Chapter 34
Research
Dante
After a quick shower and putting Sara in my shirt, we had dinner and then everyone did their own things.
Finn has his laptop on the table, catching up on work.
Wyatt disappeared into the office about an hour ago.
Sara seems caught up in the book she’s reading with a throw blanket over her legs.
I just got back from taking Peabody on a walk.
When I undo his leash, he races over to Sara and jumps on her lap.
“Hey, Peabody. Did you have a good walk?”
He curls up in a ball on her and gives a little huff.
“I wouldn’t let him chase a squirrel.” I hang up his leash and kick off my shoes before joining her on the couch.
She smiles at me before looking down at her book. I have a few spreadsheets to review for work. Tom left us a hell of a mess to dig out of. Even with the three of us, we can barely keep up with our own clients, and with Tom’s on top of ours, we’re struggling.
“Let me know when you’re ready for bed, pip.” I reach forward and grab my tablet, opening the file I need to review. One of Tom’s clients.
I also need to research the other clients Beth told me about. Searching the files turned up nothing. Maybe they’re on Tom’s cloud drive. I make a note to ask Theo to look for those specifically.
As soon as I finish with the spreadsheets, I glance at Sara. She’s moved so she’s leaning against my arm, curled up, reading. At least she was the last time I looked. Now she’s asleep. For a second, I just absorb the fact she’s here with me.
I’m tempted to carry her to my bed and just hold her as she sleeps. But I’m aware that, at some point, Tom will return and this arrangement will all end. We’ll end. Tom would never approve, and while his approval might not mean much to us, Sara adores her older brother, even with his faults.
Releasing a breath, I open my browser. I’ll get some research done before I carry her to bed. Where I will definitely fuck her while I have her.
I start with Galvin Banking Group, which is a financial institution. The website is fairly basic, but it has a customer login and shows the different deposit and loan instruments they offer.
It’s a fairly small bank with only a few locations, but nothing seems out of place.
They don’t list officers or employees on the website. But that’s not unusual.
I look through the federal bank regulators’ websites and nothing seems off. There are no enforcement actions listed. Without looking at their financials, I can’t get any additional information on them.
If they are a client, Tom would have obtained the most recent financial statements at the least. If he followed protocol, we’d have a minimum of three years of previously audited statements.
When I search for Casino Caper, I find a website that wants me to download their app. Yeah, that’s not happening. I do a little more research before Sara squirms next to me.
I set my tablet down and rub the bridge of my nose. Access to the files would tell me so much more than an internet search. But it’s better than nothing, which is all I currently have.
Beth gets back tomorrow. I’ll have her bring me everything she has on the new clients.
“Did I fall asleep?” Sara blinks up at me with her pale green eyes.
“Yes, pip.” I stroke my hand over her hair. How I resisted touching her before now is beyond me. It seems impossible I was satisfied with just diverting her attention from Wyatt. Now I want her attention for myself.
She pushes to sit up and stretches. “I’m not sleeping as much as I probably should.”
Her soft smile makes my heart stop. There’s something about Sara Morris that has always grabbed me. When she was a child, I wanted to help protect her. I didn’t think much about her when I was a teenager. I was too busy chasing girls my age and hanging with my friends.
I don’t know when the shift happened. But I remember the summer we came home from college to find Sara wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was still off-limits, but she was softer and more shy around us.
The shyness didn’t last long. But every now and then, I’d see a glimpse of that girl in the woman in front of me. I couldn’t let myself feel more. I shut off my attraction and shoved it deep inside.
She reaches out and I hold my breath, waiting for her touch. She cups my jaw. “Is it time for bed, boss?”
I glance over at Finn, working at the table. He’s going to get locked out tonight because if anyone is waking Sara, it will be me.
Before she can get up, I scoop her into my arms and stand with her. Her arms wrap around my neck.
“Night, Finn,” she says.
Finn winks at her. “See you later, flower.”
“No, you won’t.” I meet his gaze. “Not tonight.”
He leans back in his chair and nods. “Fine.”
When Peabody stands from his place on the couch to follow us, I nod to him and say, “Take care of Peabody.”
Finn smirks and shrugs. “I owe you.”
Damn right he owes me. I took care of Peabody last night so he could have time alone with Sara. It’s my turn.
Sara
Dante carries me into his room like we’ve done this a million times before. Yes, we had sex in the shower that night I slept in his room, but actually just the two of us hasn’t happened much.
He lowers me to my bare feet and turns to lock the door for good measure. There’s something naughty about him locking the others out. Keeping me to himself.
The lights are on in his room and he doesn’t turn them off. I stand there waiting for him to tell me what to do. While Wyatt orders me around to dominate me, Dante’s orders feel different. More playful. Less strict.
He doesn’t punish me the way Wyatt does.
When he turns, his cool blue eyes take me in. His white shirt hangs to midthigh on me. Beneath it, I’m naked and aching for whatever he wants to do to me.
He towers over me. His warmth seeps deep into my skin and his ocean scent flows over me. After we fucked earlier, he put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants. The outline of his cock presses against the soft fabric. I wet my lips. He’s hard and ready for me.
Swallowing, I lift my gaze to his. “How do you want me, boss?”
He brushes my hair over my shoulder. Shivers race through me. I’m a little sore from earlier, but I can’t wait to have him inside me again.
Taking my shoulders, he turns me to face the wall mirror. He looms behind me, huge and intimidating. Any other man his size would be terrifying but Dante is intoxicating.
“Take off my shirt, pip.” He plucks at the dress shirt covering me.
