Page 31 of Donovan Blake: Passion

As he slowly peeled off her clothes he languidly kissed her and kneaded her breasts, eliciting long, soft moans. But when he moved his lips to her nipples and hungrily drew them into his mouth, she let out an urgent cry. Quickly placing his hand between her legs, he rubbed her clit while continuing to devour her puckered cherry tips. With her groans and cries dictating his erotic massage, he brought her to the brink of her release, then eased off.

“Please, Sir…?” she whimpered as he pulled back.

He didn’t speak, but responded with an all-consuming kiss and thrust his finger into her channel, plunging it in and out as she wriggled and writhed. Sensing her orgasm was at hand, he turned his attention back to her sensitive nub, urgently massaging as he moved his lips to her ear.

“Come for me…” he whispered, then hastily lowered his mouth to her nipples.

As he drew them in, one after the other, her body stiffened.

The climax seized her.

A series of wild cries filled the room…then slowly became whimpers…ending with a heavy sigh.

* * *

Long, quiet minutes ticked by. Phoebe never wanted to leave Donovan’s strong arms or the divine cloud upon which she was floating. When she finally opened her eyes it hit her.

She loved him.

Was in love with him.

The epiphany was so profound she felt the threat of tears. She wanted to tell him, then she wasn’t sure if she should, or even how. But his phone rang, breaking the moment.

“Sorry,” he muttered, reaching across to the nightstand. “Hi, Sam. Uh-huh. That’s what I thought. Okay, we’ll be ready.”

“I suppose he was telling you the car will be here soon,” she murmured.

“Yes, but more importantly, a kill switch was placed in the BMW.”

“I’m not exactly sure what that is? You don’t mean some kind of bomb!”

“No, no, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. A kill switch is a device that stops the car. We would have been on our merry way and it would have just died. Remember, Ari was supposed to follow us back to Hawthorne Hall. At the right moment he would have activated it and forced us to ride with him.”

“Why not just insist we do that in the first place?”

“Alexi loves the game, manipulating the players and surprising them. He wants us confused and constantly wondering what will happen next.”

“But now you’re doing that to him.”

“Exactly. He’ll be furious when he realizes we’ve outfoxed him, but he’ll also be excited. He said I’d won his respect and I was a worthy opponent. I haven’t disappointed him.”

“Good grief. What do you think he’ll do?”

“He’ll find a way to contact me and remind me of the consequences if I don’t get the portrait to him. But by now the security team will be at Hawthorne Hall. He’ll soon realize getting to you will be impossible, at least in the short term, and I’ll be in a stronger position to dictate how things move forward.”

“He was right, you are a worthy opponent,” she remarked with a grin. “It’s a shame we won’t be able to see his face when he finds out we’re gone.”

“We just might. That camera is still in that frame. Sam’s team will be monitoring it.”

“That’s right!”

“But we have to get ourselves together. The car will be here in about ten minutes.”

* * *

Sitting in his Porsche near the hotel, Ari was watching his phone and waiting for Donovan Blake’s SUV to start up. The kill switch also doubled as a tracker. Halfway to Hawthorne Hall the BMW would die and be forced to move to the side of the road. His lips curled into the hint of a smile. He was looking forward to demonstrating his skills. Donovan would end up on his knees promising to obey while the girl sobbed.

His smile widened, but his body tensed.

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