Page 54 of Release You

Her Next Con

Henry

I took another minute to catch my breath while Nikki held on to the sofa with my cock still inside her. Panting a breath, I kissed her bare shoulder before I pulled out and went to the lobby bathroom to discard the condom and clean up. When I came back, she had pulled her dress down and zipped it up, but she stayed where I’d left her.

I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. God, she looked hot in that dress. She spun around and slapped me across the face. What the fuck? Not the response I’d expected, given how just a few minutes ago she’d told me she loved me.

“What was that for?” I rubbed my cheek.

“That was a dick move. Literally.” Her cheeks flushed bright red.

“A promise is a promise.” I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. “Nikki, I just got you back. The thought of losing you again, I can’t breathe.”

“So you’re gonna manipulate me with sex?”

“I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want. You could’ve stopped me at any time.” To prove my point, I pressed my palm below her navel and slid it down. She was so wet for me. I nuzzled her neck. “Admit it, that was the best you’ve ever had.”

She gave me one of her sexy moans, so familiar now, so intimate. When she recovered, she met my gaze. “All the orgasms in the world can’t make me forget why I’m here. I won’t stop until…”

“Lisa.” I suppressed a smile.

“I know my own sister’s name.” She slapped my hand.

“You paused. I figured…”

“Fuck off.” She pushed me away from her and stomped upstairs.

She was so damn stubborn. I sat on the sofa, leaned back, and shut my eyes. When it came to Nikki, I couldn’t think straight. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to keep her safe. But where Nikki was concerned, she couldn’t have one without sacrificing the other.

I peeked at my watch; it was three in the afternoon. Good enough for me. I sauntered to the cooler behind the bar to grab a beer. After a couple of long swigs, I spotted Nikki’s purse by the door. I set the bottle on the counter and went to pick up the bag.

When I dumped all the contents on the coffee table, Nikki’s phone skipped across the top, followed by the manila folders, stacks of money, and Mom’s jewelry. She had close to half a million dollars in cash. Why did she keep this in her personal security box? Everything about Mom’s actions seemed paradoxical at best. Had she killed Dad? Was that why Jonathan kept her as his prisoner? But why had he taken her out to dinner as if they were old friends? Was it all a ruse to throw meoff?

“What are you doing?” Nikki stood, looming over our loot. She was in her pajamas—white skimpy shorts and a tank top in that oh-so-thin fabric.

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” I asked.

She sidestepped the coffee table, braced her arms on the back of the sofa, and let those long legs of hers straddle me. I hadn’t recovered yet from our last round, but my cock stood at attention anyway. She rubbed against me, and I fell back, chest pounding.

“You can sex me up anyway you want, Henry,” Her words vibrated inside my pants. “But that won’t stop me from doing whatever it takes to help Lisa. You have to accept that. Now be a darling and order us a pizza. I’m starving.” She plopped herself next to me and grabbed a manila folder off the table.

“I’m sorry.” I unbuttoned my jeans.

“Okay.” She shrugged as her eyes roamed the papers she placed on her lap.

“Maybe later you can tie me up and have your way with me. Would that make us even?” A guy could dream.

She stared at my chest and then moved down to my abs. “Maybe.” She smiled.

I adjusted my pants and ambled to the bar to find my phone. I called the pizzeria on First Street and placed an order.

“Anything?” I offered her a beer.

“No.” She shook her head. “There’s an insurance policy here for you with Tessa as the beneficiary, though.”

“So what now?” I took the folder from her. “My mom is trying to kill me to get even more money? This is ridiculous.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions.” She picked up another folder. “Here’s another insurance policy for her, with youas the beneficiary. Look at all this. This is pretty much everything I keep in my getaway bag.”

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