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  I nodded and slid my hand into his. We would stop Alizee, and Vincent if he was involved. We would help Pierre write his story or whatever else we needed to do. But after. Saving the world could wait a little longer.

  Chapter 7

  Carrie

  We took a cab back to the hotel, keeping our hands linked the entire way. In the backseat, I snuggled under his arm, my fingers tracing patterns across his flat stomach. Absently, I wondered what it must've been like to watch him walk out of the ocean, his clothes clinging to every dip and curve of his body.

  My stomach tightened with desire.

  He kissed the top of my head, then moved down to my temple. The brush of his lips against skin made me shiver.

  “I love you,” he breathed. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

  I looked up at him. “About as much as I love you.”

  His mouth lightly touched mine. “There are so many things I'm looking forward to doing to you.”

  His eyes shone with desire, twisting things deep inside me. “And I can't wait to let you do them.”

  Impossibly, his eyes darkened even more. “Fuck, Carrie. I'm not going to be able to walk into that hotel without embarrassing myself.”

  I gave him a wicked grin and slid my hand down to the growing bulge at the front of his pants. He stifled a moan as I cupped his cock. “You've got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  He lowered his head so that his mouth was against my ear. “Keep that up and I'm not going to care that we're in the back of a cab. I'm going to fuck you right here.”

  I took a shuddering breath at the image his words created. It wasn't something I'd actually want him to do, but I couldn't deny the thought wasn't arousing. I was really glad they hadn't chosen somewhere further from the hotel. A longer ride, and I wasn't entirely certain I wouldn't have told him to go for it anyway.

  When the cab pulled up to the curb, Gavin shoved a wad of bills at the driver and practically dragged me out of the car. We went straight for the elevators, ignoring the surprised looks we received. I wasn't sure if it was because we were rushing or that Gavin looked a bit bedraggled now that his clothes had dried. It also might've been that his pants weren't doing anything to disguise his partial erection.

  All I could think about, though, was getting that delicious piece of flesh out of his pants and into mine. Figuratively, of course. Literally, I wanted him in my mouth, and then between my legs. Pants would just get in the way.

  The moment we stepped into the elevator, my control cracked. Gavin's thumb rubbed against the side of my hand, each pass making me think of how it felt when he did the same motion over my clit.

  Fuck it.

  I turned toward Gavin, pulling my hand from his and pushing him against the side wall. He looked down at me with a startled expression that quickly vanished when I reached over and pushed the stop button. I dropped to my knees even as he said my name. I smiled up at him and reached for his belt. He caught his breath, his hand brushing over my curls before settling on my head. I opened his pants and reached into his underwear, wrapping my fingers around him. His lips parted as I pulled his cock out, stroking it as it hardened.

  “What do you want, Gavin?” I asked, my mouth close to his cock, but not touching it. It twitched as I breathed on his skin. I glanced up at him. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” he said gruffly.

  I smiled as I lightly ran my fingers over his cock. “Are you going to take what you want?”

  “Are you teasing me?” His fingers dug into my hair. There was an edge to his voice that sent a thrill through me.

  “And if I am?” I asked coyly.

  He took a shaky breath, but his voice was steady when he spoke. “Open your mouth.”

  I did as I was told, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as Gavin drew my head toward him. His cock slid across my tongue and the taste of salt – skin and water – burst through my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, letting him control how deep he went. It was the ultimate act of trust. Him trusting me not to use my teeth or panic. Me trusting him not to give more than I could take.

  I put my hands on hips for balance, but didn't try to take control. He thrust slowly at first, his gaze on me as he gauged my reaction. When he saw whatever it was that he was looking for, his hand tightened and he began to move faster. His cock slid into the back of my mouth and I focused on relaxing my throat, giving Gavin whatever access he wanted.

  Some women might feel that being on their knees, allowing a man to fuck their mouth, was humiliating. I found it heady, powerful. The way I felt his cock swelling in my mouth. The moans coming from his mouth. How his fingers dug into my scalp.

