Page 151 of Assassin's Obsession

She is this dark angel's salvation.

Candi withdraws her mouth just far enough to whisper against my lips. "I'm your soul. And you're my safety."

"I am your future, and you are mine," I agree reverently.

"My sexy stalker. Don't ever stop watching me. I think it would break my heart."

"That is one thing I will never do."

We kiss for long moments before she ends up cuddling against my chest again.

Thinking about what Salvatore said at the lunch table, I admit, "I have cameras all over the house and I watch you when you're not with me."

"Even in my mom and sister's rooms?" she asks worriedly.

"No. Not in the staff quarters either. But in all of the public rooms, and the conservatory, especially because…" Is this something she's ready to hear?

She pats my chest. "Don't be a scaredy cat. Tell me."

"No one has ever called me that before."

Shrugging, she nuzzles my neck, sending sensation straight to my cock.

"I recorded us in there." Will this be the obsession one step too far?

"With anyone else that would scare me." Her hand drops into my lap, lightly massaging my dick. "I would worry about revenge porn or something, but not with you. You will always protect me, even from yourself."

"I will."

"I want to watch it." She gives my cock a firm squeeze. "I spent most of that time in the hot tub facing away from you. I want to see what you looked like."

Not what we looked like together, but what I looked like, because my Candi is almost as obsessed with me as I am with her.

She unzips my fly and slides her hand inside, molding my steadily growing erection with her fingers. Humming, she rubs her hand up and down. "I want to taste you."

"Not here!"

Her laugh is sultry. "Don't make so much noise. You don't want the pilot turning around to find out what's wrong."

"Won't happen." And I make sure of it by ordering them in Italian to keep their eyes forward unless they want me to gouge them from their heads.

Their com units are already on a different channel because I didn't want them listening to my conversation with Candi.

Candi slips her hand under my boxers, her hot skin against my cock so fucking arousing, I groan.

She speeds up her movements telling me how sexy I am, how much she loves touching me, but when she says those three little words, "I love you," I come so hard my vision goes white for a second.

Rubbing my cum up and down my shaft, she kisses the underside of my jaw. "I like doing that."

Then before I can get my brain to mouth signals working enough to tell her I fucking adore it, she pulls her hand away and lifts it to her lips. Our gazes locked, she licks at the spend coating her hand.

"It tastes better than I expected."

"Does it?"

"Lots of the dancers say it's awful, but I like it. Maybe that's just because it's yours."

Watching her clean her hand with her pretty pink tongue, I'm rendered speechless.

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