Chapter 23 #2
It’s Logan, of course. He and the rest of the Devils, Everest, Vincent and Igor. He raises an eyebrow when he sees me.
“Still not dressed? It’s nearly ten.”
“I was busy,” I growl, and he smirks. “What do you want?” I add.
“Well, it is Monday. We set up this meeting last week, and it took us three hours to drive up to your place, so you’d better not be canceling on us.”
I grit my teeth then look around the room. Seraphina is still in the bathroom, and I hear the sound of running water. She’s taking a shower.
“Wait in the living room. I’ll be right out.”
Logan smirks again and gestures for the others to leave the room.
I head to the bathroom and open the door.
Seraphina never locks it. I gave her that order, but I’m pretty sure she only follows it because she hopes it means I’ll come fuck her.
I haven’t been able to yet, but I definitely intend to make up for lost time.
I pause a few feet away and drink in the sight of her arms above her, shampooing her head, the position making her breasts perkier than ever.
Her stomach is flat and toned, and I wonder how it would look with a baby inside it.
Fuck, I don’t want to have that goddamn meeting.
I want to stay between her legs forever.
Slipping into the shower, I fold my arms around her from behind, and she moans against me. The shower can’t disguise how wet she is, her nipples two stiff peaks under the fingers I slide over them.
I flip her around and plant a burning kiss on her lips.
She melts into my arms but I hold her back.
“Have a meeting I forgot about,” I say regretfully. “I want you to come with me.”
“You… you do?”
She’s genuinely surprised. I guess I’d never allowed her to be privy to my work before.
But I remember all too well the last time I left her to go to a meeting.
Angel took advantage of my absence to steal her away.
All its members are dead now, but I can’t get rid of the feeling of danger that sits heavy in the pit of my stomach at the thought of leaving her, even for a moment.
I guess it’s a trauma we’ll both carry all our lives.
She rinses her hair as I find a thick towel, and wrap it around the both of us. Then, we both dress. She puts on a skirt and a blouse that make her look like one of those perfect housewives of my childhood fantasies. Only she’s not perfect. She’s far better than that.
The boys are waiting for us in the living room. We both sit down on a couch while they settle across from us.
“Is Seraphina going to be with us today?” asks Logan, in a respectful albeit surprised tone.
“Yes. She’ll sit in on our meetings from now on.”
“From now on,” echoes Logan, more surprised than ever.
Meanwhile, Vincent opens his laptop, leaning it against his thighs. “Let me just bring up the files.”
“Nice place, by the way,” says Everest, who’s been busy admiring the living room.
And I must say the interior decorator did a good job. It’s a different style than the modernist Devil Tower. Not exactly traditional either. Cream couches with light blue touches and dark, antique furniture.
“Lots nicer than before,” he adds. “And I like all the space you have outside. You couldn’t have picked a better place for your retirement.”
I grunt, placing my legs on the coffee table in front of me. “What’s this about retirement?”
Logan freezes. “Well, this meeting is about your retirement from Devil… I mean, the company…”
“Still don’t have a new name for it,” adds Vincent with an awkward smile.
“Again,” I mutter. “Who said anything about retirement?”
Everest coughs awkwardly. “You did. You said you were done with Devil. You wanted to keep the name, be called the Devil, or whatever… and you’ve been pretty checked out lately…”
“I suppose I did say a lot of things,” I say easily. “Vincent, how about a cup of coffee?”
He clenches his jaw, but gets up and goes to the kitchen.
“He’s not your assistant anymore,” Logan reminds me. “You promoted him, remember? And he’s really outdone himself.”
“Except when he got my girl kidnapped,” I growl.
“He didn’t know Alice was a rat,” Everest defends him. “By that logic, you also got her kidnapped, by trusting Lucy.”
I glare at him, and he casts his eyes down, confused. A moment later, Vincent comes back, carrying a tray with coffee. He’s clearly heard everything, but he knows better than to say a word. Guess he isn’t so stupid after all.
“Okay, so,” comments Logan, getting us back on track, “about your retirement. Or non-retirement, or whatever.”
“No retirement,” I snap. “I’m not fucking sixty, am I? I’ve got my girl back, Angel is dead, so there’s nothing keeping me now from getting back into the thick of it.”
“Fine. And how exactly are you planning to work from all the way out here?”