  He pushed deep, forcing his entire length into my mouth. He held me there and I fought the urge to pull back. I took slow breaths through my nose and worked on not gagging. Just when I thought it'd be too much, he released me and took a step back.

  I coughed, but made sure I gave Gavin a watery smile. I wanted him to know I thoroughly enjoyed the start of what I hoped would be something even more fun.

  He reached down and pulled me to my feet, his eyes blazing. He crushed me against him, his lips coming down on mine with bruising force. His tongue forced open my mouth, plundering every inch while his hands slid under my shirt, caressing bare skin.

  I moaned, but took a step back. I wanted him so badly, but not here. An elevator quickie sounded exciting, but wasn't what I wanted right now. I reached behind me and hit the button to get us going again, then gestured toward Gavin's exposed cock.

  “As much as I'm sure there are a lot of women – and men – who'd appreciate the view.” I took a step toward him. “That's mine.”

  He grinned at me as he tucked himself into his pants and pulled his jacket around to hide his erection. He was just in time too. One floor up, the elevator stopped and a pair of gray-haired women climbed on. They glanced at me, then at Gavin, before turning back to me. The taller of the two winked, but the other was bolder.

  “If I'd had him in here, I would've kept the elevator stopped for a lot longer.”

  A burst of laughter bubbled out of me and, after a moment, Gavin and the old women both joined in. We laughed until we reached our floor and then said good-bye to the two strangers. The good humor lasted until we entered the hotel room and then it shifted.

  Gavin's arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and latched my mouth to his neck. He moaned as I lightly bit down before pressing my lips against his ear. “My turn to leave a mark.” His hands flexed against me and I sucked his skin into my mouth again.

  As he lowered me to the bed, I felt a stab of satisfaction when I saw the dark mark on his neck. Then his hands were on my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. He made a sound of pure desire and then went to work on my jeans. While he was busy with those, I got rid of the bra and then tugged at Gavin's shirt.

  It didn't take us long to finish shedding our clothes and then he was stretching out on top of me, skin sliding against skin. His hands slid up my sides and then around to cup my breasts. He squeezed and I moaned. As my head fell back, his mouth made its way down my jaw and then to my neck.

  My nipples throbbed as his fingers rolled and pulled at them. Jolts of pain shot through me, going straight to my pussy. It was sharper than it had been last night, intensified by my already-sore body. My back arched, silently begging for more. I moaned.

  “Are you okay?” Gavin's voice was soft as his hands stilled. “Are you too sore for this?”

  “No,” I said. I shook my head. “It feels amazing. Please don't stop.”

  “I love you,” he said as his mouth came down on mine.

  His teeth closed on my bottom lip, worrying at it until I cried out, and then he soothed it with his tongue. His fingers slid between my legs and I opened wider, granting him access to my already soaking core. I dug my nails into his shoulders as his fingers slid inside me. When he curled them, pre
ssing against my g-spot, I cried out, a shock of pleasure rocking through me.

  “Come for me, baby,” he growled the command against my neck. “Come for me.”

  His lips moved down further and latched around my nipple. As he sucked the hardened flesh into his mouth, his fingers rubbed against that spot inside me until I was panting, begging for release. The moment his teeth grazed the tip, I did as I was told.

  “Yes!” I cried out as I writhed against him, my hips pushing down until the heel of his hand rubbed against my clit and I screamed his name.

  “That's my girl.” Gavin's fingers slipped out of me and I felt something thicker, harder, pushing against my pussy.

  My eyes rolled back into my head as he surged forward, filling me. His pace was fast, almost brutal. Every thrust went deep, and still, I rose to meet him. I wanted more, all of him. Our bodies came together over and over again, two entities working toward becoming one.

  I felt it coming, the pressure inside me building, and I knew Gavin felt it too. His voice was rough in my ear, endearments mixed with curses. Sounds of pleasure fell from both our lips and I urged him onward.

  Then, an explosion, an inferno. Fire blazed over my skin, through my body. Electricity across my nerves.

