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  It sounded like pretty little lies to me, and to Amos. And I think even Paloma was aware of how silly a thought it was deep down. But every time, she made the time for him. It was always a little sad, but at the same time, she was always a little happier after he’d seen her.

  “Him again, huh?”

  “You know how she is,” Amos sighed.

  “Well, if you’re keeping me company, Amos, you’re drinking.”

  He laughed. “You strike a hard deal, Andrej, but I accept.” He grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be whiskey and two crystal tumblers off the bar and came to sit across the small table from me.

  “Oh, my poor Andrej, look at that face!” He sighed as he poured our drinks. “You look so…downtrodden. I thought you’d be with your American girl, there can’t be trouble in paradise already?” He looked amused, but then, there was still that friendly sympathy there. Amos was so much like Paloma it was hilarious to me sometimes.

  “My American girl is on some new kick where she throws her guts up and then throws me out. She’s got some kind of virus or something.”

  “Oh, does she indeed?” A light came into his eyes that I didn’t like, but he quickly looked away. He glanced at our glasses, which we’d both somehow just knocked back. “Another one?”

  “Absolutely,” I grumbled. “But only one, I have to get back home tonight. I have a meeting in the morning with some sultan or other.” I took the whiskey he offered and nodded in thanks.

  “So, trouble in paradise then?”

  “No, just a hiccup. I expect things will be back to normal as soon as she’s over this bug.” Amos nodded a polite murmur of agreement and I carried on. “It might be time to send her home. I think she’s homesick more than anything.”

  “That’s possible. Has she said anything about it?” He sipped his own drink, his dark eyes on mine over the rim of her glass.

  “No, but she seems to be withdrawing from me. I haven’t done anything or said anything that would cause it.”

  “Nothing at all?”

  “No, I mean, we rarely talk about ourselves. It’s usually about Livia or sex, so it’s not like we talk a lot anyway, but sometimes we talk about our pasts. Well, she mainly does. I’m more concerned with how to get her out of her clothes.” I felt a silly smile stretch across my face and my eyes glazed over as I remembered how it felt to come in her mouth. Like a religious experience.

  “Maybe that’s the problem? You’re treating her like she’s one of Paloma’s girls.” Amos glared at me. “I thought you said she was different.”

  “She is, and what do you mean, that I’m treating her like one of her girls?”

  “Well, think about it. Would you treat them any differently than you’ve treated her?”

  “Of course, I…”

  I frowned, biting my tongue. Amos smiled.

  “I know you fairly well, Andrej. And I know you’ve never, uh, availed yourself of any of the girls here, but I know you well enough to know that you’d be a gentleman about it. You’d treat them well, probably say all sorts of nice pretty things to them, and then leave quietly without anyone seeing you, the money on the table.” He shrugged, tilting his glass at me. “Am I wrong?”

  “No,” I grumbled.

  “And is that much different than how things are when you go to see your American girl?”

  I started to open my mouth to say something in anger, but the wind quickly went out of my sails. I felt heat rise in my cheeks and didn’t know if it was embarrassment that he was right or anger at myself.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, glaring into my whiskey. “How do you know me so well?”

  “Years of practice, Andrej,” he chuckled. “Well, that and Paloma teaching me how to read you.”

  I snorted. “No offense, Amos, but I don’t plan on switching teams.”

  “Oh, please, I don’t go for you alpha type anyways, honey.” He grinned back. “No, she’s had me learn to read you in case anything ever happens to her. C’mon, you know she sees you like a nephew or something.”

  I smiled, shaking my head.

  “Now, go home and fix this. You’re little American girl needs you to act like a man now. Not a hurt little boy.”

  I finished my drink with a sigh and rose to shake his hand. “You’re a cocky one, you know that, Amos?”

  “I do my best.”

  I grinned. “Thanks. For the drink and for the zero bullshit.”

  “Anytime, Andrej. I’ll tell Paloma you stopped by.”

