Mikah came hard, his cock jerking and pulsing as he shot his semen deep into her belly. He gathered her to him and kissed her deeply, murmuring her name over and over. They had no need for discussion afterward; indeed, Harpa did not want to talk, she just wanted this man to take over her body in whatever way he wanted to. He excused himself to use the bathroom and Harpa, feeling the cool air on her body, and her orgasm faded, slid her fingers into her sex and started to rub her clit, keeping it hard and sensitive. Mikah returned from the bathroom and nodded approvingly as he saw her fingering herself. She spread her legs wider so he could watch her and was delighted when he started to fist his cock at the sight of it, the long thick member already at half-mast and growing. They watched each other masturbate until Harpa came; moaning and Mikah gave a long groan as he came, ejaculating onto her skin, then covering her body and thrusting his still rigid cock deep inside her.
They made love, again and again, Harpa losing any inhibitions as they screwed in every position, explored each other’s bodies curiously, and taking their time.
Dawn was breaking over the city before they finally feel asleep, sated and exhausted and with a connection formed that neither of them wanted to break.
Sabine smirked to herself as she watched the video footage her guy had sent her. His henchman rushing at Cosima Bedi with a knife, attacking her before her goons dragged him off, blood dripping from Cosima’s arm. She had told him to wound, not kill, and he had done a fantastic job. She sighed happily; that should unsettle the princess enough so that when Sabine put the next phase of her plan into action, she would start to crumble.
Trouble was…Sabine had no idea what to do next. Damn it. She sat in her hotel bedroom, twirling a pen around a piece of paper. She wouldn’t be able to afford to stay in New Orleans much longer, she knew so whatever she did, she had to do it quickly.
There was a quiet knock at her door, and she frowned. Who knew she was here? She moved cautiously to the door and then gasped as she opened it. Naveen. He smiled at her in that cool way of his.
‘Sabine, you’re looking lovely. May I come in?’
Cosima thanked the contractors, beaming at them. ‘I can’t believe how quickly and how well you’ve completed it,’ she raved, ‘I’m utterly amazed. Thank you. You’ll definitely be my go-to guys from now on.’
The foreman, Mack, chuckled. ‘Well, that’s good to hear. We’ve actually really enjoyed this project; you may be the best project manager we’ve ever had.’
Cosima flushed with pleasure. ‘Just make sure you tell my boss that; I think this was my big try out.’
‘Well, you all nailed it,’ Arlo came through the door, looking up at the resplendent new reception with its high ceilings, restored features, and new furnishings. The focal piece was the stunning metal work staircase, a behemoth of a structure which Cosima had lovingly restored by a specialist. Arlo put his arm around her shoulders and grinned at them all. ‘I just wanted to say to all of you; thank you from the bottom of my heart, you have made mine and Cos’s vision come to life. There’ll be a bonus for all of you in your paycheck, and I’d like to invite you all back for a champagne reception to celebrate the opening in a month’s time.’
There was a round of applause and then the gathering broke up, the final up clear up underway. Cosima kissed Arlo. ‘I have a surprise for you,’ she said, grinning. ‘Let’s go up to the penthouse.’
Arlo smiled. ‘You mean, our place?’
‘I do.’ She deliberately gave him a hot look. ‘Let’s take the fast elevator.’
He laughed. There was no fast elevator. ‘Let’s go, kiddo.’
As the elevator reached their floor, Cosima told him to close his eyes and she led him into the living room. ‘Okay.’
He opened his eyes and smiled. Cosima, who he’d given carte blanche to decorate, had painted the living room in neutral colors; navy, stone, duck-egg blue but had complemented the muted scheme with pops of color. Stuffed bookshelves, colorful prints and over the large fireplace, against the navy, she had placed three square prints of bright sari material in orange, turquoise and pink. Comfy couches for them to veg out on, a huge flat screen (‘Boys must have their toys’); the penthouse was open-plan, so, at one end of it, the spacious kitchen stood with its polished counters. Wall-to-ceiling windows gave a view of New Orleans that was unequaled.