  I clung to Gavin as we came together. He emptied himself inside me as my pussy contracted around him, squeezing every last drop of pleasure for us both. Only after we were both spent did we collapse back onto the bed, limbs still entwined.

  He pressed his lips against my sweaty temple. “I love you.”

  I gave a happy sigh. “Me too.”

  For a moment, everything was perfect.

  We had twenty minutes. Twenty blissful minutes where Gavin and I basked in the afterglow of amazing sex. The air conditioning dried the sweat on our bodies and we listened to the sound of each other's breathing slowing, our heartbeats returning to normal.

  And then his phone rang.

  I sighed and looked over at him.

  “Remember when I said there were things I needed to tell you?” Gavin said as he rolled over and reached for his pants. “I'm guessing the call is related. Once I'm off, we'll need to talk.”

  He picked up his phone. “Vincent.” There was a long pause where I assumed Vincent was giving one of his lengthy monologues. “All right,” he said. “We'll be there.” When he hung up, he looked over at me. “You're really not going to like this.”

  I sat up, but didn't cover myself. I didn't feel as if I needed any protection. Whatever had been coming between us was gone now, and I had a good feeling it wasn't coming back. I might not like what he was going to say, but we were in it together.

  “First, I have to fill you in on everything Vincent told me before you got to the club.”

  “The strip club?”

  His head jerked up, but he relaxed as soon as he saw my grin. I'd seen him there. He hadn't looked at any of the half-naked or fully-naked women the entire time we'd been there.

  “Yes.” He smiled back as he sat down next to me.

  I sighed. “Before you start, we should probably get dressed.” He gave me a questioning look. “Or at least covered, because I won't be able to concentrate if you're naked.”

  He laughed, pulled the blanket over his lap and then started to tell me everything Vincent had told him. I had to admit, I hadn't seen any of that coming. I'd been sure Vincent was in on it too. The story would be easy enough to check. Gavin might've trusted his business partner, but I was still cynical, no matter how sad the story. A call back home would get things rolling, until then, I'd trust Gavin's judgment.

  “All right,” I said when he got to the end. “What am I not going to like?”

  “Alizee is having a party tonight and wants us there.”

  He was wrong. I didn't just dislike the idea. I loathed it. Abhorred. Despised. But I'd do what needed to be done.

  “Okay,” I said. “I'm in.” Gavin looked at me, surprised. “But you're going to owe me.” I slid my hand under the blanket and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

  “Oh, I’ll enjoy paying you back.” Gavin smiled as he pulled me on top of him. “With interest.”

  I laughed. We had some time before the party and I intended to take advantage of every minute of it.

  Chapter 8

  Carrie

  By the time we had to get up and get ready, we were both limp, boneless, and wishing we had nowhere to go. I could've laid in Gavin's arms for hours and been content. Based on the reluctance on his face, I felt safe assuming he was thinking along the same lines. We'd had sex twice more and I lost count the number of times I'd climaxed. We were in sync again and not just physically. There was an emotional and mental connection that had been hit or miss for months. It had been there each time we came together today and I felt more at ease than I had in a long time.

  Still, we had work to do.

  “Are we going to the yacht?” I couldn't resist asking the question as I rolled out of his embrace. He glared at me and I laughed. After a moment, he joined in.

  “No, smart-ass,” he retorted. “She has a place here. One of the rich neighborhoods. Her house is huge, so she's hosting the party there.”

  “And you'd know this how?” I asked as I headed for the bathroom.

  “Oh, didn't I tell you? Vincent and I stopped by a couple times for the nightly orgy.”

  I threw a dirty look over my shoulder and stuck out my tongue for good measure before I disappeared into the bathroom. It was nice to be able to joke with him about this kind of thing instead of getting upset about it.

  “Vincent's been there,” Gavin called after me. “He filled me in on a lot of what Alizee owns. What she's bought with her earnings from exploiting people.”

