Chapter 15
Mia
He turned away from me, and the sting of rejection rose up fierce inside me.
Then I heard the zipper on his jeans, the thud of his belt on the floor. A wave of relief washed over me.
I wasn’t as immune to his charms as I’d imagined, and it was a problem.
Armin lifted the blanket and slipped into bed behind me, his chest hot against my back, his thick erection pressing into my flesh.
He wrapped his arm around me, his hand tracing light through the soft curls between my legs, up my abdomen and the curve of my belly.
His breath warmed the nape of my neck. He traced my earlobe with his tongue. I felt his heart pound hard against my back when his hand reached my breasts. He took his time fondling them, first one and then the other.
“Let me know if anything hurts, Mia. Please. It would kill me to think I’d hurt you.”
I didn’t respond, except to press my ass into his shaft and rub up against him.
He whimpered, pressing his face into my hair and inhaling deep. He lifted my leg and entered me from behind, his girth spreading me wide, slicking into me through the wetness of my spent orgasm. He took it slow, giving me time to adjust, time to change my mind, time to push him off.
But I wanted him now, inside me. The pressure of needing him had been building for days now. Though I’d be damned if I ever let on that I wanted this as much as he did.
If not more.
He slid the rest of himself inside. I felt the soft press of his testicles on my skin. I reached down and cupped them, held them against me, and Armin moaned.
He nipped at my neck, small bites, licking and sucking on my skin, working down to my shoulder while he rocked against me, sliding his thick shaft into me. He trailed a hand down from my breasts to reach inside and find my clit, still engorged from my happy ending.
I gasped and clutched his testicles to me, holding them against my body, the pressure building at my core.
“Oh,” he breathed into my ear. “Oh, Mia….”
He thrust faster, his fingers forming a V around my clit for me to rock against and I took advantage, working myself up and down his shaft, grinding into his fingers, his breathy grunts urging me on until the pleasure crested, and I screamed.
My pussy clenched around him in a burst of fluid.
I yanked his hand out, any touch there too much now, and I brought it back to my breast for him to knead greedily.
He went quiet, mumbling half-words I couldn’t understand, reaching around to bear me down on him, his hips thrusting, my body humming electric with the aftermath of my own orgasm, until he pulled out and moaned.
He ejaculated across my thigh and stomach in long strands, coaxing the last of it out with one hand.
“I’ll go get a washcloth to clean this up,” he panted.
“No, stay.” I dragged my finger through the semen slung across my abdomen and sucked on the taste of him.
He propped himself up on one elbow and smoothed my hair back from my face, studying me.
I wanted his touch, but not the careful scrutiny, so I pulled his arm over me like a blanket and snuggled into his warmth.
I hadn’t felt safe like this in two years.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said into my hair. “Stay.”
“Oh Armin. I have to get back to work, back to…you know. My boss.”
“He’s not good, Mia.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to mansplain Harvey Blagas to me,” I said, instantly irritated. “I know he’s not good. That’s exactly why I have to get back to him.”
Armin propped himself back up on his elbow so he could lord over me. Here we go.
“I could take care of him, for you. If you’d let me.”
“What do you mean, take care of him? You’re an assassin now? My bodyguard?”
Armin’s face smiled in my peripheral vision, and it disarmed me. “That’s a damn good idea,” he drawled. He tweaked the tip of my nose, softly.
I sighed and turned to him, traced my fingertips down the stubble on his cheek. I didn’t have any fight in me at this very moment, for once. Armin lifted my other hand up gingerly to check on the cut across my palm. He raised it to his mouth to kiss the backs of my knuckles.
Then he lay his head down on the pillow, his long arm slung over me. I listened to his breaths draw out, slow and measured.
This week I was Armin’s.
Next week, I couldn’t say the same.
I edged out from under him, got up and paced the cabin, made my way to the front door and peered outside into the darkness.
The floodlight flicked on, aggravated by a deer or a raccoon or some other creature of the night.
Its spotlight illuminated a shiny new SUV.
Rose gold in the light, sleek and beautiful.
And with a big red bow carefully positioned on its hood.
I’d only seen this kind of thing in Christmas car commercials. Fucking unreal.
I had to remind myself that giving me a brand new car, for Armin, was like anybody else giving me a piece of gum. It cost him nothing, meant literally nothing to him. In the scale of his billion dollars, this was only pocket change.
I tamped down my heart. I forced it small and guarded, to keep it from swelling at this most recent kind gesture in a whole sea of them.
I couldn’t afford to fall in love. Not now. It was too dangerous, for the both of us. There was so much about my life that couldn’t be spoken out loud.
I crept back into the darkened bedroom. Armin slept peacefully, hands clasped atop his chest. I watched the rise and the fall of it, mesmerized by him. I studied the relaxed lines of his face, his brow uncreased for the first time since our whole mess of a rendezvous started.
I decided to ruin it, his peace.
I picked up the foot end of the blanket slowly, carefully, and slipped under. I inched myself up until I lay between his legs and sucked the tip of his shaft into my mouth.
I knew one thing for sure: Armin couldn’t kill Harvey Blagas. I wouldn’t let him.
Harvey Blagas was mine, mine and nobody else’s. I’d been working on this case for too long, undercover for two long years now.
I hadn’t sacrificed everything for this investigation only to let a well-placed bullet send him off.
I’d be damned if I’d let Blagas get away with a sentence as easy as death.
And I’d never let that sick son of a bitch take another person I loved.
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