“That’s a lot of gifts,” I say.
Kate nods. “But we’re leaving New Year’s Day, and I’m stealing this man away for three whole months.”
“Are you telling people where you’re going?”
Kate shrugs. “I don’t know exactly myself. Jim was the planner. I just know we’re finishing up in Tuscany for Mason Sullivan and Caroline Arnault’s wedding.”
“What a luxury to get away for that long.” I feel more jealous than I should.
“We wouldn’t be able to do it without Bash and Gage,” Jim says.
I look up at Bash, and my breath hitches. He takes my hand and we explore the yacht—taking in the view and eating plenty of food. Several of the wives and girlfriends seek me out, trying to figure out our relationship, but I keep it light.
The boat makes it from Pier 39 to the shore of Fort Mason and the St. Francis Yacht Club before turning around near Crissy Field to return to Pier 39. The parade of boats lasts less than an hour each way. We’re one of the first boats in the parade, so we can see what looks like a giant snake of boats as we turn around and return. When we’re back at the dock at the Marina, I look for Stella. She’s sitting comfortably with Gage, and I know that makes a lot of people feel better. They’ll get through this.
I’m watching the boats return to the marina when Bash’s hands snake around my waist. “I’m ready to take you back to my place and have my way with you.”
My core clenches. “Sounds good to me.”
We say our goodbyes. “Please feel free to come again.” Vincent winks and smiles.
I lean in. “Why, Vincent, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to make Bash jealous.”
His eyes twinkle. “He likes you, so it’s fun to make him territorial.”
I laugh. “I like him, too,” I say softly. “Thank you for having us.”
Bash takes me by the hand. Once we get back on the dock and in full view of the boat, I pull him to me, my body molding into his, and I kiss him hard and deep.
“Get a room,” I hear in a French accent.
I wink at Bash. “I think you promised me something.”
“I never renege on a promise,” he says. His fingers explore my center but there’s too much fabric in the way. He’s such a tease.
When we return to Bash’s loft, he goes immediately to the sliding glass door.
“I’ve got to run to the bathroom,” I tell him. “I’ll be right back.”
I glance over my shoulder as Bash walks over to the railing, enjoying the cool evening and the lights.
I have a surprise for him. I picked up a beautiful lingerie set. It’s a mix of leather and see-through fabric. He liked my bra and panties the other night, so that inspired me. I change quickly, and when I return from the bathroom, Bash comes in and finds me in my see-through cover.
He quietly gasps. He tries to be cool, but his face gives him away. I smile as I walk past him.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him, his hardness pushing into me.
“I think someone is a troublemaker,” he whispers.
“What are you talking about?” I ask in my most innocent voice.
“Someone has changed into a naughty outfit.”
“And I forgot my panties.”
“Oh, God,” Bash groans. He pushes his now-completely-hard self even farther into my ass. He slides his hand between his body and my ass and rubs. It almost feels like he’s touching skin, the material is so thin.
Bash kisses my neck, his hands exploring. He walks his fingers up my stomach until they brush the bottom of my left breast. He massages and pinches and pulls my nipples to hard peaks.
I grind into him, and we both moan.
He slides two fingers down and runs them over my slit, stroking me. I moan again as his other hand continues massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples.
Soft music plays as he strokes my mound, and going slightly lower with each stroke until finally he cups my pussy. His middle finger slides between my wet folds, and my moans encourage him to continue.
My eyes close as I concentrate on the intense, wonderful feeling of his fingers probing my insides while he strums my clit with his thumb. My breathing becomes heavy, and I push my hips forward to increase the contact with Bash’s fingers.
“Oh, God,” I moan. The room is filled with the slippery sounds of my soaking wet center. I grind into his hand, and he picks up the pace.
“Come for me,” Bash growls in my ear.