  Chapter 15

  Cara

  This pregnancy thing was about to kill me. The only food I could keep down now was my breakfast, and that was barely. It was a struggle some days, and I almost out of patience for anybody. Livia was the only one who didn’t grate on me.

  Andrej, with his incessant demands that I go to the doctor, was on my last nerve. I knew it was time to go, I was too ready to blurt it all out to him, just to stop my frayed nerves and just get it out there. In fact, I’d already ordered a plane ticket for the next day, packed my bag, and managed to keep the nausea down. I wanted one more night with him, one more night of passion that didn’t involve me in the toilet as I screamed at him to fuck off. I still felt embarrassed about the way I’d screamed at him the last time he’d been to my room.

  I sent him a message through the internal email server the palace used and asked him to come to me that night. I’d taken a nice hot shower, got myself all smooth and silky, and was on my way into the bedroom when he came in. I was in a short, pink bathrobe and he grinned when he saw it.

  “I knew that would be beautiful on you.” He settled me on the bed, went to the bathroom, then came back with a glass full of hot water that he then plunked a bottle of massage oil into. He took a towel, spread it over the bed, and then looked at me with a gleam in his eye. “Your massage awaits, my dear.”

  “Oh my.” I grinned and did as instructed.

  “I know you work hard to take care of Livia, Cara, and you’ve been very ill, so let me ease some of that stress away for you.” His firm hands drew my robe away, a robe he’d bought for me, and worked at the knotted muscles all along my back and shoulders.

  He made a little noise each time I made a sound as he stroked away the little knots of pain he’d found. He meant to soothe me without a word, and it worked. I could feel my body and mind both relax as he stroked oil into my skin with firm, knowledgeable hands. My moans told him where to pause, and a groan escaped my lips as his expert fingers worked away the pains I hadn’t even realized I’d had.

  Andrej’s hands slid smoothly over my skin, and I knew the oil would make my skin shine in my dimly lit room.

  “Mmm, you’re so good at that, Andrej,” I muttered into my folded arms, and gave another sigh of pleasure. I didn’t even feel slightly nauseous now, only relaxed and happy.

  “I have to take care of you, don’t I? You work so hard to keep my daughter and I happy, it’s what you deserve,” he responded as his warms strong hands stroked further down my back. He worked at the knots of tension in my lower back before he moved further down my body.

  He made sure the towel was still under my legs before he poured more of the scented oil into his hands. Anticipation made my breath stop in my chest, was he about to rub the oil down there, around my ass? He confirmed my suspicion when he rubbed down my pert ass and between my thighs, as if he hadn’t just sent every nerve in my body into hyper-mode.

  “Oh, please don’t stop, Andrej.” I moaned as his hands moved to glide down the back of my thighs. He worked the oil in there too, and found more knots of pain that he soon massaged away.

  He’d teased me for a moment, and now my body was on alert for more, so much more. I wiggled my hips, eager for him to return to that part of my anatomy.

  “Don’t be impatient, Cara, I’m not done yet.” He sighed the words along my ass before he sat back up to glide down my calves.

  “It just feels so good, Andrej. God, I didn’t know how much of me hurt unti
l you started this,” I whispered while my mind wandered. Andrej’s hands kneaded at my feet, and for some odd reason, when he pressed between the bones just behind my toes, desire bolted through me. I gave another moan of appreciation, but behaved myself.

  “You look so good, all relaxed and ready for me, Cara,” Andrej whispered as he worked back up my body.

  “Does that mean your hands are going to move back up soon?” I wanted him to say yes. I so wanted him to say yes.

  “I’ll think about it. I’m not sure you’re quite ready for me yet.” Andrej continued his path up my legs as he spoke, going back up to my bottom. What a liar!

  “Then why are your hands on my ass, Andrej? Can’t resist a little touch of what you want the most?” I asked, and hoped his fingers would soon slide between the globes of my ass to tease me even more. I loved the tease just as much as I loved the satisfaction he could give me.

  “Because you know I can’t resist, Cara. It’s so firm and round, so fucking sweet.” Andrej’s fingers stopped their slide upwards and soon began to knead into my ass. The heel of one hand pressed on the tight entry the rounded flesh hid.