“Work from home. It’s a thing now, you know?”
“You can’t possibly conduct all your work from here,” protests Logan.
“I won’t. I like this house, but again, I’m not fucking sixty. Seraphina and I will return to Devil Tower every other week. We’ll divide our time between Astley and here.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch her reaction.
I hadn’t kept her in the loop of my decision, and I’m wondering now how she’ll take to this news.
If anything, she seems… relieved. Which is good, because if she really hadn’t wanted us to go back to Astley, or for me to resume my role at Devil, I guess I would have gone along with her wish.
I really have turned into the world’s biggest sap.
But no, she’s relieved. I guess she doesn’t entirely take to the boring country life, and neither do I. I look forward to the prospect of being able to fuck like rabbits without anyone bothering us. But I know I’ll miss the thrill, the power, even the danger that comes with being head of Devil.
And my Seraphina seems to enjoy stabbing people a little too much to turn into the kind of person who bakes pies in high heels or whatever the fuck housewives are supposed to do.
“Seraphina and you?” repeats Logan. “So, she’ll be sitting in on meetings going forward?” He turns to her with a kind smile. “No offense. It’s just that, well, girlfriends don’t usually have that kind of access.”
“She’s my wife,” I correct him. “And going forward, she won’t be leaving my side anymore. Not even for a minute. No one will take her away from me again. Anyway, I’m the boss, and what I say goes.”
There’s a silence and I suddenly remember that I had promised Logan the leadership. But he’s loyal, and after a beat, he smiles.
“Sure. Got it. Well then, since you’re back in Devil, let’s talk about business. The acquisition of Colzer…”
The meeting drags on as we go through one business concern after another.
In the corner of my eye, I see Seraphina stifling a few yawns.
Under cover of stretching, I put an arm around her back, then slide my hand lower, searching for the waistband of her skirt.
I find it and slip my fingers underneath.
She’s squeezed between me and the armrest, so I know no one can see what I’m doing.
But when I find my way into her panties, she jumps, startled.
That little movement gives me just enough room to reach her pussy discreetly.
Well, I think I’m being discreet, but I see Logan’s eyes flicker toward her, and a smirk play at the edges of his lips.
The asshole always knows exactly what I’m up to. I wonder if that’ll ever change.
Still, I couldn’t ask for a more loyal friend.
He quickly goes back to his notes and starts talking about some boring thing, drawing the others’ attention so that no one else suspects what I’m up to.
I take advantage of that cover to flick a finger back and forth along her folds, finding them already drenched.
Then I slip a curved finger up her pussy.
She inhales sharply, but tries to cover it with a cough.
I keep my finger there, swirling it around just a bit, rubbing the spot that drives her crazy.
She places her elbow against the armrest and leans her face on her hand, trying to conceal her reaction, but the more she tries to hide it, the more some sadistic impulse in me tries to make her break.
I retract my finger then push it in further, and she crosses her legs in an attempt to stay still.
But that only gives me more access to her, my finger burying itself all the deeper.
I note her hand, clenched in a fist, trembling in her lap.
My own hand is somewhat cramped under her, but I still manage to get into a rhythm, thrusting a finger lightly into her over and over, enjoying the blush that spreads over her face.
At last, I hear her breath hitch as her pussy clenches around me. I prolong her orgasm, my finger still pressed on the spot deep within her, until she sits back on the couch, her back leaning against my arm, somehow still managing to keep her composure even though I can tell she’s gone limp.
I keep my finger buried within her for the rest of the meeting, and she occasionally wriggles over me, first in discomfort then in frustrated need.
But my finger stays resolutely still until Logan stands up, signifying the end of the meeting.
At that point, I withdraw it and help her up, before accompanying the others casually to the door, keeping my telltale hand, still shiny with her arousal, carefully concealed against her back.
“Well, see you next week in Astley,” says Logan, lifting up his right hand to shake mine with a sly little smirk.
I glare at him, keeping my own hand behind Seraphina’s back. “See you,” I mutter at last, thumping him on the shoulder, and his smirk turns into a wide grin.
Everest pauses before leaving, and turns around. “By the way, congratulations.”
“Huh?”
I’m vaguely aware of Seraphina shaking her head vigorously, but Everest is completely oblivious to it.
“Yeah, you know. The pregnancy. You’re going to make a great mother.”