Page 88 of Risks of Temptation
He shakes his head. "I know we are out of options." He scrapes his chin on my leg again, leans over, and blows air on my sex.
Heat floods my body. I spasm against his fingers, quivering everywhere. "Malin...please," I whimper.
He nods and holds the phone to his ear then covers my mouth. He creates a pattern of swiping then tapping my G-spot and puts his face over my lower body, inhaling deeply, as I circle faster, climaxing intensely.
My muffled moans and cries are still loud.
"Look at the documents. Call me when you know more."
He releases his hand from my mouth, ends the call, then tosses his phone on the floor.
French rolls out of his mouth then I become his meal as he ferociously eats me out while continuing to massage my G-spot.
"Malin... Malin... Malin!" I scream, exploding with pleasure again, yanking on his hair.
He groans, rubbing his hands on my thighs, then up my waist, and twisting my nipples. His lips travel up my shaking body. "Ma belle, you obey me so well."
I wrap my arms around him, sticking my tongue in his mouth, tasting my orgasms, and taking everything I can.
"Don't make me go to Omoa," I whisper.
He shuts his eyes.
"Please. I need to be with you."
His eyes are dark gray when he opens them. "We will be together. I will finish this, and we will never have to be apart again."
A pain shoots through my heart. Any amount of time away from him seems cruel. "I could help you. I did good today, didn't I?"
He strokes the side of my head. "Ma belle, you were amazing. But it is not a life for you. We need to stop arguing about this. I will not change my mind."
"Please. I—"
Headlights shine into the truck.
"Put your clothes and seat belt on, ma belle," Malin growls then sits up and turns on the truck.
I obey. My heart pumps fast. "Who is it?"
"I'm not sure."
He pulls out and drives forward, spraying the windshield to remove the fog.
I turn the air on full blast to stop it from creeping back up then turn to look out the back window. The headlights glare in my eyes. "It's too dark to see anything."
The road is narrow. Trees are dense on both sides. Malin increases his speed.
The driver beeps his horn twice then three times fast then twice again.
Malin groans.
"What?"
"It's Kalim."
"How do you know?"
The same beeps ring in the air, and lights flash in the same pattern.