  “Oh, Andrej, that’s so nice, baby.” I thrust my ass back at his hand, too wound up to be patient much longer.

  “Now that’s just a temptation too far, Cara.” Andrej let his fingers slide between my cheeks and just on the outside of the secret place only he had ever touched.

  “You know you can have whatever part of me you want, Andrej, whatever you like,” I promised him without a thought. I just wanted his finger to pop into my tight entrance and make me explode.

  Andrej had worked so hard to ensure my body was loose and relaxed and now he used more of the message oil on his own cock to get it slick. I looked at him long enough to see the long length was thick and hard, ready for wherever he chose to put it. I was hungry for him, hotter than I’d been in a long time, and I just wanted to feel him inside of me, wherever that might end up being.

  Andrej hadn’t touched any part of me, other than the back of me, but now I felt his hand dive between my thighs to tease at my clit as he settled over me. His legs came down over mine as he worked my pussy until my hips began to dance on the bed. I needed so much. Fuck, I wanted so much of him. All of him.

  Andrej always approached sex with the erotic in mind. It wasn’t just about the need to get off and get away; it was about a total mind-fuck before you reached the ultimate goal. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different.

  “You ready, Cara?” Andrej asked as he positioned himself behind me. One hand under me tilted my hips up to him now that he had settled between my legs and he was ready for me. I almost moaned again as his finger slid up my slit and teased at me.

  “Don’t make me wait any longer, Andrej! Just fuck me already, please!” I begged. I wound my hips in a figure-eight motion to entice him inside of me, and hoped he wouldn’t make me wait any longer.

  “Just relax, beautiful. Relax and let me in. I promise, I’m not going to hurt you,” Andrej said before he grasped onto my hips and pulled me back to the tip of his cock.

  Andrej eased into my ass gently, allowed me to get used to this new invasion. His gentle teases in the past hadn’t prepared me for this though. This felt odd, but good. When he fucked my pussy I knew he opened me, and felt it, but this was different. It was more. The relaxed zone of tranquility he’d worked me into morphed slowly into pleasure. He stole my breath away when his fingers came around to tease my clit into a hard nub.

  He wasn’t all the way inside of me yet, but already it was hard not to move. I wanted all of him, every inch of his cock inside of me. I was so close to orgasm, just a little more and I’d have what I craved so much.

  “It’s alright, Cara, calm down, baby, make it last, sweetheart.” Andrej soothed me when I tensed my ass in an effort to take more of him.

  Just a little more, I thought, as his finger pressed tight circles just a little harder on my clit, and I bit my lip. I wanted to force myself back onto him, I wanted to fall into a frenzy, but he held me back, one hand on my hip, the other held me in a thrall as he fingered my clit.

  He must have known, because he’d sank in only so far before he stopped. He must have known my body needed to adjust because while he fingered my clit into a jangle of eager nerves, my ass relaxed even more and Andrej slid home deep into me completely. I gasped, and my hands clenched into the covers on my bed as he filled me.

  His free hand stayed on my hips to hold me still as he fucked into me and I released the covers with one hand, my fingers moving to clamp down on my nipple. I needed to come so bad, I couldn’t stop it and I heard a groan of approval from behind me. That didn’t help, it only made me need stronger. Andrej pulled out gently, then, with a sudden move, fucked into me hard enough to shake my body on the bed.

  “Oh fuck yes, Andrej, hard, baby, harder!” I demanded, a sudden pro with dirty words and directions. I wasn’t worried about pain or who heard me, I just wanted to come and the friction of movement kept pulling at my finger on my clit, kept tugging on the pinch I had on my nipples.

  That finally mixed with the pleasure of my lover’s cock pounding into my ass to send me straight over the edge into pure, unspoiled pleasure.

  “Yes, fuck, Andrej, don’t stop, please, don’t fucking stop!” I pleaded with desperate words as my body tensed up while he continued his relentless pounding. I felt my muscles ripple throughout my body, and pleasure stole my ability to think, to even breathe as I came hard and fast.