I shriek before letting out a long, wailing cry as I explode with an earth-shattering orgasm, thrusting my pelvis repeatedly. My climax lasts several seconds, and before I can stop moving, Bash supports my weight and wraps his arms around me. He picks me up as if I weigh no more than a feather and cradles me. I rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him and relaxing completely.
Bash moves me to the bed. After a minute, I lift my head and look at him, flashing a soft, warm, satisfied smile. My hand slides behind his head, and I pull him down and kiss him. Hard. My tongue slips into his mouth, and I can’t get enough of him.
I stroke his hardness through his jeans, and Bash gasps, pulling my tongue even farther into his mouth. He breaks away from the kiss, grasps the bottom hem of my top, and lifts. I raise my hands so he can pull it off.
“Wow. You are perfect,” he says with a smile.
Before I can respond, Bash has his mouth all over my left breast. He sucks the nipple and flicks his tongue up and down. I let out an appreciative moan. When he pulls away, his hand covers the breast he just left and his mouth moves to my other nipple. The sudden stimulation of both breasts causes me to throw my head back and let out a long Mmmmmmm.
Bash seems to love sucking and fondling my breasts, and he continues going back and forth. But finally, he bends down, putting his face directly in front of my center. He leans forward and licks me from bottom to top. I twitch, pulling my body away from him, and giggle. He does it again. Then he stands and pulls off his shirt.
He is beautiful. I know men don’t want to be seen that way, but his chest is hard and well defined. The magic V is inviting and pointing to my new favorite toy. I can’t hold myself back as I unzip his jeans and push them to the floor. He stands before me in his boxer briefs, and his hard cock pulses, begging for attention. I kneel and pull down his underwear.
I wrap my fingers and thumb around the base of his cock and stroke, adding pressure beneath. Bash groans as I take him in my mouth. Bobbing, I rub my tightly closed lips around the head and the super-sensitive part beneath it. I twirl my tongue around the head.
Bash steps back. “I don’t want to come yet.”
He takes my hand and lifts me to the bed. He gently pushes me down at the edge and kneels on the floor. Placing my leg over his shoulder, he licks and sucks as he buries his mouth in my pussy. He alternates, flicking my engorged nub until I let out a yelp of pleasure.
“Bassssshhh,” I moan.
I’m seeing double and gasping for air. He continues to lick up all my pleasure as I turn to jelly. Then he snakes his way up my body, kissing and exploring. When I can put sentences together again, I reach into the bedside table and pull the last condom out of the box.
“This is the last one,” I inform him. I don’t know who’s more disappointed. Biting my lower lip, I rip the foil package open and roll the latex onto his cock.
Bash places the tip of his dick at my entrance. “Are you sure you want this?” he teases as he rubs his sheathed cock up and down my slit.
“Yesssssss.” He pushes in, and it’s almost uncomfortable. “You feel so good.”
“Damn, I love how tight you are.” He puts his hands under my thighs and wraps them around his waist, almost lifting me off the bed. He pivots in and out, pummeling that spot that brings me to the edge. I grasp the sheets as my third climax rolls through me.
Bash stops and watches, and my pussy milks his dick with every stroke. After a minute, he slips his dick ou
t and kneels on the floor, laying his head on my stomach. Both of us are still panting. It takes some time before our breaths return to normal.
I’m the first to speak. “Wow. I didn’t think we could do that any better than we did the last time. But boy, was I wrong.”
Chapter 17
Fiona
I stretch like a cat. Damn, I’m sore. After our outing to the lighted parade on Friday night, we chose to stay in all weekend. Usually I can’t wait to get away from men I’ve been intimate with, but with Bash, when I need time to myself, I just hide in the guest room. He gives me what I need, and I never feel smothered or overwhelmed. We even had a frank conversation about sex. Since I’ve had the depo shot and we’re both clean, we made the decision to not get more condoms.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I told him.
“It’s rare for me, and only in a committed relationship,” he responded.
“I guess that means we’re in a committed relationship?”
He looked at me carefully. “Is that a problem?”
