Page 60 of Filthy Little Games

“Yeah. Thanks for staying. I’m keeping the guards on the door for the night.”

“Should I be worried?” his advisor whispers.

“No.” It sounds like Creed claps him on his shoulder or back. Then I hear the door open and close.

I get up as soon as Creed walks into the living room. “How did it go?”

“Emilio doesn’t suspect me,” he replies as he grips my waist and walks backward to the sofa. He slumps onto the cushion, pulls me onto his lap, and kisses me, picking things up where we left off. I wrap my arms around his neck, relaxing at his touch, the taste of him, even hisrich scent.

“That must be a huge relief, right?” I eventually ask when I pull away.

“Yes.”

I study his face, his tightly clenched jaw, and his lowered eyes. “Why don’t you sound happier?”

“Because…I wanted to be able to tell you that I saw your daughter. Tristan wandered around the lower level of the house, but we didn’t see her.”

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “Well, thanks for trying to check on her for me,” I tell him sincerely. “She probably doesn’t even stay in the main residence. In fact, does Emilio seem like the type to put up with a whiny three-year-old in his pristine home?”

There’s no way in hell Emilio would ever let Oriana in his house. I know this for a fact, but don’t tell Creed.

“Probably not,” he agrees. “I’m sorry,micetta mia. I can’t imagine how awful it must be to not know where your daughter is or be able to see her whenever you want.”

“It’s not easy. It feels like…like part of my soul has been missing for over three years now. July fourteenth is my favorite and saddest day of the year. That was the one day and night I got to spend with her. I held her the entire time. She didn’t cry even once. She just stared up at me like she was the happiest girl in the world.” I blink away the tears. “Sorry. I know you were probably expecting more ass grabbing tonight when you got home, not my sob story.”

“I can handle both,” he says as his big palms slip underneath his jacket to grab my bottom.

“You’re going to have to give me something else to wear eventually.”

“Not yet.”

“At least a fresh suit jacket tomorrow?”

“We’ll see,” he replies with a quick kiss on my lips. “What have you been doing while I was gone?”

“Just sitting here watching television. It sort of feels like I’m on vacation. I can’t remember the last time I had a chance to just sit around and do nothing all day. The worst part is that I have too much time to think.”

“About your daughter?”

“Yes. And you,” I admit.

“What do you think about me?”

“I just wonder what happens next. With us.”

“We’re married. What else is there? I like this marriage of ours so far, even if it’s less than ideal for you…”

“It’s not so bad.” I feel safe with Creed.

“I missed you tonight. I missed having my tongue between your legs.”

“I-I missed that too,” I admit. Even though it feels selfish to let him keep going down on me without offering him anything in return. I love it.

“Good.”

Lifting me off his lap, he stands up holding me like I weigh nothing and then gently lowers my back to the chaise end of the sofa, so I’m lying flat. He kneels on the floor and grabs both of my legs, pulling me until my ass is right on the edge.

Creed slips both of my knees onto his shoulders and then leans forward and swipes his tongue from my asshole to my clit. Before I can fully recover, the tip of his tongue flutters rapidly over my clit.

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