Cosima watched Arlo take it all in. ‘You like?’
He grinned. ‘I love. When did you do all this?’
‘Well, the gang were working so well without me, I actually had plenty of time to do this, plus I had help of course. The rest of it is done too, want to look?’
She moved to show him, but he stopped her. ‘You mean…it’s ready to move into?’
She smiled. ‘I guess it is. I thought you would want to move in when it opened, is that right?’
Arlo pulled her into his arms. ‘If it’s ready now, I want to be in here with you, in our home. Right now.’
She kissed him and grinned. ‘There’ll still be work noise…just to warn you.’
‘I don’t care, I want us to be living together, why the hell wait? Is that what you want?’
She laughed, throwing her head back. ‘Of course! Hell yes!’ She shrieked with laughter as Arlo picked her up and twirled her around. She wobbled dizzily when she was finally put down, and Arlo steadied her, grinning. He pressed his lips against hers. ‘Welcome home, baby.’
She smiled. ‘Welcome home.’
He ran his hands down her body, and she wriggled with pleasure but stepped away. ‘Not yet. If we’re really doing this today, then I have plans for you.’
Arlo grinned. ‘In that case…what do you need to bring your apartment?’
With Steve and Roger’s help, it took only the four of them to move her meager belongings. Cosima didn’t want strangers picking over her stuff so when Arlo offered to arrange movers, she shook her head. ‘No, I want to do it – it’s closure.’ Cosima took one last look around the place, her expression sad. ‘This was a nice place to live,’ she said, ‘Probably the last place I would have shared with Harpa. Damn, talking of which, I need to call Jack, tell him where I am.’
Arlo put his arms around her. ‘Not tonight. Tonight just let him think you’re staying with me – which you are. At my hotel – which you are – just not the one he thinks.’
She smiled but looked undecided. ‘Really?’
‘I promise it’ll be okay.’
Back at their new home, it was already evening, and the workmen had cleared out. They had food delivered and sat on their new couch eating it, relaxing. Arlo opened a bottle of red wine, and they toasted their new home. Cosima sighed happily. So good to be alone. ‘I can’t believe this is my life now,’ she said, smiling at Arlo, her eyes soft. ‘I’m so happy, Arlo, you can’t even imagine.’
He smiled and kissed her. ‘I can, beautiful, believe me. I love you so much, Cos.’
‘As I love you,’ she grinned as he pushed her back on the cushions, taking the carton of Chinese food from her hand and putting it on the table. He pushed his hands under her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, admitting the way her long, long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders.
‘I do believe,’ he said, his hands at the fastening of jeans, ‘that’s it’s your birthday next week, Miss Bedi and I’m trying to think of some way to surprise you.’
She chuckled as he yanked her jeans down. ‘And telling me that doesn’t hurt your cause?’
He shrugged, his fingers caressing her belly. ‘Probably.’
‘Twenty-nine,’ she grimaced, ‘Not sure I want to celebrate that.’
He groaned, laughing. ‘You’re making me feel old.’
‘Never,’ she sat up and moved so she was straddling him. She opened his shirt and kissed his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue, ‘I’ll make you feel young again. Come to our bedroom and I’ll show you your present…’
She led him to the king-size bed, swathed in white linen. ‘Undress and l
ay on your stomach,’ she ordered, and he grinned.
‘Whatever you say, ma’am…’ He did as she asked and lay down on the bed, propping his head hand to watch her. ‘And what might that be?’
Cosima had taken a small closed basket from the closet and set it down on the nightstand. She grinned at him. ‘This, my darling lover, is a box of treats for us to play with. I do hope you haven’t got an early meeting in the morning because I have a feeling you’re going to be…up…all night.’
He laughed at her wicked grin then, as she slipped out of her underwear, watched as she took a small bottle of monoi oil from the basket. ‘We’ll start with this.’ She tipped a little of the oil into her chest then followed it down her body with her fingers until she slicked it into her sex, never breaking eye contact with Arlo. He blew out his cheeks, his arousal clear.
