It seemed to be far away in a future which was not entirely certain. The dark cloud of prison constantly hung over the man’s shoulders. Steele shuddered as his lips pressed against her clit.
His teeth took it gently, and she moaned with the sweet feeling it gave her. He made a low growl and bit it a little harder. It sent waves of pleasure through her.
Her hands fisted the sheet beneath her.
“Arsen!”
His tongue flicked at the swelling pearl between his teeth and with every deft flick of his tongue she felt a jolt go through her, straight to a place deep inside her.
She was wetter than she’d ever been and finally she could take it no longer and groaned loudly as her body shook with the climax.
His fingers gripped into her ass and he moved his mouth to taste the juices he’d set free. His name came from her lips over and over as his tongue went in and out of her, making the orgasm go on and on.
Steele ran her hands down to run through his hair. He finally had had enough of her and moved up her body, kissing every inch along the way. Heat filled her as she waited semi-patiently for him to be inside her.
It was amazing when they were joined together like that. Two parts of the same person it seemed. Her body formed around his thick cock as he buried himself into her wet depths.
His breath was warm on her neck as he pushed himself into her.
“I will never get tired of how you feel when I first go into you. Hot, wet, and wonderful. I love you, Baby.”
Somehow every time he told her he loved her it still sent shock waves through her heart. “I love you, Arsen.”
So slowly it almost hurt, he moved inside her. Her stomach clenched with every long, slow stroke. He was making it last this moment with her and she knew it.
It was obvious Arsen was beginning to lose hope he’d get out of the legal mess he was in. He was getting more and more clingy. His hands always on her. As if touching her as much as he could before he was taken away and couldn’t do it anymore.
Even then his fingertips were flowing over her body as he made the slow strokes. His mouth was moving over her throat, teeth grazing her flesh. He was being more gentle than normal, more into the moment than he’d ever been.
Her hands ran over the tight muscles of his back and she found herself needing to feel him like he was feeling her. Making it last, taking him all in.
He could be taken from her at any moment and she was beginning to feel she needed to touch him all she could too. They may only have a small time left before the walls came crumbling down, breaking them in the process.
His hand moved back up her side and he leaned back and looked at her as he took her breast in his hand. His dark eyes were soft and filled with emotion. “You are a rare find, Miss Gannon.”
She smiled and traced his top lip with her finger. “As are you, Mr. Sloan.”
He kissed her fingertip. “I could look at this face forever.”
A tear escaped as she wanted to look at his forever, but she knew it might not happen for them. “With luck, you will.”
He kissed her cheek where the tear had fallen. His lips moved over her cheek as he said, “No tears, Baby. There is only you and me and right now. Let the future go for now. We don’t have any guarantees anyway.”
Her hands ran up to take his cheeks between them. She pulled his mouth to hers and tasted him with a deep kiss. She wanted that kiss to last forever.
Their tongues moved in unison with the others. Making sweet love to each other’s mouths while the bottom part of their bodies did the same. Every part of them seemed to be touching, moving against the others.
Every deep, slow stroke had his body moving slowly over her clit and she was beginning to feel the intensity from it. She arched up to get him to grind into her more.
Little eruptions were beginning to occur inside her. She tried to hold them back, but they just kept going and building until her body was shivering with the need to let it all go.
He pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.
“Do it, Baby. Come all over me.”
She grabbed his biceps and held them as she did as he told her. He kept moving slowly inside her, making it go on and on. He stopped and let her catch her breath. Then started up again.
With a smile he said, “How many times you want to come for me tonight?”
Her hand moved over his meticulously kept beard. “As many times as you want me to.”
He kissed her again, soft and slow like a fine wine, he was taking his sweet time with her. She felt adored by him.
A knock came at the bedroom door, taking her out of her memory and she sat up. “I’ll be out in a minute. Nearly done changing.”
She shook her head and climbed off the big bed she shared with Arsen. She looked back at it and found a tear rolling down her cheek.
If he was with someone else, she would never trust a man again. If a man could be that sweet, intimate, and loving, and still mess around, then she wanted no part of them.
A part of her was worried about that so much because he didn’t seem to even want with her what he’d done with all the other women he’d had sex with. The detective had struck at one of her major insecurities where Arsen was concerned.
His need to dominate, control, and physically test his partners. He didn’t do that with her and she knew it. He was gentle with her and listened to her. Catered to her instead of having her cater to his every little need like he made the others do.
Arsen didn’t treat her like the rest and that scared her. Did he go off with someone who he could be himself with? Was he unable to be who he was with her for some strange reason and need that control more than he or she even realized?
She pulled on a soft pair of jeans and a white lace shirt and her favorite boots then went out to face the detective and her shitty ways once again. Steele just hoped the man she loved would come home soon with a great explanation of where he’d been.
Steele found Paul and the detective looking over some papers as they sat next to each other on one of the sofas. Fontaine looked up as Steele entered the room.
