“Thank you.” She stood as I fastened it around her neck. Her hand ran along the length of the chain, then she fingered the two pendants. Something must have popped into her head because she took my hand in hers and admired my family ring. “You once told me it meant something more than just a family crest.”
“It does.”
“Can you share it with me?” She was trying to calm my temper that was idling at the surface. However, I didn’t mind explaining this to her.
“When your family is the head of a syndicate, you wear these rings to show your rank. There are only three of these in circulation. Mama’s, Papa’s, and mine. Papa gave me mine, and I haven’t taken it off since.”
“Really?” She admired the crow in the center of the shield above the crown. “Why not?”
“There once was a time when it meant something to take it off, but now it’s a personal thing. It’s like your necklace. It’s a reminder of who you are and the things you love. The only time I’ll remove it is to switch it to my right after we get married.” I watched her blink a few times at my words as I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Now, explain exactly what you heard. I need to know what was wrong with the contract.”
“All right.” She repeated everything she had told me earlier then seemed to remember something else, and her hand flew to mine. “I also remember one said something about Jay’s ships arriving or something, and that a container is a container.” She handed me back the glass, but I set it aside, wanting both hands free.
“Jay’s ships,” I repeated, testing the word. “It obviously has something to do with the dockyard. I know something has been going on there. I just wonder what, exactly.” My frustration began to build again.
“No clue, but one guy also said something strange like ‘scared eyes bring in the biggest paychecks’”.
“Is that so?” I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I was damn glad I didn’t sign that contract and thanked the stars that Sienna had stopped me.
Her hand flattened on my chest, and her eyes moved to mine. “You’re vibrating again.”
I grunted, trying to process everything. “Well, there’s no more I can do about anything until I hear back from my father.” I let my gaze drop down to her scrap of a dress and noticed something. “What happened to your heart necklace?”
“I didn’t like it.”
“Me either.” I fingered the tie around her neck, using her body to distract me.
“Elio,” she whispered as I ran my hand up her bare leg, disappearing beneath her dress. Hooking her thong, I brushed over her arousal. “We really…” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Need to talk more.”
“I know.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her swollen bud. Then I reached over and pulled her hair free and off to the side before I gently wrapped my hand under her chin, tilting her head to the side. I dragged my tongue along the length of her neck and started to kiss her soft skin. Her hips rocked into my hand.
Before I could think, she pushed me backward and slipped off the table and headed toward the living room.
“Hey.” I went after her and hooked her arm to whirl her around. “I know we have many things that need to be discussed, but my head is a bad place at the moment.”
“So, sit.” She jerked her chin toward the seat facing the window.
I caught her daring eyes and grinned, curious to see what she was going to do. So, I obeyed and undid my shirt and eased into the comfort of the chair. The sound of the rain that pelted the window matched my mood and helped me relax. The light from the opposite building cast shadows across the room and made for a dramatic effect.
Music turned on behind me, and I recognized the song.Love Is A Bitchby Two Feet.
Her warm hand touched my shoulder as she handed me a new glass of scotch, then she reached behind her neck and undid the tie, letting the front of her dress fall forward.
“Jesus,” I groaned at the lacy bra that barely covered her plump breasts. A matching thong with a thin gold chain connected the two. Slowly, she lowered to her knees, and my erection jumped with excitement. She crawled over between my legs, unzipping my pants and freeing me. She used one hand to pump twice. She leaned forward and licked the length. I gasped and ran my hand through her hair to pull it out of her way. With her gaze locked on mine, she kissed the tip, and when she pulled back, I saw evidence of my arousal on her lower lip and let out a growl.
She parted her lips and hovered over me for a moment as I shook under her hold. I huffed out a laugh because I was seconds away from taking back the control I needed.
Just as I went to shift, she pushed me into her mouth, taking me straight down to the base. I curled around her, trying to control myself. As she moved back up, she sucked and hummed, and my head dropped backward. I suddenly felt too hot, and I shimmied out of my dress shirt as she continued to suck, hum, and lick. Thunder mixed with the music, the rain beat the windows, and the smell of anticipated climax hung heavy in the room.
She cupped my balls and rolled them over her fingers, and I nearly lost it. Though I kept my calm on the outside, I was thinking of the hundred and twenty ways I was going to make love to her.
“I’m going to come,” I warned her, and she sucked harder, so I threaded my hand back into her hair and directed exactly how I wanted her to take me. She moaned and reached down and started to rub herself. My stomach tightened, and I came hard. I waited for her to pull back, but instead she came at me with more intensity, and all I could do was hold on. Once I was finished and she pulled back, I smiled at her swollen lips and smeared mascara. She looked so damn sexy.
She moved to her feet and released her bra and stepped out of her underwear but kept her heels on as she made her way to the refrigerator to grab some water. I felt an erection build once again as I watched her nipples harden in the rush of cold air that reached for her.
When she returned, I hooked her waist, and with her back to me I guided her onto my new erection. She cried out as she adjusted to the sudden invasion, and I cupped her breast and rolled her erect nipple between my fingertips and the other hand found her greedy little bud.
I loved what she’d just done for me, and I loved that she was letting me do this. I would have stopped any other woman from taking control, but I trusted Sienna. I always had. Now I just needed to take it back.