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  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jude

  Her hands feel so tiny as she wraps them around me from behind. Her naked chest is pressed against my back as the warm water from the showerhead cascades down our bodies. I rest my left forearm on the tiles in front of me as she begins to caress my growing erection.

  She pulls on my nipple. The sensation causes my dick to jerk in her hand. My mind is whirling as she pleasures me with a single hand stoking wildly at my throbbing cock. Her tongue runs up my spine, causing my balls to draw up tightly. She has me in the palm of her hand in many ways, but she doesn’t realize it. She doesn’t know the extent of the power she has over me.

  I reach behind me with my right hand, just needing to touch her, feel a tangible part of her. She moans in my ear as I caress her between her legs. She parts her legs farther, giving me better access to her moist pussy. I slip my finger into her, and her pussy contracts, hungry for more.

  Her hand motions become erratic as she tries to continue to bring me over the edge with her handjob. I twirl my finger around her clit, and she bites my back and groans. She cups my balls with one hand and firmly stokes me.

  I pull her hand away before she takes too much control of my senses. She looks at me with an innocent yet aroused gaze. “Get down on your knees.”

  She smiles wickedly before obeying. She quickly drops, looking up at me with heavy anticipation.

  “Now finish what you started.” She buries her face between my legs, licking wildly at my aching balls. She then licks the sensitive underside of my cock before slipping the tip into her mouth and taking me deep into her throat.

  I pull her hair away from her face, clutch it in my hand, and watch as she devours me. “Relax your jaw and take me deeper.” I’m flooded with bone-chilling pleasure as she applies suction to the tip than sucks almost all of me into her mouth.

  “That good…that's my good girl.” She cups my balls, and I grit my teeth as I erupt, squirting cum down her throat as she greedily drinks from me.

  I pull her up and kiss her, tasting myself as I suck on her tongue. “You're going to make me late.”

  “Oh…me too.” She looks like she just realized she has to work today. She pulls away from me then runs out of the shower as I laugh at her. When I finally get out of the shower, I notice Kylie is already gone. She left a note in the middle of the bed that actually makes me happier than her performance in the bathroom.

  My Master keeps me safe

  He makes me feel protected

  I am honored to serve you, Master

  Have I satisfied my Master’s needs this morning?

  I grab my phone from the nightstand and send her a quick text.

  You’ve pleased me beyond words

  She replies, I can still feel your pleasure throbbing in my hand

  Tonight you’ll feel it throbbing in that tight pussy

  Can’t wait

  Unbelievably, that small exchange has my dick rising again. Kylie has me reacting like a randy teenager. I throw on my clothes and hope I make my breakfast with Jax on time.

  ********

  “Well, somebody’s having a fantastic morning,” Jax says as I slide into the booth. “Kylie must have given you some incredible head to put that smile on your face this early in the morning.”

  “You jealous? Maybe if you have Candice do the same for you, then I wouldn’t have to look at your sour expression.”

  He sighs then shakes his head. “Things with Candice are a little off. I feel like I’ve been forcing it for a while now.”

  I arch a brow at him. “This doesn’t have anything to do with a certain blonde woman who lives with Kylie, would it?”

  He smiles at the mention of Stacia. “I’ll admit I haven’t reacted to anyone like I did Stacia, but Candice and I were falling apart before I laid eyes on her.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to be honest with her and let her move on to someone who can be what she needs.”

  “Good luck with that. I think she has real feelings for you, so it won’t be easy.”

  Our breakfast arrives, and we tear into it like we haven’t eaten in days.

  “So this thing with Kylie’s serious?”

  I nod as I swallow. “More serious than I thought I was capable of, but she’s got a secret that’s like this huge barrier between us.”

  “Secret?”

  “Uh-huh…She told me she loved me, but then she got all cryptic and told me to remember that no matter what happens.”

  “You think she may be married?”

  “No. She spends way too many nights at my place.”

