Page 9 of Never Enough

“It’s just a job, kitty cat. Now shush. I have a much more important job to do here. Mainly, rock the rest of that missing universe on your skin.”

He put his mouth on her, his tongue licking her from hole to clit, swirling around the nerve center, then repeating the action. A hand fell to the back of his head and pressed firmly ashe began the third swipe across her flesh. His chuckle against her skin told her he got the message of “stay here” and proceeded to fuck her with his tongue, making her come a second time.

Still on hisknees between her legs, Nemo was once again tracing her rings of Saturn, this time with his fingertip. He smirked to himself and chuckled, again struck by the Saturn tattoo.

Her hand threaded through the hair on the crown of his head. “What’s so funny?”

He rested his chin on her skin just below her belly button. “I was thinking about your tattoo and how you are definitely a heavenly body yourself.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Your pickup lines aren’t getting any better.”

“I’ve already had you. Twice. I don’t think I’m picking you up anymore.” The wattage of his smile dimmed, but it was actually more sincere. “Made you laugh. Nothing I like better than seeing your smile. Still makes me feel warm all over.”

Resting her palm against the side of his face, her smile became softer. “That’s sweet.”

He shrugged, gave her belly a chaste kiss, and slid his hands under her waist to pull her close. “Just the truth.” He thought back to the first time they made love two years earlier. He rimmed her belly button, remembering she was ticklish there, and sure enough—she giggled and tried to push him away.

I love her laugh. I love her smile. She’s perfect.

They stared at one another, saying nothing, both lost in their thoughts.

Finally, Haskell spoke. “Can I see them?”

“The moonstones?”

She nodded.

He winked at her. “I wondered how long it would be before you asked.” Straightening up on his knees, he looked around for his pants. He stretched to reach where they’d been dropped earlier and patted the legs in the dark. Once he found the pouch secreted in an inside pocket, he tossed it from one hand to the other. He pulled open the velvet bag, then proceeded to pour them onto her flat stomach.

She giggled. “Is this what they mean by ‘dripping in diamonds’?”

He laughed, watching her as she picked up one of the stones, holding it up to the moonlight, turning it this way and that to catch the sparkle.

“So beautiful.” She sighed.

She definitely loves her diamonds.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Nothing more beautiful in the world.”

Haskell’s eyes darted from the diamond to him, seeing that he wasn’t looking at the stone she held but at her with unabashed attraction. There was concern in her eyes, and he felt her retreat from the tender moment they had been immersed in only moments ago.

She has no clue how beautiful she is. How is that possible?

With a sigh, she placed the diamond with the others. “Why were you hired to take these stones in particular?”

“According to the client, they were stolen from them in the first place. Best we could tell, they were telling the truth.”

He swept up the diamonds carefully in several handfuls, trying not to knock any off onto the couch or floor, and put the bag back into the pocket designed to keep items safe. However,he placed one that was larger than the others in her belly button. He admired it as it winked in the moonlight. “That looks nice.”

She laughed at him. “You are such a git.”

He rescued the diamond, placing it on the end table next to the couch, then slid his hands back under her. He pulled her into a sitting position and kneeled upright so that he could plaster himself to her. “Kiss me, kitty cat. I need more of that sugar.”

A beepingin his ear woke him. He sat up, a spasm in his lower back reminding him that he’d just spent several hours fucking and sleeping on an antique couch not meant for nocturnal activities. He tapped his watch.

“Yeah?”

“Lose something?” Midas asked.

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