Page 60 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“You’ll be rewarded for that,” he growled, straightening up and clutching her hips. “Come when you want.”

As he began to plunge in and out of her soaked channel, her gasps and cries grew louder.

“Are you close?”

“Yes, sir, yes, yes.”

Clenching his teeth, he waited, then suddenly she let out a howl. As the convulsions seized her, his cock unexpectedly exploded, sending sparkling sensations rippling through his body. The cascading spasms seemed never-ending…then suddenly stopped…leaving him with his heart pounding and his entire being weak. Slipping out, he fell onto the mattress next to her and let out a heavy breath.

“I’ve never had sex like this,” she muttered breathlessly. “Every time it’s just so great. Like—mind blowingly great.”

“That’s because...”

“Because why?” she pressed.

“I was going to say, because we’re a match, but it’s more than that. We’re connected.”

“We are, but I also think it’s because I can be myself with you. Totally. And there are no blurred lines.”

“Blurred lines?”

“You know…you’re the caveman and I’m the wench.”

“Ah, yes,” he said with a chuckle. “And don’t you forget it.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

A short time later, Donovan and Phoebe walked into the breakfast room and found Jane, Mary, and Trevor at the table.

“You must be Donovan Blake,” Mary declared. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Mary Hawthorne, and I’m delighted to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, and whatever you’ve heard, the good rumors are true, the bad, don’t believe a word.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” she said with a smile. “Do you have any idea what might be hidden behind that frame?”

“None, except I did mention to Peter I didn’t think it would be jewelry. It would have to be something flat, so I can’t imagine.”

“What an astute man you are, Donovan.”

“He has his moments,” Phoebe said with a giggle. “But please excuse me while I get something to eat. I’m ravenous.”

“Daddy’s picking up David Weiss,” Jane exclaimed. “He should be back any minute.”

“Then we’d better eat fast,” Donovan replied with a grin.

As the breakfast continued various theories were floated about the mysterious gift Richard Weiss had left for Julie Pemberton decades before. When they heard Peter’s car roll to a stop outside the house, they left the table and hurried into the library to wait for him. Though only a few minutes passed, it felt like much longer before Peter walked in with an attractive, well-dressed man.

“I’m so grateful to be here,” David said after the introductions were made. “It really is unbelievable this should come to light so many years later. Peter, I meant to ask you in the car if you’ve had any luck tracking down Julie Pemberton’s family.”

“We’ve been so busy dealing with Alexi Koslov I haven’t had time, but I believe I know a chap in London who can get the ball rolling.”

“Excellent. So, this is the frame,” David said, running his fingers across the carved wood. “It’s beautiful. I hope you’ll be able to have your treasured portrait back in it soon.”

“It’s at the top of my list,” Peter replied.

“Let me show you were I believe the item has been hidden,” Donovan offered, stepping forward and running his fingertips down the back. “It’s right…here! You can feel the edges of a block just slightly out of line.”

“Ah, yes, I can, but it appears to be tightly wedged. I don’t want to do any damage.”

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