  “You need to be careful. Nothing will bring a man to his knees quicker than heartbreak. That’s why I keep my dick and my heart in different compartments. I don’t let women have that kind of control over me.”

  “It will come for you, and when it does you’ll never see it coming. Blindsided by love is what they call it.”

  “If it makes me as pathetic as you, I’ll make sure to be extra cautious.”

  “Fuck you.”

  He smiles at me. “That’s what she’s going to do to you. She’s going to leave you totally fucked.”

  “Thanks. You’re just the dose of reality I needed to fuck up my good mood.”

  “Anytime, my friend.” He smiles at my angry grimace and goes back to eating his breakfast. I wish I could brush off everything he said, but the truth is Kylie does have the power to destroy me. I just hope whatever she’s keeping from me isn’t half as bad as she’s making it seem.

  “Have you closed on that deal?” I ask, needing to focus on things not related to Kylie.

  “Almost,” he answers. “How would you feel about a trip to New York? I could use your skills in this negotiation.”

  “When are you leaving?”

  “We’d leave tomorrow and be back in three days.”

  I pull out my phone and go through my appointments. There’s nothing there that can’t be rescheduled. “Let me check with Kylie, then—”

  Jax laughter cuts me off, and I realize I just implied I needed to check in with Kylie to leave town. “Forget I said that. I’ll be at the airport tomorrow.”

  Kylie

  I sit on the steps at Jude’s house pouting as he pulls his bag to the door. He reaches for my hand and pulls me into his arms. “It’s only two nights. I’ll be back here Saturday morning,” he says, his lips pressed against my neck.

  We haven’t been apart in weeks, and I don’t want to spend the night without him. He releases me from his hold, opens my hand, and places a key in my palm. “You can stay here while I’m gone.”

  The small piece of metal is cold, but that’s not what causes the chill up my spine. The mixture of emotions is caused by Jude trusting me enough to give me the key to his place, especially when he’s not going to be around. It’s heartwarming yet heartbreaking because I know I don’t deserve his trust or even his love. He leans over and captures my mouth in a kiss. His tongue glides hungrily into my mouth, stroking the flames of my already overactive sex drive. I clutch his shirt, pressing into the hard planes of his body. Much too soon he pulls back, removes my hands from his shirt, and winks at me before he walks out the door.

  I love this place, but without Jude here it feels a bit deserted. I look at the key in my hand, realizing Jude just gave me full access to get everything Mason needs. I wish I could turn my back on this opportunity, but it’s not possible. Over the last few days I’ve realized getting Mason that file is the only chance I have of continuing my relationship with Jude. Whatever’s in that file is important to him, and hopefully he’ll back off once he has it.

  I start in Jude’s home office because it’s the one room I have barely been in, and most people keep their safes there. His office is a small replica of the one at the hotel. I spend thirty minutes in the room, constantly looking over my shoulder even though I know Jude is long gone. After coming up empty, I search his bedroom. The sheets are
still rumpled from our quick goodbye session.

  I’m amazed by how entwined I’ve become into Jude’s life. For one thing, his drawer full of condoms is empty now. Would that be a sign of commitment? Because my heart flutters when I notice the missing gold packages. The pictures I took of us on the boat are hanging on the wall in his office, but most of all, my belongings are everywhere. My makeup and toiletries have invaded his bathroom, my pictures for the magazine are scattered on his dining room table, and my clothes are hung up in his closet. As I’m running my fingers over Jude’s suits, pressing them to my nose, the floorboard underneath my foot shifts slightly.

  My heart clenches because I know what I’ve found before I even look down. Right there under the throw rug in Jude’s walk-in closet is the gateway to his safe. It’s not the complicated safe I was worried it would be.

  “Shit!” I’m angry I can easily get into this safe. I’m angry Jude trusted me enough to leave me here alone with full access to his things. Mostly I’m angry I ever let Mason get me into this situation.

