Page 105 of Toxic Salvation
“Now, lay back,” I order. “And let me finish your massage.”
I put a hand on his chest to flatten him on his back once more and then I double my intensity. I’m choking, gagging, working him with hands and throat and moaning so that the vibrations trickle through me and into him. Kovan is a mess, and so am I, but we’re a mess together, a beautiful, orgasmic, imperfectly perfect mess.
And then, Oh, God,he’s coming. Hot and salty andmine,his gift to me, filling my mouth and flooding my tongue.
I keep sucking, drinking in every last drop of him. My pussy is on fire, so I touch myself, running my fingers over my clit in fast circles just to take off the edge of how badly I needmore.
When I pull my lips away, they’re swollen and tender.
“Vesper…” Kovan gasps, his pupils blown wide. He can barely sit up—he’s limp from the force of his orgasm. “Fuck.”
Smiling, I slide off the massage table, but Kovan catches me and pulls me between his legs. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need to sit down.”
“You can sit down right here,” he orders, pulling me onto his lap. “How many men have you massaged like that?”
Smiling, I play with his ear. “Would you be jealous if I gave you a list of names?”
He narrows his gaze. “A list of names would be useful. I’ll know who to kill.”
I pull his lips to mine. “You’re the only man who’s ever been given the Vesper Fairfax massage treatment,” I assure him. “And you’re the only man who ever will.”
“Good to know. Saves me a lot of unnecessary body burying.”
I smack his shoulder, but there’s a part of me that wonders if he’s really making a joke or if there’s a kernel of seriousness in the threat.
Kovan drops his head to my chest and I let him cradle me in his arms while looking out onto the mountain tops. It’s so unbelievably beautiful. It feels like nothing can touch us up here.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Kovan.” I clear my throat, hesitate, then plow onward. “I hate to ruin the moment, but—I also have to ask.” He stiffens against me, and not in the fun way, either. “Is there something going on that I should know about? I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but it just feels as though there’s something else going on. Is there, or am I just being paranoid?”
I wonder if he’s going to make good on his promise and treat me like his equal. A few seconds later, I get my answer.
“There is something going on,” he admits.
“What is it? Is it Ihor?”
“Yes. He knows that you’re pregnant.”
“Oh. And that’s… bad?”
“Ihor is not a man who lets a valuable asset go to waste. He’s going to come after you, especially now that I went after his mistress and the million-dollar estate he gave her.”
“After youwhat?!”
“The details aren’t important,” he says, settling me back down. “But this does mean that we need to think of backup plans.”
“What sort of backup plan?”
Kovan hesitates, and I know instinctively that this might be one of those discussions that’s not really a discussion at all. Yes, Kovan will tell me what’s going on, but I don’t really have a say in what will happen. I’m just along for the ride.
“Right now, I’m thinking of a safehouse. I want to get you and Luka out of the city, maybe even the country, for a period of time.”
“What?” I say, feeling my stomach sink even as my nerves soar. “You want us to move?”
“It won’t be permanent. Just until after I’ve dealt with Ihor. Once he’s no longer an issue, you and Luka can rejoin me?—”
“Wait.” I push myself away from him, my body going cold with dread. “You’re not planning on coming with us? To the safehouse, I mean?”
