Deception (Infidelity #3)(7)
Lennox is dangerous.
I’m begging you. Your mother is begging you.
“He’s saying I’m dangerous but he’s the one who raped and beat Melissa Summers?” My mind spun. “If Melissa dated him…” My stomach turned with the revelation. “…couldn’t she have told him about Infidelity?”
“She would’ve had opportunity. But by the letter of the agreement, she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone.”
“Obviously, she didn’t follow the agreement to the letter because if she had, she wouldn’t have dated someone other than her client.” I lifted my brow. “Do you still doubt that this was written by Spencer?”
Deloris pursed her lips. “I don’t think he, the Montagues, nor the Fitzgeralds have the ability to circumvent my security. Did he write it? I can’t answer that. Did he put it in here? I can answer that unequivocally no. I need to take these and dust them first. I should also dust the apartment… if we haven’t already done too much damage.”
“You want me to leave?”
“I turned off the stove. Your dinner is a tad overcooked.”
I turned in a small circle, taking in the apartment. I’d lived here for years and it’d been fine. I was comfortable and content. Now, without Charli, it seemed empty and too quiet. She’d been gone for less than an hour and I missed… well, everything about her. I walked back to the bedroom to gather a few clothes.
Her damn vibrator was still on the bed. It was bad enough that someone had been in our apartment. I couldn’t leave it there for Deloris or her team to dust. I lifted the purple silicone-covered shaft. It was curved and smooth. My thoughts went to the delicious ways I could use it on Charli. I imagined her moans and screams as I pushed the buttons. There was a music option that would allow the device to respond to my voice. She should be in my bed—in our bed—and with words and this stupid toy I should be taking her to new heights.
The room came into focus, but I wasn’t seeing what was really there.
I was seeing what wasn’t.
Her delicate hands were bound with an intricate winding of satin and secured above her head. Her beautiful hair was piled high, and stray auburn wisps surrounding her face contrasted with her flushed complexion. My chest heaved as her sexy body was displayed—each curve, each angle—for my optimum viewing pleasure. In my imagination she was nude, except for the black shoes she’d worn to Mobar, the same shoes that had adorned the dashboard of the Boxster. Her ankles were untethered, bound only by my instructions. Her legs were spread, slightly bent, with her knees out and the heels of her sexy shoes threatening to perforate the soft Egyptian threaded sheets. As the humming vibrations rippled through the air, her body trembled in anticipation, and she stifled a whimper. I loved the way she squirmed as she fought between maintaining the position I demanded and her body’s natural reactions.
My lips quirked as I added a satin blindfold to my fantasy. It was something we’d never done, but then again, we’d never played with her vibrator either. Without sight, her senses would be heightened. The quiet hum would be louder, a roar in the otherwise silence of our room. My words would be amplified, sending shockwaves from her ears to her pussy that clenched and dripped with unmet need.
I’d tease her mercilessly, giving her small tastes of what was to come.
Then I remembered my earlier directives. I’d told her that I’d bring her dinner. The lack of sight would affect that too. Nibbles of the food that Lana had prepared would be just enough to provide the energy she’d need for our night of fun, but never enough to satisfy.
Keeping her wanting and deprived would be my goal, until it wasn’t.
It wouldn’t be only her swollen clit or glistening silky folds that would tell me of her wonton desires, her fragrance would fill the air until she couldn’t take it anymore and submitted to words, asking, begging, and finally demanding relief. The purple shaft would bring her some, but only as much as I allowed. It wouldn’t be enough.
“Your cock. Stop being a dick. I want your cock, now!”
A full-on smile graced my lips at the imaginary dialogue. It was as if I almost heard her voice, the way it cracked with urgency and determination.
“Lennox, I have my team on their way.”
Deloris’s voice from the living room pulled me from my fantasy as reality fell hard upon my shoulders. I hit the switch again, stopping the hum as the erection my thoughts had created quickly faded. By the time I had a few clothes packed and the vibrator stowed within its case in a drawer, my physical response was completely gone.
Just like my dreams.
Just like Charli.
“YOU KNOW YOU can’t leave him,” Patrick said as he squeezed my knee. “I can tell you’re upset. I don’t know what he did, but you simply can’t. It’s not allowed.”
I twisted the stem of the wine glass, the red liquid swirling within the globe. Thankfully, Cy wasn’t home and it was just Patrick and I. “Thanks for letting me borrow your gym shorts and t-shirt.”
He laughed. “Besides the fact that you kind of look like they’re swallowing you whole, you look cute. I don’t often get to see a beautiful woman wearing my clothes.”
I looked up through my damp lashes as his words tugged my lips into a small smile. “Beautiful? Yeah, I feel gorgeous right now.”