Page 245 of Under Her Skin
‘Mmm that’s quite an offer, might take a bit of thinking… but I know where I’d like to go right now…’ She slid her hands down the front of his pants and cupped his cock, grinning when she felt it respond. Theo chuckled and kissed hertemple.
‘I clearly did not exhaust you enough last night, you wantonhussy.’
She giggled and pressed her lips to his ear. ‘You see those security guards over there by thefence?’
‘Yeah, I see them,’ he looked bemused. She smiled and her eyes were heavy withdesire.
‘Remember that time in the club, when we fucked in thatbooth…?’
Theo grinned, understanding. ‘You are quite the exhibitionist, Miss Wood…’ But his hand were sliding under her robe, and he slipped a finger inside her. ‘Man, you’re wet,baby.’
She drew in a shaky breath. ‘I want your cock inside me,Theo.’
He wrapped his huge arms around her tiny waist and lifted her onto his rigid cock, both sighing as it sank deep into her. Theo caressed her clit, rocking her back and forth so his cock slid in and out, the friction making them both crazy. They locked eyes and when they heard the crackle of a radio, the monotone of a guard reporting back to his boss, they grinned at each other. This was such a rush, the imminent threat ofdiscovery.
Jess nibbled at his ear. ‘Come in me, Theo, I want to feel your seed inside me…’ Her voice was a low whisper, but deep, gruff, the sound of it made the blood rush to his head and he did as she asked, grunting softly into her hair. Jess tensed her muscles around his cock, closing her eyes as a mellow climax shuddered through her body. They stayed connected for a few moments, reveling in their closeness and in the intimacy of theirlovemaking.
Upstairs they showered togetherand as they dressed, Theo couldn’t take his eyes from her delicious body, the curves of her, the way her breasts trembled as she towel-dried her hair. She grinned athim.
‘Like what you see,sailor?’
‘Hell yes. You didn’t answer my question so let’s do this… clear your mind and when I say go, name the first place you’ve always wanted to goto.’
She chuckled and nodded. ‘Okay…ready.’
‘Three… two… one…go.’
‘The Maldives… oh, that was unexpected. I was going to suggest… oh, to hell with it, The Maldives, please. One of those little huts on the ocean.’ She looked like an excitedkid.
Theo grinned. ‘You got it,beautiful.’
She hugged him, kissing him quickly. ‘Think of all that privatetime.’
His hold on her tightened. ‘We should take that box of toys you say we haven’t usedyet.’
‘Oh, you are a genius, Theodore Storm.’ She grinned then laughed as her stomach growled. ‘Yep, I need food. Brunch? I could make someomelets?’
‘Sounds good tome.’
When she’d disappeared downstairs, Theo sat on the edge of the bed and finally let himself drop the happy act. Not that Jess wasn’t the best distraction but…Malcolm’s face kept coming back tohim.
The idea to go away had come to him when he’d awoken. Turning to stare at Jess’s peaceful, sleeping face, he knew he wanted to wake up to that face forever, to have her look that relaxed, carefree forever. And the truth was that he wanted to run. Not from the police, he had no worries about that, but from worrying what Gachet would do next. Being a billionaire had its perks. He would tell Max and Alan to take a long vacation while they were away. He grinned wryly to himself. He knew Max would never leave the business while Theo was out of contact. When he and Jess returned then maybe he could persuade him to take a break. He owed Max.Big.
Jess called up to him and he went down to see her flipping a perfectly cooked omelet onto a plate. She looked so happy. Happier than he’d seen in a month now that he couldn’t bear to ruin it. He, Max and Alan had vowed not to tell her about Malcolm but Theo had harbored doubts – he didn’t want any secrets fromJess.
He just didn’t want to see the look in her eye when she realized the man she loved was amurderer.
It had beentwo weeks now and no Malcolm. Jules had no doubt what had happened – Storm had gotten to him, and had probably killed him. Damn. This changed everything. He would have to go back to the States now, to do his own spying. He’d had it all planned: Malcolm would report on her every movement, see the weak spots in the protection that Storm had set up, and found the opportunity. Then if he could, Jules would return, kill her and Storm and then would flee down to South America. If not, Malcolm, a trained sniper, would take Jessica out with a bullet, Storm too. Quick, easy but not nearly the drawn out, agonizing death shedeserved.
Now, he had to do it all himself. Fuck. Malcolm had put him in touch with some people who could get him travel documents, passports, but there was no-one he could talk to, no-one who would understand his passion for killing Jessica. Malcolm hadunderstood.
The Parisian spring was leeching into summer and endless tourists filled the streets. Maybe it was time to go. Jules started tosmile.
I’m coming for you,Jessica.
By the next day a blonde and bearded Jules – or rather Patrick Moreau according to the flawlessly produced passport – was on the way back to theStates.
The flowing,delicate white dress Jess wore fell gently to the floor as Theo ran his fingers under the tiny straps and slid them down her slender arms. He cupped her full, ripe breasts as she tilted her head up for a kiss. His thumbs stroked a maddeningly erotic rhythm over her nipples as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The heat was tamed by a breeze from the ocean that swirled clear and blue underneath their privatevilla.