  I could feel him getting back into the right frame of mind and I followed his example. Now that we were good, we needed to focus on helping Vincent and Pierre take down Alizee. I turned on the shower and waited a moment for the hot water to warm up. I'd wait until I was out of the shower to go over plans with Gavin. Between what Vincent had said and the pictures Pierre had shown me, we knew Alizee was dangerous. The fact that she'd come this far meant she was also very smart. The only way this was going to work would be if we had a plan in place. We needed to know what we were going to do as well as the where and when. And we needed to make sure we were prepared for any contingencies. Nothing could catch us off guard.

  ***

  When Gavin called Alizee's house large, it had been an understatement. At least comparatively. Her place was at least three times the size of the average homes I'd seen during my short stay. The gate across the driveway and the massive amount of security rivaled some of the pictures I'd seen from Krissy in LA.

  We didn't have any problem getting in, but I still felt a bit out of place as Gavin and I walked toward the front door. The people walking around us weren't rich celebrities and businessmen like the ones we usually spent time with back home. No, these were old money. Old money that made prominent New York families look like second-class citizens. These were the kinds of people who could claim royal blood somewhere in their genealogy. Here, it wasn't money that mattered as much as it was the titles and the bloodlines.

  Alizee was at the door, greeting guests as they came in and I felt Gavin stiffen next to me. Vincent wasn't anywhere to be seen, so we either had to act normal and go in on our own, or wait for Vincent and risk Alizee getting suspicious that something was going on.

  “It's okay for things to be awkward,” I whispered so that only Gavin could hear me. “She doesn't know what you have or haven’t told me about your swim earlier today. For all she knows, you're acting uncomfortable because of that.”

  “Good point,” Gavin said and relaxed a little. “Let's make sure she thinks that's what's going on.”

  I nodded. I didn't need him to tell me what he was thinking because I was thinking it too. I waited until Alizee looked right at us and then leaned into Gavin and slid my arm around his waist in a possessive gesture any
woman would recognize instantly. I gave her a haughty smirk and then fixed a coldly polite smile on my face.

  Gavin kept his arm around my shoulders as we approached, a stiff smile on his face.

  “Alizee,” he said politely.

  “Gavin.”

  Her voice was warm as she looked at him and it was all I could do not to slap her into next week. Then she looked at me and a different kind of heat came into her eyes. She didn’t bother to disguise her contempt of me anymore. At least not to me. I had no doubt the righteous mask would slip back on the second someone else approached.

  “How nice of you both to come.” She gestured for us to enter the house. “Please, make yourselves at home.”

  We stepped past and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a fine line to walk, trying to convince her my dislike of her stemmed only from her obsession with Gavin and not because I knew about her disgusting side business. Or rather, the business that supported everything else she did. Sometimes the best disguise was distraction and misdirection.

  Gavin and I went inside and began to mingle. Or, rather, Gavin mingled while I smiled and nodded, only understanding a word here and there half the time. Some of the people, when they discovered we were American, switched to English, but most didn't. I liked to think it was because they weren't comfortable conversing in another language and not because they thought they were too good to do it. I knew a lot of Europeans thought Americans were snobs because they thought everyone should speak English, but that wasn't the case with me. French just hadn't been the language I'd chosen to study in college. In New York, it was more beneficial to know Spanish than French.

  After the first couple of introductions and subsequent conversations, I decided that if I wasn't able to be a part of talking to these people, the least I could do is observe my surroundings. We might be working with Vincent, but I was still loyal to what Pierre wanted too. There was no reason both couldn't be accomplished. Besides, if I could discover something that could help us, so much the better.

  There were two floors, though it was clear that the upstairs were off limits. The burly men standing at the base of the staircase didn't look like the kind of people it'd be easy to slip one over on. Across the massive room I assumed was a parlor or entertaining room of some kind, were a pair of double doors. I couldn't see details, but the glimpse of shimmering blue told me a pool was out there. Judging by how far we'd driven and the direction we were facing, it was a safe bet that at least the second story had a beautiful ocean view.