Page 59 of Dark Prince

But before I reach my own climax, I withdraw from her and crawl up over her until I’m straddling her hips. Locking eyes with her, I jerk myself off rapidly, stroking my shaft with a firm grip until my cum spatters in pulsing spurts over her breasts and stomach.

There’s a deep, animalistic satisfaction in the act of coming on her body. Marking it as my own.

And I was right when I told her that she would look gorgeous like this. Sated and glistening, panting in the early morning light. She’s a fucking vision.

“Mmm,” she breathes. “I guess you win. You got me to beg.”

“And you did it so beautifully,” I assure her. “But I like to think we both won.”

She chuckles. Her hazy eyes gaze up at me, hovering between satisfaction and anticipation, waiting for my next move. I begin to lower myself to kiss her, but before our lips can meet, a dull thumping sound fills the room.

Sophia tenses, her eyes flying wide and fully alert as she glances toward the window, her pulse quickening in her throat.

“It’s all right. That’s our ride,” I tell her.

She looks back to me, confusion on her face as the sounds grow louder. I pull her to me and kiss her, tasting her mouth and caressing her body until she melts all over again. Satisfied—for now—I drop a kiss on her nose and then get up and stride toward the bathroom, shooting a look at her over my shoulder. “Time to go.”

One quick shower and several minutes later, we’re both strapped into the helicopter and rising into the sky.

We can’t do much talking over the noise, but it’s clear to me that she’s never done this before. I enjoy watching her soak up the experience, her bright eyes capturing every detail. It doesn’t take long to get to the little airport nearby, where another private jet is waiting for us.

There’s a full office on board this one, rather than the luxury accommodations I introduced Sophia to last time. Attacks notwithstanding, there is business to be done. While I would usually have a secretary accompany me in situations such as these, I explicitly told Naamah to keep the potential body count as low as possible. So, once again, Sophia and I will have the plane mostly to ourselves.

She balks when we reach the ramp, nervousness flickering across her face.

“It’s all right,” I promise. “I’ll keep you safe.”

As I speak, I place my hand at the small of her back, and she takes a breath, steadying herself. Pushing through her fear, she strides onto the plane as if she owns it. A strange kind of pride stirs inside me as I watch her, and although she grips the arm rests tightly while we take off, there’s no other outward sign of her anxiety.

Once we’ve reached altitude, I get down to business. After switching a small recorder on, I hand Sophia a pad of paper.

“I’ll be recording this call, but I want you to make note of anything that seems important.”

She nods and jots something down on the paper. “Okay. Who are you calling?”

“The man I was supposed to meet yesterday,” I tell her briskly.

She raises her brows in surprise and opens her mouth to say something, then shakes her head and positions her pen. Good. I dial the number and fold my hands together.

“Hale,” the grumpy voice answers. “I don’t appreciate being stood up.”

“None of us do, Franklin, but I had to take an unexpected detour. Unfortunately unavoidable, and I’m still putting the fires out.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Something strange on the news last night. They said a jet went down, caused a big forest fire. No survivors. My own contacts tell me the locals noticed some oddities about the whole thing, but they’re being pretty tight-lipped about it. Your unexpected detour have anything to do with that?”

“That’s between me and my insurance company,” I tell him wryly. “Let’s leave it atunavoidableand go from there. Now, about your proposal…”

Franklin is usually easiest to deal with when he’s had a few drinks and he’s feeling festive. My hope is that the mystery of the crashed jet has him shaken up enough to deal straight without a lot of extra crap. Even so, it takes damn near six hours for us to hammer out the details of our business deal and reach an agreement. Hours I would have much preferred to spend buried inside Sophia, but life goes on. And on, and on.

“Notes,” I murmur to her as we land.

She blushes, grimacing down at the pad of paper.

“I thought I’d have time to clean this up,” she says as she hands the notepad back to me. I scan the page, noticing the neat bullet points down the center, and the doodles she’s drawn in the margins.

“You nailed my eyes,” I tell her. “But I didn’t know my forehead is that big.”

“Big enough to hide the horns,” she murmurs under her breath as she disembarks behind me.

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