Her name is Nadia, and she’ll be here until I get back.”
“Which will be when?”
“Hard to say. Hopefully just a few days,” he replied, taking her hand and heading from the kitchen.
“So much for that second cup of tea.”
‘’Such is life.”
“Donovan, may I have the code to the dungeon? I’d really like to spend more time down there.”
“I suppose it can’t hurt. It’s M-A-S-T-E-R. Master.”
“Of course it is. I should have realized, and it just hit me. You’ve taken me all over the house, but you said there are other rooms with keypad locks and I didn’t see any,” she exclaimed as they climbed the stairs.
“There’s another wing. I’ll show you when I get back.”
“Is this job very dangerous?”
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, yes and no,” he repeated emphatically, pushing open the door to his bedroom suite. “It might be, it might not be. Until I get the lay of the land it’s hard to say.”
“Donovan, stop a second.”
Pausing his step, he turned and stared down at her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a pain,” she said, softening her voice. “I’m just worried, especially after what happened that night.”
“It’s okay, I understand, but this situation is very different to the one that landed me inside that van.”
“Will you tell me about that one day?”
“Hopefully I’ll be able to. Now I really must pack.”
“I know. I’m just going to sit here for a minute,” she said, moving across to the conversation pit and settling on the couch.
Her demeanor seemed calmer, but as he walked into his large, walk-in closet he glanced back at her.
She was smiling.
A chill pricked his skin.
“Hey, Phoebe…don’t do anything you shouldn’t while I’m gone.”
“Like what?”
“Like I said, anything.”
She laughed, then shook her head.
“Honestly, Donovan, what could that possibly be, aside from traipsing through the woods. You can relax. I have no desire to be eaten by a mountain lion, or any other creature lurking out there.”