‘Damn, woman.’
She grinned and ordered him to lie flat, climbing on top of him. ‘Sensual massage, sir?’
He grinned. ‘Yes, please, ma’am.’
She poured some oil onto his back then smoothed her hands over his skin, up and down his back, her fingers working the knots in his muscles. Arlo groaned. ‘That feels so good, Cos…’
‘Hush now.’
She felt his laugh rumbling through his back as she worked on him. Her little hands roamed over his broad back, and she leaned down to kiss his ear, whispering ‘I’m getting so wet for you, Arlo, can you feel how hot I am?’
She pressed her sex against his thigh, and he moaned. Cosima smiled, pressed her breasts against his back while her hand slipped between his buttocks and her fingers massaged his balls. ‘I’m going to ride you hard all night, big boy….you can turn over now.’
Arlo flipped over, grinning up at her, his cock huge and rigid against his belly. Cosima took it in her hands, stroking and caressing, drawing the tip up and down her sodden pussy. Arlo gripped her hips hard as she guided him inside her, sighing as he filled her completely.
‘Christ, Cos…you are so fucking beautiful…god…’ He moaned as she thrust hard, taking him in deep, her hand behind her, still massaging his balls, urging him on, loving to see him so blissed out. She loved the feeling of him inside her, filling her; it was when she felt most alive, most beautiful. She wasn’t a vain woman, but she loved that Arlo thought she was beautiful.
His hands were on her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her nipples, back and forth, back and forth until the nubs were almost painfully sensitized. Cosima moaned softly as his fingers swept down her belly, circling her navel then slipped between her legs to caress her clit.
Their love-making grew so intense that the rest of the world seemed to slip away. When Arlo came, they bucked and moved together as he pumped streams of hot semen into her, and Cosima threw her head back and let out such a lovely moan, that his cock, still inside her, grew hard again. He cradled her as he flipped her onto her back and drove himself into her. She cupped his face in her hands.
‘I love you so much,’ she whispered, and he pressed his lips to hers.
‘You are the love of my life,’ he said simply, and they continued on until dawn spread its fingers across the sky.
‘Good morning.’
Harpa opened her eyes and smiled at the gorgeous man who stood by the bed, a white towel around his hips. Mikah grinned down at her. ‘You should always be naked, you know that?’
Harpa laughed and rolled over onto her back, stretching luxuriously. ‘I think it might raise a few eyebrows at work, not to mention Health and Human Services.’
Mikah sat down next to her, running a hand down her side. ‘Are you kidding me? Your bookings would quadruple.’
She laughed then smiled shyly. ‘I had a great time last night.’
‘Me too, beautiful.’ He bent down to kiss her. ‘What are you doing today?’
‘I have to work this evening but for the rest of the day – ‘
‘Spend it with me. I’d like to take you to lunch then maybe we get to know each other better. Have you had a chance to really see the city since you got here?’
She pulled herself up into a sitting position. ‘Not really. I haven’t even been to the Space Needle.’
‘No way…’ Mikah pulled a face. ‘Dude, we need to go there first and then maybe a cruise around the Bay, maybe see some Orca.’ He stroked her face. ‘Harpa Bedi…where did you come from?’
She felt a pang; affection mixed with sadness. Soon she would have to tell him about her past, her constant protection, and the restrictions that she’d gotten used to. She wanted to be just a girl who met a boy for a little while longer.
‘You okay?’ Mikah shifted so he could pull her closer. She rested her head on his broad shoulder.
‘Absolutely, although I kind of feel I’m dreaming.’
She felt his laugh rumbling through his chest. God, he smelled of soap and fresh air. ‘Believe me,’ he said, ‘This is real.’