“I called in the plates and should know something soon about that. I also got the autopsy reports out of my car while I was down there. Paul and I were discussing the fact that, though small, all three women have higher levels of succinic acids and choline in their systems.”
Paul added, “I told her about the fact a drug used in anesthesia is called succinylcholine and could’ve been the real killer of these women.”
Steele sat and listened as the detective said, “I think Anne Sinclair is the one who did the crimes or had them done. She has information she shouldn’t have about their deaths. You see, I made a call just to be positive. There are only two people who work there and are privy to this information. Both have worked with the department for many years and are very trustworthy individuals.”
“If Anne lied about having an insider,” Steele said. “Anne could’ve done it. She didn’t take Arsen’s leaving well at all. She left scars on his back from the beatings she gave him as she tried to reign him back in when he was through with her. Her way of domination was more than he could take.”
The detective frowned.
“It’s hard to think of that man as anyone’s submissive partner. He’s all man.”
Steele looked at her.
“He is. That’s how fucking bad Anne Sinclair is. Now, what are you going to do with that warrant now?”
The detective picked it up from the coffee table and tore it in half.
“This investigation is going in another direction as of right now. Anne Sinclair has moved to our main person of interest. I’m not saying Arsen is off the hook, but I think we’ve been sent in his direction so she can get some revenge on the man she loved to control so much.”
Steele let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
Finally!
She wanted Arsen to be there so damn bad so she could hug him
and let him know it was all going to be alright. It was almost over. But he wasn’t there.
The fact was Arsen and Gwen were missing and Steele was helpless to do anything about any of it.
“So, what are we going to do about finding Arsen and Gwen?”
The detective frowned.
“Look, Arsen can’t officially be called missing yet. I know I’ve been messing with you, but the fact is he could really be fucking around right now. While hurtful, it’s no crime, Steele.”
“So you aren’t going to send out an APB for that car?” Steele asked. “Because I think you should do that.”
Fontaine shook her head, making her long, blonde hair fall around her shoulders. Steele noticed Paul looking at her with a little gaze in his eyes as she said, “I can’t yet.”
Steele stood up and paced.
“This is a lot of crap! Why do your hands have to be so tied?”
“It’s the law,” she answered. “You should know that, Miss Law Student! Sit down! You're annoying me.”
Steele looked at the tall woman with her too promiscuous clothing for a cop and asked as she gestured to the woman, “You don’t dress like any cop I’ve ever seen. What’s up with this?”
Paul looked at Fontaine too as if he was interested in knowing as well. The detective ran her hands over her low cut white blouse which was tucked into a tight, red skirt paired with red heels.
“If you must know, I was a model. I don’t like to look like a cop. I like to look like a model. Okay?”
Paul nodded.
“No wonder you’re so beautiful.”
Steele rolled her eyes.
“Good God!”
The detective smiled at Paul and ran a hand over his cheek.
“Thank you, Paul.”
“You're welcome.” He looked at Steele. “What? I like tough as nails women.”
Steele plopped back down on the sofa and shook her head.
“Anyway, back to what’s important. What can Paul and I do since we don’t have to obey all your little timelines and shit like that? I mean can we go look for that car?”
With a shrug of her shoulders, she said, “Once we get the name of who it’s registered to, I suppose you could see if you could find the person through the internet and who am I to say you can’t go looking for your boyfriend?”
“Then that’s what we’ll do! Finally, a break,” Steele said as she sat back. “Now if that damn information would get to you, we could get busy finding my man. I can’t wait to give him the good news.”
Her eyes darted up to Paul as he said.
“So, Fontaine, how about dinner tonight?”
Steele rolled her eyes and looked away. She didn’t want to witness the devastation the bitch detective was about to pull down on the poor guy.
“How sweet,” she heard the woman say in a high pitched voice. She looked back to find the detective’s hand running yet again over Paul’s face. “How about you shave though, before we go? I love the way you look all clean shaven and your hair pulled back.”
“I’ll go do that now.” He jumped up then hesitated as if thinking about doing something. Then he reached out and took Fontaine by the hand and pulled her up.
He took her into his arms and kissed her as Steele’s jaw dropped. Fontaine’s left foot lifted up behind her and her arms ran around Paul as she moaned.
Steele couldn’t look away. It was like a train wreck. You know there will be total devastation, but you have to keep looking anyway.
Paul pulled back with a smile.
“Just wanted to let you know what kissing me felt like with a beard.” He let her go and walked away.
Fontaine pressed her fingertips to her lips and turned back to look at Steele.
“Wow! Just, wow!”
Steele finally smiled. “He’s an amazing kisser, isn’t her?”
The flush on the detective’s face let her know he was. The women found themselves giggling, and the detective sat back down. Steele began to feel a bit better about Paul getting together with the woman who had made no secret about her wanting a little roll in the hay with Arsen.
Maybe with Paul to occupy her, she’d forget about flirting with Arsen.
Fontaine leaned forward and whispered, “Do you know if he’s into the BDSM stuff too?”