“I don’t know. I guess as long as we’re talking, we can make this work.”
After that, the flood gates were open. Holy cow. Just a glimpse of me, and he has an erection. I have no reason whatsoever to complain, but I’m tired.
Dominic arrives early to pick me up on Monday morning. We walk into the office together, and he checks for any riffraff as he turns the lights on.
I settle in at my desk, but I don’t want to face the three hundred emails sitting unopened in my email box. My work often requires crazy internet searches and as a result, a cascade of junk email shows up. I looked up the number of keys on a piano, and suddenly I’m getting all kinds of ads to buy a piano. Yeah, that scares me. I can do an Irish jig, but that’s the extent of my music education.
I skim through the emails and hit delete repeatedly. After a few minutes, most of my remaining messages require time and attention, two things I don’t seem to have this morning. I need to get with Maureen for an update on Judge Williams’ issue at The Dungeon. But she’s not in yet, and I’m distracted.
Coffee. That will get my brain to focus. I wander into the kitchen. We’re running low on snacks. I have a feeling Trevor and Hunter ate most of the food over the weekend. Only the sugarless, cardboard-like energy bars remain untouched. I don’t blame them. They’re terrible.
The office is quiet, and it gives me time to ruminate. When I started this business, I never thought I’d be where I am today.
Trevor comes walking out of his room, bare chested and wearing shorts. I can see why the women chase him, though he’s too young for me.
“How’s it going?” I ask.
He scratches his head and looks at me through one eye. “I’m a glorified babysitter. How do you think?”
“You’re on a holiday break during your third year of law school and just barely hanging on,” I reply.
He shakes his head. “The law is nothing like law firms on television say it is.”
I laugh. “No. It absolutely isn’t. But you have one more semester to go and then you can take the bar—or there are a lot of other options for people who’ve been to law school. You know we’d love to have you here.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
I stand up straight and adjust my skirt. “Good, because I have a lot of work I’d like to pass over to you. But you need to finish school first and pass the bar.”
“Thanks, Mom.” He grins at me.
“I’m nowhere near old enough to be your mother. Don’t tease me like that.”
I return to my office and start working through my email again. I have a client who keeps chirping about his company, and the FTC is getting involved, which means it’s beginning to look like he’s manipulating stock prices. A few others are looking for more security, which means more work to throw over to Jim and Bash at Clear. That’s a hard thing for a lot of these tech people. They don’t feel rich, but the money from their stock options make them wealthy, and therefore in need of protection.
Shannon steps in. “Good morning,” she singsongs.
I nod.
“I’m going to decorate the Christmas tree in reception. I bought tons of stuff at the craft store this weekend.”
“Okay. The guys emptied the kitchen, so let’s plan on ordering in lunch. And, if you need help with the tree, try to grab Hunter and Trevor.”
“Great idea,” Shannon says as she leaves.
Maureen waves at me when she arrives. “How was your weekend?”
I look down at my hands. “It was nice.”
“Were you on a giant yacht for the lighted boat parade?”
My eyes go wide. “Yes. I was on a boat with the team from Clear Security. Were you there?”
“No, but we were watching from my friend’s patio with binoculars. I was fairly sure I saw you.”
“It was fun. I’ve only ever watched the parade from the land. It’s crazy from the water. I can’t believe the number of people who come out to watch.”
“I also noticed you might have been holding hands with the hot guy who was here the other morning.”
I nod. “That would be Bash Pontius. He works for Clear.”
“It must be a job requirement to be hot at Clear. I mean, look at Dominic.” She fans her face.
I need to change the subject. “We need to look into what Frankie Peters is doing at Centables. The FTC put him on notice. Frankie thinks they’re overreacting, but his posts on Chirp seem to indicate they may be right. Can you check it out?”
“I’m on it.”
“And any word on Judge Williams’ blackmailer?”