Later, as they left his flat, Harpa glanced quickly at the black sedan parked across the street and sighed inwardly. There was no getting away from who she was, the threat to her but, God, sometimes it made her feel caged and irritable. As Mikah opened his car door for her, she smiled up at him. It was strange, she felt so comfortable with him, her nerves of the previous evening gone. She thought back to what Cosima had told her about her decision to just go with it in the Maldives when she met Arlo…Harpa grinned to herself. At least she and Mikah had known each other’s real names.
‘Something funny?’ Mikah, easing the car into traffic, grinned at her.
‘I was just thinking about my sister. She met a guy this year when she was on vacation, had a fling then when she came home, he came looking for her. She told me the best decision she ever made was to just go for it.’
‘And so we did,’ Mikah nodded thoughtfully. ‘I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Harpa Bedi.’
Harpa glanced in her side mirror; saw the black sedan behind them. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ she half-smiled, ‘there’s more to me than meets the eye.’
‘What’s this?’
Naveen pointed at the file on her laptop. Too late, Sabine realized she’d left the folder containing the video of Cosima’s attack open. She hesitated and Naveen smiled. ‘Secrets?’
She shrugged, and with a sinking heart, she watched him click on it. He watched the brief clip.
‘How did you get this?’
Sabine frowned – she had been expecting questions like ‘Who’s being attacked?’ or ‘Why the hell have you got something like this on your laptop?’.
‘A friend sent it to me.’
‘The girl being attacked?’
‘No.’
Naveen studied her. ‘Are you going to send it to the police?’
Sabine sighed. ‘No.’
‘Why?’
‘Because the man who attacked her is the one who sent me the video.’
Naveen sat back in his chair. They were in her suite; the suite she’d downgraded to reluctantly. It was still luxurious, but somehow, Naveen’s presence shone a spotlight on its inadequacies. Everything about the man radiated wealth; his exquisitely tailored suits, his discreet but expensive watch, manicured nails, his dark skin soft and clear. He was looking at her now, a slight smile on his face.
‘You know who the woman in that clip was?’
She nodded. ‘She’s my ex-boyfriend’s new whore.’
Naveen smirked. ‘Her name is Cosima Malhotra, but I think you already knew that.’
Sabine was stunned. ‘You know her?’
‘Oh yes. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t send any more amateurs after her.’
Sabine straightened up. ‘What I do is none of your business.’
Naveen chuckled softly. ‘When it comes to Cosima Malhotra, it is very much my business.’
‘Why?’
His smile both scared and thrilled her. ‘Because I’m the man who’s going to kill her.’
Cosima sat down at her desk, fe
eling weird about being back in the architect’s office after all these months at the site. It was the last day of remodeling at the hotel, and Cosima felt a little sad at saying goodbye to the workers. Jennifer, another architect, greeted her with a smile.
‘Hey you, long time no see. I swung past the hotel this morning, it looks amazing. Almost made me wistful for the old days before I got stuck making factories.’
Cosima grinned. ‘Don’t give me that, you love it.’
‘I do,’ Jennifer admitted, flopping down in the chair opposite Cosima. ‘So, how’s the divine Mr. Forrester?’
Cosima suddenly got very interested on her computer screen. ‘Um…’
‘Cos…we all know, it’s okay,’ Jennifer was grinning at her, and Cosima couldn’t detect any malice in the older woman’s expression.
‘I just don’t want to be seen as unprofessional,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Arlo and I met before this job, and he…came to find me. The hotel is separate from that…kind of.’
‘Cos, really, it’s romantic. And it’s given our whole office something to gossip about,’ she laughed as Cosima looked appalled. ‘Relax, chick, I’m kidding. But good for you, he’s gorgeous. And rich. And sweet – god, I think I hate you.’
Cosima laughed, grateful for the other woman’s humor. ‘Thank you, he is very special to me.’ She pondered telling Jennifer that she was now living with him but decided against it – at least until she’d told Harpa and Jake. Jake! God, she’d forgotten about him, shoot.
After a while, Jennifer left her alone, and Cosima took out her phone to call Jack. She got his voicemail and left a message, then went back to work.
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