27. Alex/Katherine
27
ALEX/KATHERINE
“I’ve got good news and bad news,” Magnus Berg, my right-hand man, says. Despite his tough appearance and badass name, he never grew out of his love of childish games.
And just like every other time, my reply is the same. “Give me the bad news first.”
From her spot on the table, Katherine’s hands move to close her robe. I give a single shake of my head, and she pauses, questions in her eyes. I can’t answer with words, so actions will have to do because I’m certainly not stopping what we’ve started.
I’ll keep this call quick.
I grip my phone in my left hand and slide my right up Katherine’s torso, stopping right above her heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
So steady.
She sucks in a scandalized breath, and her lovely blue-green eyes widen. God, what she does to me.
I meet her gaze, willing her to read my mind. That’s right, honey. I’m not ending this call until you come all over my cock. Until you’re sticky with my cum.
I could do this all day. Until my back aches and my knees give out and my ankles protest. My dick would have to wave a white flag, but it’d be worth it.
Her hands snag the edge of the table as I pick up the pace. She bites her lip, trying to remain quiet, but the sight makes me feral. Or maybe it’s the feel of her bare and slippery smooth around my shaft. I literally have trouble hearing what Magnus says. The edges of my vision seem hazier than normal. All my concentration has narrowed to my dick.
“Winthrop said Chanler was complaining of chest pains the week leading up to his death, but he never saw a doctor. We looked into his death, and there was no coroner’s report. And the timing of the coroner’s retirement is suspicious.”
I pull my hips back until just the tip is inside her. Anticipation makes her tighten her legs behind my back, trying to impale herself. I love her determination. Her lips twist, and I can tell she wants to beg for more. To feel me deep, possessing her.
My muscles tingle and tense, wanting the same thing.
“Oh yeah?” I say, encouraging Magnus to continue, even though his words are barely registering.
I shuttle my hips forward, and her tits bounce in time with my movements. The feet of the table dig into the rug, and the dinnerware clinks gently.
If I have my way, this is what every day will look like for the rest of our lives.
Minus the business call.
Her brows lift. What does she see on my face? I don’t think I’m a terribly open book. In fact, G sometimes gets frustrated because I’m not terribly emotive. But I’m starting to think Katherine sees things no one else does.
“Chanler wasn’t cold for four days before the coroner punched his ticket.”
I grunt, not the least bit surprised. Did Lucinda think no one was looking? That no one would pay attention? The man was a billionaire, which put a target on his back. Was he brought down from inside his own family?
It wouldn’t be the first time.
And if my hunch is correct, what does that mean for the beautiful woman squirming on my cock?
When it comes to Katherine’s security, I’ll play offense, defense, hardball. Whatever it takes.
Right now, that’s digging into Lucinda Winthrop's trash. Uncovering all the things she’d rather I not know.
Katherine’s head drops back, showing off my mark on her throat. Damn, I love that. And the fact that she allowed it. Wanted it. Embraced it.
“Get the team to look into the financials,” I say.
“On it.”
I slide my hand down, teasing Katherine’s clit with my thumb. She bites off a whine, and I fuck her harder, dropping my hips so I can hit her G-spot. She’s clinging to the edge of the table now, legs locked around me, taking everything I have to give her so beautifully. And not offering a single objection to the semi-public nature of our tryst.
Damn, I’m a lucky man.
Getting luckier by the second.
“And the good news?”
Nothing’s going to top the fact that Katherine Montgomery loves me. Claims me. Welcomes me into her silken heat.
“I have all the information you requested on Tyler.”
My hips still and Katherine gives a soft sigh of protest.
A fissure of pleasure rushes through me that has nothing to do with the gorgeous woman clamping around my cock. I very much like to know who I’m dealing with. Who’s a threat. Who’s an ally. Tyler was a complete unknown, but not for long.
“Excellent, send it over.”
“Already done.”
“Anything interesting I should know?”
“His family’s English. Old money. He’s on this side of the pond, looking to expand their holdings. He’s done his share of partying, but now it looks like he’s moved on to clubs frequented by Mrs. Winthrop.”
“Her specifically?”
“Our investigator saw them last night. Said they looked, and I quote, very cozy.”
Well, damn. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what cozy means in that line of work.
“See if you can find out how long that’s been going on.”
