Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(32)

She couldn’t help but compare it to Devon’s cock, which was longer and thinner. Guilt once more rolled through her.

Franco climbed on the bed and beckoned her to join him. Juliette pushed him down onto his back then straddled his hips. His cock lay on his belly, so she reached down, gently stroking the head as she tipped it up into position. She rubbed it against her *, back and forth through the wet valley of her body, moaning each time it brushed her clit.

Franco took one nipple in each hand, plucking and pulling on the tight pink nubs.

Juliette pressed his cock back until the head was nestled against her entrance. Franco cupped her rib cage, thumbs pressed against the underside of her breasts.

“Juliette.” Her name was a demand and a prayer on his lips.

“Franco.” Sliding her hand out of the way, Juliette lowered her hips.

His cock pressed into her. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and his cock was thicker than anything she’d ever taken before. She paused, her * pulsing around the invader.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just getting used to it.”

His brows drew together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” To prove it, Juliette sank down another inch. The head of his cock rubbed against her G spot, and Juliette had to briefly close her eyes as pleasure swept through her.

“Juliette, Juliette.” Now Franco’s eyes were closed, too, and she could see the tension in his shoulders and arms.

She sank down all the way, his cock seated fully within her. Taking a few slow breaths, she allowed herself to revel in the moment, to let it imprint on her. There was something magical, almost spiritual about this first moment of being joined with someone.

Rising until only the head of his cock was inside her, Juliette then slammed her hips down. The speed made it a totally different sensation. Her body spasmed around his cock, her * squeezing and releasing. Franco hissed out a breath, his fingers pressing into her skin.

With more intent than finesse, he dropped one hand down and wedged his thumb between their groins. As Juliette rocked her hips forward, Franco’s thumb zeroed in on her clit.

The orgasm ripped through her, pleasure bright and sharp like a flash of white light. Her head fell back, her nails dug into Franco’s chest and she screamed in pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” Franco demanded, but she was too lost in the orgasm to pay attention.

He sat up, hugged her to him, and rolled until she was on her back under him. Franco captured her lips in a hot, openmouthed kiss as he kneed her legs farther apart and settled his cock back at the entrance to her sex.

When he thrust in, Juliette jerked her lips from his, letting out another cry of pleasure. She sank her nails into his back, clinging to Franco. Once more the memory of Devon rose in her mind. This time it wasn’t guilt that flooded her, but more desire. Thinking of the man who had until so recently been her fiancé was heightening her pleasure.

“There’s someone missing,” she whispered. She was only vaguely aware of what she was saying

Franco paused. “Someone?”

“Yes.”

“I think—” He started thrusting in earnest, words puffs of air against her shoulder. “I think you’re right.”

Franco changed the angle of his thrust and Juliette yelped in pleasure, nails scoring Franco’s back.

They were so lost in the moment that neither heard the footsteps.

The silence from Juliette was deafening. Devon strode up the few steps to the door of her shared house. He hadn’t heard from her since she’d texted him about meeting with Franco days ago.

He’d reached out to Harrison, but the former Grand Master hadn’t heard from Juliette either. He’d been keeping an eye on her, and knew she was going back and forth from home and the Boston Public Library—the Trinity Masters’ headquarters.

Whatever she was doing when she was there, she was doing it alone. The only person she might have contacted was Sebastian, but Devon hadn’t been able to get ahold of him either.

Devon used a copy of the key he’d had made years ago, which he’d sworn to use only for emergencies.

“Juliette?”

There was no answer. He checked the kitchen first. There were half-empty to-go boxes spread out on the island. At least she was eating.

The spot between his shoulder blades was itching—something was wrong.

Devon checked the living room, shocked by what he saw. There were files everywhere. After a moment of assessing, he realized there weren’t actually that many—thirty in total, if he had to guess—but they were spread out all over the floor.

Stooping, he peered at the nearest one. His heart sank. These were the member files—exactly what he’d been afraid of.

As he straightened, Devon thought he heard something. He paused, but there was no other sound.

Careful not to touch anything, Devon moved through the room, checking the names on each file. He didn’t find either his name or Sebastian’s.

That didn’t mean she hadn’t seen them, didn’t mean that she didn’t know.

A noise again—this time he was sure he’d heard something. Something that sounded a lot like a scream.

Devon’s heart stopped. Juliette.

Racing from the living room, he bounded up the stairs. The sound had come from too far away to have originated on the ground floor. One of the bedroom doors was open.