  I take a little longer than usual to open the safe because my vision is blurred by my tears. Once it’s open I zero in on the only file in the safe. I flip to the pages only registering some bank accounts that don’t appear to be in this country, detailed computer entries that seem to be a cover, and other papers I don’t begin to understand. I stuff everything back into the folder and replace the floorboard and rug like I’d never touched it. Sooner or later Jude will discover this file is missing. I shake off the crazy thoughts I’m having of staging a break in to account for the missing file, and decide to deal with one problem at a time.

  My heart aches as I walk out the door with the file under my arm. I feel weighted with the extent of my betrayal. I’ve deceived the one man who means everything to me, but I’m so desperate to keep him at this point, I can’t look back.

  I throw the file onto the passenger seat, start the car, and get on the road I hope will lead me to freedom from Mason.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Kylie

  The road is empty and I’m trying to concentrate on driving, but my mind keeps wandering. Two days ago, after I took the file, I couldn’t reach Mason. I felt like the manila folder was burning a hole in my purse. In the middle of the night I almost drove back up here to return the folder but stopped myself right as I made it to my front door. This morning Mason sent me a text; he’d be back in town tomorrow morning at nine. An hour later Jude called and said he’d be coming home tonight instead of tomorrow morning.

  I’m excited that he couldn’t wait to see me, but a part of me is petrified that he might have discovered what I did by the time I get to his place. My hands are shaking as I pull up to the dark house. I park behind Jude’s car and cut off the engine. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the rearview mirror. My breathing is accelerated, and my face is flushed. He’ll probably see the deception on my face before I can utter a word.

  I force myself out of the car and use the key Jude gave me to get in. The second I shut the door, a hand covers my mouth, pulling my head back against a muscled chest.

  “Don’t say a fucking word.” Instant fear tunnels through my soul. He knows, and he’s going to make me pay.

  He wraps his other hand around my waist, then burrows his fingers into my jeans. My fear is slowly edged away, turning into extreme arousal as Jude growls into my ear. He hasn’t figured me out; he just wants to play.

  Oh…oh that’s good. He slides his finger into my panties and down my cunt, circling my clit with my own moisture. “Do you know what happens when I spend the night dreaming of this pussy?” He removes his hand from my mouth, waiting for a response.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What happens?”

  “I get fucked.”

  “How am I going to fuck you, Kylie?”

  “Hard,” I croak as his hand moves to my hair and tugs hard.

  “Down on your knees.”

  I rush to obey, kneeling before him. The house is still dark, but I salivate as I look up at his powerful body. He’s wearing fitted boxer briefs and nothing else. He pulls at the front of his briefs, and his cock jerks out, hard and long, throbbing for attention.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I look up at him and shake my head.

  He runs his fingers down my cheek, caressing my bottom lip. “Be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips around this cock.”

  “But…I don’t know how to, Sir.” My innocent act makes his dick twitch.

  “Open your fucking mouth.” He pulls my hair back until it stings. I open my mouth slightly. He pushes the head of his cock against my lips.

  “Wider. That’s it. Now lick it.”

  I run my tongue across the head of his dick, licking the small dot of moisture at the tip. He groans, then abruptly thrusts his shaft into my mouth. His flesh is like hot steel against my tongue. His thrusts are shallow, yet I still have to relax my jaw to fit half of him into my throat. Every time he pulls out, I flick my tongue against his slit and he trembles, his muscular thighs tensing. The last time he thrusts, I suck him in deeper, moaning against his cock.

  “Fuck!” he shouts, freezing with his cock deep in my throat, his grip on my hair punishing. He pulls out unexpectedly, leaving me gasping for air. He pulls me up, kissing me brutally as he backs me out of the room.

  My arms are pulled behind my back and my hands are secured tightly with a rope. Jude bends me over the dining room table, my face and breasts pressed against the cool glass. My pants are yanked down to my knees, and he tears my panties from my body. He leans over me, his hand snaking around my stomach and down to my pussy. He gives a satisfied grunt as his fingers discover how wet I am.