I lift my trembling hands to the buttons and slowly release each of them. When the shirt falls open and I begin to shrug it off, he puts his hands on my shoulders.
“Wait.” The word is soft.
I don’t say anything, just breathe in this moment. Breathe him in.
I never could have imagined how much I would want Dante. Attraction was one thing. This deep, pulsing need is another. I thought I could only feel this way for one man, so I made the choice. Wyatt.
But fuck, I’m glad I don’t have to choose, because I don’t think I could give up any of them. Definitely not Dante.
His attention is on my reflection and I’m captivated by the expression of longing on his face.
His hands come to rest on the sides of his shirt right above my breasts. When he opens the shirt to reveal my body, I suck in a harsh breath at the sizzle of anticipation coursing through me. My skin is flushed pink.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, pip?” He draws it open farther, pulling it over my shoulders and dragging it down along my skin.
I shiver. In his arms, I feel gorgeous.
He drops the shirt on the floor by our feet. “The first time I saw you naked, spread out on your bed, I couldn’t breathe. It was wrong to watch, but nothing had ever felt more right.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, letting it ripple over my back, tickling me. I don’t speak. I don’t want to disrupt the spell he’s casting over me.
“Touch your breast, pip.” He wets his lips as our gazes lock in the mirror. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
My hands cup my heavy breasts. I slide my fingers over my tightened nipples. His eyes take in all of me. I grow even wetter as I massage my breasts and tease my nipples, knowing he’ll touch me soon. His hands remain in my hair as my arousal deepens.
“Slide your hands down to your belly.”
When I do as he asks, his large hands come around to take the place of my hands on my breasts. I suck in a breath as he touches me the same, but somehow makes it feel ten times more intense.
“Like this, pip?” His fingers caress my nipples.
“Yes. Please.” I moan as he strokes my breasts. “Boss?”
He lifts his gaze to my eyes in the mirror.
“Be naked with me.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “I want to take my time with you. I want you to come so many times Wyatt will have no choice but to punish you.”
I whimper and press my thighs together at the aching that thought causes.
“Do you need to come, pip?” His t-shirt brushes my back.
“Yes, boss.”
“On the bed. Spread your legs wide, knees up. Show me how good it feels to fuck you.”
Wetting my lips, I cross to the bed and sit near the edge, scooting back enough to put my feet up. “Like this?”
He takes off his t-shirt and tosses it in the direction of his laundry, never taking his gaze off me.
I prop myself up with one hand on the bed behind me before touching my pussy. I dip back to my entrance to gather more wetness before sliding up through my folds.
“Like this?” I’m breathless as I glide my finger over my clit.
He steps out of his sweatpants. Fuck, he’s so much of everything. Tall, cut, and when he fists his thick cock, my pussy pulses with need.
“Use both hands, pip. Fuck those fingers in and out of your sweet little cunt while you stroke your clit.”
I lie back on the bed and do as I’m told.
He’s not in my line of sight, but I can hear his heavy breaths, the slide of his hand over his cock.
He’s watching me. Watching my fingers coated in my wetness as they thrust in and out of my pussy.
My breasts rising and falling with every shuddering breath.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want his hands on me. His mouth. His cock inside me.
“Do you still feel my cum inside you, pip?”
“No, boss, please fill me up.” The white ceiling above me mocks my efforts to have him put his body on mine.
“What’s wrong, pip? Are your fingers not enough to get you there now that you aren’t a virgin? Now that you’ve had cocks shoved deep into your tight little cunt?”
“Dante,” I whimper, so fucking close. I need him. I want him. I burn for him.
When his fingers circle my wrists, I freeze.
“Slow down, pip. You’ll get there faster if you let yourself feel it.” His voice slips over me.
He controls my hands, thrusting my fingers inside me slowly, deeply, before drawing out and pushing back in. My other fingers he moves over my clit in delicious circles. Everything inside me tightens, needing release.
“May I come, boss?” I gasp as he changes the tempo just slightly.
“Do you want to? Do you want to come all over your fingers?”
I moan. “I want to come for you, boss.”
He lowers to his knees between my legs and removes the fingers from my clit, burying my other fingers deep inside me and holding them there.
“Come for me, pip.” He leans in and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I arch against the bed as sensations burn through me, shattering me, destroying me, recreating me. He doesn’t let up and neither does my orgasm, just churning over and over again.
“You can do better than that, pip.” His lips move against my pussy and he thrusts my fingers in and out of me.
I shake my head back and forth as it begins to build again. That sweet tension that never really dissipated. “I can’t, boss.”
On the next thrust, he slides his finger in beside mine. I groan at the stretch. He works our fingers in and out while he licks and sucks on my clit until I can’t take it anymore. The fire consumes me and I scream at the pleasure that racks my body as I come.
“You come so sweetly, pip. One more time.”
He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and I can’t think. My breath comes out in pants as he adds another finger to ours already thrusting into me.
“Dante!” I cry out. I’m overstimulated and it doesn’t take much before I’m hitting a euphoric state, shattering around our fingers, gushing my release.
“Good girl.” He pulls our fingers out, and I don’t know whether to sigh with relief or cry that I’m not filled anymore. He stands and lifts my hips, slotting his cock against my pussy. “How’s your pussy and ass after earlier, pip?”
My hands fall to the bed beside me. A sheen of sweat covers my body. When he slides his cock against me, I suck in a breath.
“Answer me, pip.”
“Empty, boss.” I open my eyes and meet his steady gaze. “They feel empty.”
His smile is wicked. “We’ll have to fix that.”