A whimper bubbles up her throat. I slide my hand up and cover her mouth. She lets out a harsh exhale, eyes locked with mine, and then her eyelids droop as she melts beneath me.
“We’ll keep digging,” Magnus says, sounding far, far away.
The world slips into oblivion around us as Katherine’s cunt ripples around my dick, tugging and coaxing. Swallowing me in a sea of heat, pulling me under.
My jaw drops, and I barely manage to hold back my moan of ecstasy. She whimpers beneath my hand. Damn, I need more. I need to be rid of these clothes and off this call.
“I appreciate it. Let me know when you discover anything pertinent.”
I disconnect the call, practically tossing the phone away. Then I pull my hand away from her lips, stopping to tease her nipples on my way to her hips.
She moans in earnest. “Oh, thank god.”
I clamp my hands around her hips. “Sorry, Katie Bird. You’ve got me wound tighter than a spring.”
Her hands lock around my wrists. “Don’t apologize. Just make me come.”
My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and my breaths come in ragged pants as I give her everything I have. She’s a moaning, insatiable mess, twisting on the table beneath me.
“So good. Don’t stop.”
“No chance.”
I lift her legs straight up and wrap an arm across her shins, holding them to my chest. The change in position sends me deeper.
“Oh!” The ragged sound tears from her lips, beautifully garbled as she starts to come. Skin tightening, legs locking against my shoulders, her sweet pussy milking me.
“That’s it, Beauty.” Every pump of my hips makes the table rattle, a delightful percussion to her lusty cries.
She pulls me over into oblivion with her, her cunt so tight that I can’t hold back. Don’t want to. I’m in it with her.
I slam my hips one last time and give her everything I’ve got.
When we finally come down from our high, my clothes are disheveled, the front of my slacks damp, and sweat along the back of my neck.
She smiles up at me, lazy and sated. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
I ease her legs to my sides and bend down for a kiss. Her arms tighten around me, holding me like she’ll never get enough, never let go.
“I love you,” she murmurs against my mouth, peppering me with sweet kisses.
“Love you.” It’s amazing how I didn’t think romance was in the cards for me. Didn’t want it to be. But there’s no turning back now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Katherine
After we eat and shower, where he washed my back —and everything else— I finally get a chance to check my phone. I’m not surprised to find it overflowing with messages. I touch base with LaShonda first since I’m sure she’s on the edge of her seat for news.
LaShonda: I love Alex. He’s perfect for you.
LaShonda: and girlllll... the way he looks at you. fans self
My lips twitch.
Katherine: You’re not wrong.
He damn near scorched me with his eyeballs when I was laid out for him like a breakfast feast. I’m going to have to start wearing sunscreen when we have sex.
She starts typing back immediately. Called it . She’s waiting for news, just like the bestie she is.
LaShonda: How’s Paree?
Katherine: Well, we haven’t left the hotel room yet, but it’s amazing so far.
Katherine: Wait, how did you know I’m in Paris?
LaShonda: rolling on the floor laughing emoji He might have mentioned it while you were in the ladies’ room.
Katherine: sneaky
LaShonda: So you haven’t left the hotel room yet?
Katherine: Nope. A stylist is bringing up racks of clothing, shoes, everything we didn’t bring. He’s spoiling me.
LaShonda: as he should. As. He. Should!
Laughing, I switch over to Kingston’s text, which is short and to the point.
Kingston: I miss you.
I step to the window, pull back the curtain, and look out at the view. It’s that or dance around the suite like a love-drunk fool. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we actually get to be together. That we were carrying a torch for each other. And now, we can tip those torches against one another and go up in flames together.
My nipples bead beneath my robe, the little hussies. Like we didn’t just come on the table and then again in the shower.
Katherine: I miss you too.
Kingston: Call me later?
Katherine: Of course.
Katherine: Are you okay? I didn’t mean to abandon you.
Kingston: You’re not my babysitter. zany face emoji
Kingston: I’m meeting some friends tomorrow to take some photos.
Katherine: Can’t wait to see them. By the way, Simon’s scheduled to drop by the apartment tomorrow.
Kingston: Don’t trust me with your jungle?
Katherine: we’re still working on your succulent-parent skills.
Kingston: I should probably get him to take a look at Stan while he’s here.
Katherine: You’re such a good plant dad.
My grin stretches from ear to ear. He’s really taken to that little succulent. Is it possible to explode from giddiness? If we keep this up, I might find out.