  “Does sucking my dick turn you on?” he asks. I moan as a response. He smacks my ass, and my body jerks from the surprising sting.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir. I like sucking your cock, Sir.” My voice is like something out of a submissive porno. When the hell did I become so compliant?

  He moves down my body, spreads my thighs, then buries his face between my legs. Holy Shit! Now I remember why I’d agree to whatever he wants. His tongue parts my lips, and he begins to slowly lap at my pussy, flicking his tongue across my wet flesh. He slides two fingers into my core. He begins to finger fuck me as his tongue rolls over my clit. Then he latches on to it, sucking and licking it simultaneously. Suddenly it’s like a tidal wave is rushing through my body. I come unexpectedly.

  I know I’m in trouble for coming without his permission, but I can’t hold back the scream that erupts along with my climax. The evidence of my defiance gushes from my pussy, raining over his face and down my legs.

  The first slap on my ass startles me, mostly because I had braced myself for his hand and not the sharp sting of leather. Where the hell did he get the crop? As it slaps against my skin a second time, small thrills race up my spine. I’m still dazed from my orgasm, so the lashes of his crop cause my pussy to throb. God, I want him to fuck me so bad I can hear myself pleading with him, but it’s like an out-of-body experience.

  He pulls my face off the table by tugging my hair. His erection is pressed against my sore butt cheeks as he growls into my ear. “Who owns your orgasms?”

  “You do, Sir.” I gasp as he rubs the tip of his dick across my wet slit.

  “Whose cock are you moaning for?”

  “Yours, Sir. Please…please fuck me. Please—”

  All comprehension is lost as he thrusts his thick shaft deep into me. The impact is so swift I’m at a loss for words. Water pools behind my eyelids as waves of incredible euphoria sweep through my body. He clamps my mouth shut with one hand while the other grips my hip. My back is arched, breasts pressed against the glass table as he pounds into me from behind.

  His heavy body is hunched over mine, and everything in my world is now focused on the movements of his strong hips. He fucks me like a raging bull, pumping into me while growling into my ear. My body rev
els in the way he claims me. His dominance stimulates my libido.

  I can feel another climax building. I’m panting wildly, bracing for another release. Jude takes my right leg and lifts it onto the table, spreading me for deeper penetration. My body is quaking.

  “You have five seconds to come before I leave you empty and aching.”

  “No…please…please…I want to come.” He reaches over and rapidly strokes my clit. Flashes of pleasure race up my spine, and I come just as he pulls his cock out of me. I push back against him, rubbing my pulsating clit against the head of his cock. His warm cum coats the swollen nub. His body jerks uncontrollably as my body trembles.

  Jude dominates my mind and body in ways that should be illegal. He picks me up and carries me into his room. There is no way I would’ve made it here after he screwed the sense out of me. His sweat-drenched body collapses behind me.

  I’m a sticky mess, covered in Jude’s sweat and cum, but after two nights without him, I just want to sleep with his essence all over me. He rests his hand on my hip, and I push farther into the cocoon he’s made for me against his body.

  “I love you,” he whispers as he kisses the top of my head. After two restless nights, I fall asleep instantly in the comforting arms of the man who loves me.

  Jude

  A chill sweeps over me, but it’s more from Kylie’s warmth missing from the bed than from the sheet being thrown off my body. My pillow smells like her shampoo. She always manages to end up on my pillow with her head curled under my chin. Her nightmares have decreased in intensity, and I’m hoping she’s getting closer to opening up about them.

  The smell of coffee draws me to the kitchen. The coffee is brewed, but Kylie is missing. In a note next to the coffee she says she had an early meeting and she’d be back in a few hours. Saturdays have become our day to laze around the house. I’m a little surprised she had any plans, knowing I was coming back home today.