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Ellison chuckled, then suddenly grew as serious as a heart attack. “I want you gone. Find somewhere, and disappear into it. I don’t care where. But I don’t want to see your name anywhere near my radar for, oh, let’s see, just about fucking forever.”

Rick’s gaze locked with mine. “I… think I can live with that.”

I couldn’t help but ask it, trying to ignore the sudden tingling at my nipples, the wet heat sinking deep between my thighs. “Any, uh, ideas?”

“A few,” he said softly, gaze flashing.

Damn…

Without another word, Rick rose, taking me by the hand, leading me behind him as he strode down the hallway toward a future neither one of us could ever have hoped to have.

A future of possibilities, even—if we were very lucky—happiness.

I brought his hand to my lips, kissing it long and hard.

He stopped then, spinning me roughly into his embrace, holding my head in his hard, strong hands. He kissed me then, savagely, his tongue diving deep, exploring all he surveyed, his low growls vibrating through my insides as he tasted me.

It was the most proprietary, possessive kiss I’d ever experienced, and I gasped into his mouth.

I’d do just about anything for a lifetime more of them.

“Trafford!” Stanton called out. “Aren’t you going to ask how much?”

Rick looked back at the lawyer. “It’s not gonna be a dollar?”

A sly smile curved Ellison’s lips. “Uncle Sam pays a bit more than that rate. It’ll be black budget, of course. You know how it is.”

But Rick didn’t answer, turning away, drawing me behind him.

Then we walked out of the courthouse, striding down its sun-splashed steps.

CHAPTER 39

Rick

The turnoff viewpoint just outside White Valley was every bit as beautiful as I had remembered it. Genie’s bare bottom, pale and round and vulnerable, bathed in the hot afternoon sunlight, made it even better.

My hand on her hip kept her steady where she was bent over the battered steel handrail. I’d made her drop her jeans and her panties to the tops of her shoes the instant I’d had her out of the car.

She’d protested, of course, considering that every now and then a huge eighteen-wheeler would pass by on the highway fifty yards away.

“You stay where you are, Geneva. I told you you’d be wearing this when we came back to White Valley. And I’m a man of my word.”

“I know, sir. It’s just… I didn’t think that would be so soon.”

I smiled at that, taking a moment to fondle her buttocks until she began to buck against my hand. The sunlight caught a glint of thick wetness slickening the pink lips of her very pretty pussy.

But I wasn’t attending to that. At that moment her gorgeous little asshole was what had my attention. The viscous gel gleamed as I coated the heavy polished steel plug with it.

“Do we have to do it… here, sir?”

“Oh, yes, we do.”

Where we were going, the little procedure I was about to put her through was nothing. She didn’t need to know that, at least not at that moment. She’d learn soon enough.

I just wanted it to be more of a surprise for her.

Sadistic bastard.

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