Steele shrugged.
“Not sure. But I don’t think so. If he tries to spank you, give it a try before you stop him. The first couple of whacks are pretty damn exciting.”
They broke into giggles again and both blushed. Fontaine’s cell phone rang, and she picked it up and answered, “Detective Fontaine.”
Quickly she took a pen and pad of paper from her purse and wrote something down then got off the phone.
“I have a name and address for you. But you aren’t going to like it. You sure you want it?” she asked Steele. “I mean I wouldn’t go there if I was you. It might lead to an altercation and that might end you up in jail. Going to a woman’s house and kicking her ass is a crime after all. No, I’m not giving this to you. You will definitely end up in jail.”
Steele stood up and moved quickly and swiped the pad out of Fontaine’s hand. The name Beth Campbell was at the top and the address was right underneath.
“Fuck!” Steele threw her hands up in the air and stomped her foot. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Know her?” Fontaine asked with raised brows.
“The name of the girl who was his first love was Beth. She’s Anne Sinclair’s daughter. This is most likely her.” Steele fell back on the sofa and put the pad of paper on the table.
“Anne Sinclair was fucking her daughter’s old boyfriend?” Fontaine asked with shock and a lot of disgust on her face. “That’s sick!”
Steele pulled out her cell phone and went to search the woman on social media. In no time at all she’d found her and when she pulled up her friends and family it was all there. Her mother was Anne Sinclair.
Arsen had gone off with the one other female he’d ever loved and been gone a damn long time.
“I’m sorry, Steele. I really am. All shit aside, the man’s a fool to let you go.” Fontaine went to sit by Steele and ran an arm around her shoulders. “This sucks. Everything might well be over with Arsen’s troubles and you two could be getting on to a life together then in one fell swoop, an old flame comes in and takes him away from you. Life sucks.”
Paul came back in all smiles and a clean-shaven face with his hair pulled back neatly and a killer Armani suit on. He stopped and looked at the two women on the sofa.
“What the hell? I thought you two hated each other.”
Fontaine hugged Steele.
“I don’t hate anyone. I’m just kind of bitch is all. We found out whose car that is and the fact Arsen’s been gone so long just hit her.”
“Like a brick upside the head,” Steele added. “He’s with Beth. The Beth. The fucking Beth who let her father beat him nearly to death. The fucking Beth who left him the destroyed kid he became because of her. Then her mother swooped in and nearly finished him off. That fucking Beth.” Her eyes went to Paul.
His mouth hung open and then he gulped.
“We have to save him. What’s the address?”
Steele laughed.
“Save him? Ha! From what? Come on, Paul. Wake up. Smell the fucking shit. Read the writing on the wall! He’s with her, fucking her. Lying in a bed somewhere holding her and telling her he forgives her and wants her to marry him and have his babies. That’s what’s taking so long.”
Paul’s head shook.
“No, Steele. He wouldn’t do that. Something's not right. You have to trust him.”
“That’s what he always tells me. Trust him. I have to trust him.” Steele’s body was shaking and Fontaine hugged her tighter. “I did trust him. I trusted him when he tied my hands up. I trusted him when he hung me up and smacked me with his belt until I cried. I trusted him so many times. One too many though it seems.”
She began to cry and Font
aine let her bury her face against her neck.
“Shh. It’s going to be okay, Steele. There are other fish in the sea.”
Paul threw his hands in the air.
“Stop crying, he’s not doing what you two think. I know the man. I know him like you two don’t. Steele, he loves your ass. Completely loves you. I’ve never seen him like this. You have nothing to worry about, I promise you.”
“I need to be alone,” Steele said then pulled herself out of Fontaine’s arms and ran to the bedroom.
Paul called out, “Steele, don’t do anything stupid. Promise me!”
She slammed the door behind her. The man she loved was with his old girlfriend. The social media site had said she was married with three kids. Steele knew the woman would throw all that away to be with Arsen again.
The billionaire who now was built like a brick house and gorgeous. Fuck yes, Beth would throw away her marriage and kids for the man and Steele knew it without a doubt.
Steele was a shaking mess as she fell on the bed and cried her eyes out. Paul was just sticking up for his friend. Defending the Bro Code. Steele wasn’t stupid.
It had all been too good to be true and now it was over. The end of it all. Arsen was off the hook, mostly anyway and he was done with Steele.
That much was obvious.
She pulled her clothes off and went to get in the deep jetted tub to try to blast away the sadness. Her body ached to feel his touch. Her heart ached so bad she felt it in her soul.
Steele wasn’t sure she could take it. The pain was too great. Their nights and days had been filled with pleasure and it was over. She would die alone because he’d ruined her for any other man.
No man would be able to ignite in her what he had. No other man would capture her attention the way he had. No other man was Arsen.
Gorgeous, crazily lovable, Arsen.
Steele lay her head back and let the tears flow as she thought about the way he touched her. The way he made her feel.
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