“We think two others are being blackmailed, but they’re not talking to us. With Jim’s team, we’ve done background and financial checks of Dungeon employees who work there at night. We got those back late Friday. I went through them yesterday, and a few people stand out. It’s in your email.”
I look at her with my eyes wide. An inside job could very well shut The Dungeon down.
I stand to walk into the kitchen for a second cup of coffee. “Have you talked to Erin at all?”
“No. But I can call her today.”
“I got it. I’ll see if she wants to meet.”
“Let me know,” she calls as I head for the kitchen.
After a few minutes, I take a sip of my fresh coffee. “Ahhh.” It’s the nectar of the gods. I glance outside. We’re only on the third floor of our building, so it’s easy to watch the people walking by or judge the traffic on California Street by those that have cut over to ours. But this morning, I spot two squad cars and an unmarked police car parked out front. There are over two dozen companies in the building, but when I see Wang-Fang exit the unmarked car, my heart stops. There goes our morning.
Shannon is in the breakroom when I find her. “The police have just arrived, and I’m sure they’re on their way up.”
Maureen’s head pops up like a gopher checking the weather. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope. Shut down so the police can’t see anything on your computer, put things away, and have Dominic reach out to Clear Security to let them know what’s happening. Call Damien, too. They have to be coming after Hunter.”
“Got it.” She nods as I walk back to the living quarters.
I go upstairs and knock on Trevor’s door. “The police just arrived out front,” I tell him when he opens. “Why don’t you take Hunter across the street to Paradise Bakery for breakfast?”
He nods and pulls a shirt on.
I knock on Hunter’s door. He doesn’t respond right away, so I peek in. “Hunter? The police have pulled up outside, and I’m fairly certain they’re coming here. You and Trevor should go get breakfast across the street. Damien is on his way over.”
He sits up, and I can tell he’s not entirely awake. Trevor walks in and throws a shirt at him. “Come on. Let’s get out of here quick.”
I watch Trevor and Hunter as they walk down the back stai
rs. With that mess avoided, I return to my office, shut everything down, and lock my purse into a floor safe hidden beneath my desk.
Just then, Shannon rings me on the intercom from the front desk. “Detective Leong is here with a search warrant.”
“Thanks, Shannon. I’ll be right there.”
Maureen stands as I pass her. “Damien is on his way, as is Clear Security.”
“Thanks, Mo.” I walk slowly to reception. Wang-Fang spots me, and if I was a betting girl, I’d wager that he’s sporting a giant woody. “Wang-Fang, what brings you to my offices so early on a Monday morning?”
His face contorts, and I love that using his birth name gets under his skin, but it passes quickly. He looks me up and down as if I’m for sale. “We have a search warrant for your offices.”
“We’re a law firm; there isn’t much here that doesn’t breach attorney-client privilege. What are you looking for?”
He hands me the warrant. I read through to see what they have the right to inspect.
“Hunter Anderson communications, his computer, and we’re looking for a gun,” he announces.
I have guns on the premises, but they’re locked away. Hunter hasn’t mentioned any guns to us, so that’s a little shocking. His computer should be tucked away, and hopefully in his hasty departure, he managed to take his cell phone. Any legal communications would have to be specified in the warrant.
“I see you can search his room and public space, but the warrant is very clear that you can’t go into my office area,” I note.
“You’re not his lawyer. Damien Lewis is,” he responds.
“The warrant is clear that you don’t have access to his legal offices. I’m his co-counsel. You may not enter my office or any of our offices on the third floor, but you may go upstairs to see his living quarters.”
Wang-Fang steps into my personal space. “If this is a legal office, why is he living here?”
I can feel his breath on me, and my skin crawls. It takes all my willpower not to reach out and slap him. “We’re in a work/live space, so it’s within the parameters of our building. You’ve closed off his apartment. Anyway, you can look in his room and in public spaces like the kitchen. I assure you, we can get the district attorney here to make sure you stay within the parameters of your warrant, and anything else you do will be thrown out of court. So, don’t waste my time or yours.”
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