“It’s me.”
“I’ll be ready in a sec,” Persephone said when she opened the door to Hill. “Did you talk to the girls yet? They’re having the best time with your folks. It’s gonna be hard getting their little butts settled down for school when it’s time to get back to the real world.” Persephone left Hill at the front and jogged back to the bathroom where she’d been blowing out her hair following her shower.
“They said they were gonna call you,” She told him when he followed her to the back.
Persephone noticed Hill was still dressed in the jeans and lightweight sweatshirt he’d worn that day. She read the quiet message in his eyes a beat before he tugged her back against him.
“We’ve got dinner-”
“I pushed it back an hour,” his mouth charted a line from just below her ear to her nape and then nibbled its way back to her ear to engage the lobe in a wet, hungry suckle.
At once pleasure-drugged, Persephone moaned. “I just showered, Guy.”
His free hand moved beneath the towel and then his fingers were inside her body. “You’ll need another,” he drove his fingers high to coat them with her moisture.
Persephone was shuddering on the fringe of a superior climax soon after. The towel had consistently unraveled once he pulled her near. It was then a memory, lying in a heap on the floor. She was hanging onto the rim of the sink for fear that she was about to slip to the floor as well.
Head bowed, she squeezed her eyes shut and let everything fade, but for the steady rhythm of his fingers taking her with unapologetic vigor.
Like Persephone, Hill was losing his ability to stand. He fought a battle between letting go of the ample breast filling his palm and bracing it on the counter for support of his weak legs. Withdrawing from her sex was completely out of the question. He nestled his face in her hair when his head sloped forward.
Persephone was whispering soft words of encouragement as orgasm approached. To prevent a sudden change in his plan, she shackled his wrist in both her hands then rode and squeezed his fingers to her pleasure. Selfishly, she let herself go over without him, panting shamelessly once she was spent. He put a kiss to her shoulder and Persephone felt his fist at the small of her back when he released himself from his pants and boxers.
“My turn,” he murmured into her hair. Hands cupping her hips, he eased her down slowly.
Persephone wanted all of him without delay, but had no choice but to accept the deliberate manner he wanted to take her. She had little complaint. Sudden or slowly, there was no equal to the feeling of being stretched and filled by him.
When he’d fully seated himself, they were both still for a time just to savor. Persephone sobbed out his name when he began to move inside her. Then it was Hill groaning Persephone’s name, his hands smoothing up over her waist and torso until they were cradling her full, firm cleavage.
His mouth was at her lobe again, suckling and exploring her ear canal as his hips slammed hers in a display of single-minded want. Persephone rested one hand flat on the mirror to steady herself against the mounting ferocity of his thrusts.
Hill’s hold was almost crushing- his entire focus on taking. It was his turn at selfishness. The way she quivered under his hands and hiccupped his name...summoned his loss of control too soon for his approval.
“Fuck,” he shuddered, long lashes fluttering beneath the weight of climax. He lavished her nape with wet, ragged kisses that turned hungrier at the feel of her nipples nudging his palms while he handled her breasts.
“Wanna rescind that offer for me to hold onto you now?” he shuddered into her skin.
“Not a chance,” she shuddered back, reaching up to let her fingers tangle in the cropped thickness of his sweat dampened hair.
“Mmm...why’d you cut your hair? I’ve been meaning to ask…”
“Had a role to play…” his reply held the same lazy chord as hers.
“The girls are gonna be devastated.”
“They won’t. I told them I’d have to.”
She smiled, loving the way he felt inside her while she studied his reflection in the mirror. “What’d they say to that?”
“Asked if I’d let them watch it grow back,” his eyes met hers, “said they want to see me every day so they can measure it.”
Persephone’s laughter was quick. “Every day? Are you ready for that?”
“Are you stupid, Goddess?” There was no amusement in his voice or expression. “Course I’m ready for that.” He felt her fingers go weak in his hair then. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her slick heat. His dick was still at a state of semi-hard arousal. They’d share a bed tonight, he promised himself.
Hill tugged her hand from his hair, kissed her palm. “I’ll be back,” he murmured into her skin, fixed his clothes and left as coolly as he’d arrived.
Persephone heard the bedroom door shut
behind him and she studied her sex-satisfied expression in the
mirror. With a sigh, she went to start the water for another
shower.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Wilson, Wyoming~
Evangela Leer was a firm believer in the phrase ‘hide in plain sight’. Until recently, she’d not seen much use in putting the phrase to the test. She had no love for the States, yet she kept a home there should the need ever arise for her to remain on native soil. The need had arisen.
It was no hardship to be there. The place could’ve been among her most favored properties if it’d been anywhere but America. She literally despised the place of her birth. From her enslaved ancestors on down, the territory had done nothing but to exploit. She’d opted to purchase her only U.S. property there- a state so close to the one she’d been shipped from as a child.
Hide in plain sight, indeed.
Wrap around windows along the upper three
levels of the dwelling, offered a breathtaking panoramic view of
the Grand Tetons. The house was plush even in its sparsity- a place
perfect for handling business and languishing in repose. The
cedar-lined rooms and gleaming cherry wood floors seemed to
accentuate the lush greenery of the outdoors whenever sunlight
filtered the house.
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“Someone that big and that...challenged doesn’t just disappear.” Evangela stood in the basement level of her northwestern retreat and raged at her communications staff. The group of six had been charged with tracking down Maeva’s whereabouts in addition to carrying out their other extensive list of responsibilities.
“She’s got no resources- no one to help her…”
“Are you sure?”