  He didn’t stop, he kept up his steady pace and pounded into me even more. A second orgasm followed straight on the heels of the first and this time I dragged Andrej along behind, as he filled me with his essence. I moaned and whimpered as his thrusts slowed to little more than one final quiver, and knew we’d both found release at last. I just tried to breathe while he hovered over me, on his elbows to keep his full weight off of me.

  He pulled away, and rolled over to his side of the bed. I looked at him but couldn’t keep my eyes open yet. Pleasure was still a zing of awareness that blasted up my spine in aftershocks.

  “I think I might have fucking died and gone to heaven, Cara. Let me go clean up alright? I’ll be right back.” Andrej kissed my shoulder and I waved a boneless hand at him in recognition of his words. He could jump off the planet for all I cared at the moment; I was too relaxed to object.

  I heard him turn the shower on, and wondered if I should join him. Maybe later, when I reformed bones and could stand up. He hummed an unfamiliar song while he washed up, the bathroom soon filled with steam that rolled out into the bedroom. I smiled at that and was able to sit up at last. I was about to join him when he came out and settled down between my thighs.

  “Andrej, no, I need to clean up.” I protested, but instead of answering, his fingers came up to clamp down on my nipples just as his mouth closed over my clit. My body reacted with its own relief and pleasure as he shocked me into silence.

  The surge of blood to my clit as his mouth sucked it was a pleasure that intoxicated, that I just can’t describe. I floated in a dark place between pleasure and pain from an orgasm that was too recent for my tender little organs before Andrej brought me back to the world with a tight tug of all of his fingers and his mouth. His tongue licked my sensitive clit, now completely engorged again, and made my hips jerk. His fingers plucked at my nipples until they tingled.

  “I’ve got to get into that sweet pussy of yours at least once tonight, Cara, I just have to,” Andrej broke up his adoration of my clit to say. He licked at my clit like a man starved who had found a bowl of cream to keep death from his door.

  “Do whatever you want, Andrej, I can’t tell you no,” I said just before pleasure rocked through me one more time.

  His talented fingers teased at my inflamed nipples as the orgasm blew through me, even harder than the one before it. I gasped a scream that would not go unnoticed, but didn’t care. It was all too much, and I’d lost all control. It came over and ove
r again, pleasure that blinded me, that made my back arch off the bed, that made my thighs clamp down around his head.

  For long moments, all I could do was exist as I became nothing more than pleasure. Then it started to slow, I panted to catch my breath and Andrej’s tongue slowed as he felt my tense body ease back into the bed.

  “I’m going to die. I know I am,” I said to him and he slowly eased back up between my thighs to pull me close to him. I felt the tip of him brush at my wet core and knew he wasn’t done. “You’re so going to kill me, Andrej. I don’t know if I can take it.”

  “Of course you can take it, Cara. You can take all I have to give you plus some,” he murmured as he eased into my pussy. He pulled my feet up behind his neck to get deep into my soaking wet depths when he thrust into me, hard and sure.

  “Fuck you’re so damn wet, Cara, wet and hot around me. What are you thinking in that dirty little mind of yours?” Andrej asked from above me, his slow pace a torture that made me pant for more.

  My breath hitched when his fingers found my nipples and sent sparks of awareness through me

  “I was thinking about you, Andrej, and how I can’t get enough of you,” I gasped out, my brain flooded with images of our past and what should have been our future.

  “Do you want more, Cara? Would you like fucking in strange places, maybe?” Andrej asked, his voice strained but with more than just his efforts.

  I looked into his eyes, my own now wide open. “Have you thought about me in other places?”

  It was something about the way he’d said it that made me wonder.

  “Occasionally. I’ve been alone most of the week and just the thought of you makes me hard. I want to take you up to the mountains, and fuck you in the lake up there. I want to have you out in the open, where anyone could see us. Where I can see you being watched. I had to jerk off quite a few times over the last few days.”