“Meet me in the bathroom,” he said as he quickly walked away from the table and back inside. Oh my God, this was it. This was the moment when I was finally going to feel all of him. We were going to consummate whatever this was. There were no two people better suited for each other than him and me. We were meant to meet. And this was the very start of our next level. Is this how I wanted it to go down? In a bathroom?I did love the idea of being caught. Some of his staff had no doubt seen him head straight to the bathroom that I was about to find and enter.
With that very thought, I stood up slowly and gracefully from the table, tucked in my chair in, and slowly strutted back towards the house. I walked through the wide-open glass doors, slowly screening the room for the bathroom. A large sunken square couch faced the far white wall, which set up for a projector screen. I knew that behind that wall was the large conventional kitchen and that must have been where Henry’s workers were hiding because from where I was standing, I couldn’t see anyone. The extravagant bar was in front of me in the distance. I searched for another door, and that’s where I saw it. A small sunken thin line in the wall, with a button to the far-right side of the bar. It looked like the same door that hid Henry’s luxurious wardrobe. I kept my eye on the small line in the wall, carefully strutting over to it, hoping not to make too much of a sound with the floorboards under my feet. Behind this wall, I hoped that all of Henry’s extravagance was hiding.
I pressed my finger on the round button, just as I had done upstairs, and it lit up. The door slid to the side, revealing another hallway, with a large Slim Aarons hanging in the hallway. Henry was standing smiling back at me, arms crossed in front of his chest. My heart pounded as I became lost in the vortex of his gaze again. He took a step towards me, reaching out and pulling me in close to him. He held me tight against his body. It was one of my favorite feelings, being locked in his arms, or hisgaze or both. There was no other place I’d rather be. In these moments I wanted time to stand still.
He’d held me many times, but this time was different. It was as if all of his energy oozed out onto my body, the wanting that he had for me was finally free and he was holding nothing back. He had one arm wrapped tightly around my waist as the other slowly moved its way down my dress. He squeezed my ass, pulling me even closer into him, and there wasn’t a single gap between us.
Our bodies completely intertwined as I felt him grow in his pants pressed up against me. I couldn’t help letting out a loud sigh, as he began sucking on the bottom of my earlobe, moving his lips down to my neck. I had lost complete control of my body. Not just my body, but maybe my soul as well. I had no idea who I was anymore or what would happen, but I had surrendered myself to it completely.
Henry kept his hand wrapped around my waist, secured tight, leaving me unable to release myself from his hold. The hand that was grabbing my ass slowly danced down to the bottom of my short dress, his fingers gently brushing around the bottom of its hem, tickling my skin. I felt my hips rock as I sighed again. He squeezed me even tighter, restricting my breath as his hand slipped up the back of my dress. Firmly pressed against my ass now, his fingers inched along the lace of my underwear. All I wanted him to do was to follow the lace, to reach his fingers underneath them and to slide into me. Oh God, the thought of it, the anticipation and his hand, againstmy skin, right where I had wanted it to be for weeks now, my underwear was already wet, and I wanted him to know that, I wanted him to feel that.
Just like that, it was like Henry had read my thoughts and he was doing just as I wanted. The edge of his fingers followed the cut of the lace of my underwear from around the back of my ass to my hip, ever so slowly moving between the front of my legs. I sighed out with the last of the breath that I had inside me as Henry lifted his lips from my neck, his body stiffening against mine.
“The door behind you is still open remember,” he said, keeping me still as the palm hand pressed hard against my clit. I bit my lips together and he breathed down the back of my neck. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. Oh, my fucking God. His hand pressed against me, his body locked against mine and his breath down the back of my neck. I didn’t need him to move my panties to the side I was about to explode from the pressure he held against me right now, from the footsteps that I heard getting closer and closer. I wondered who it was, if it was Jackie, or another member of Henry’s staff, were they coming down the hallway? Or were they going to walk straight past.
“Shh,” Henry whispered in my ear again. “They’re coming.”And so am I, so am I, I wanted to scream back to him. With the very heat building inside of me, I was afraid I would cum just as the unknown footsteps stopped straight in front of the door. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but Henry pressedhis hand against me harder. Oh God, it was going to happen, oh God, oh God, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to keep this quiet. I had never been able to achieve a quiet orgasm in my life, let alone my first time with Henry. I needed a quick distraction.
I began counting the steps, one, two, three. Oh God, oh God, they must have been standing right in the doorway now. For a second, it felt like the world around me stopped. The smallest whimper left my mouth, trying to keep myself together, and then the footsteps continued walking straight past the doorway. I exhaled as Henry gently pressed his hand away from my pants, edging my orgasm and keeping it inside of me, as his body softened relaxing me from my tight hold.
I took a step away from him, breathless as our eyes locked. Henry bit his bottom lip. His hands reached out for the side of my face, and he placed a soft kiss on my cheek before kissing my lips. My heart began to calm. Was that it? Was it over? No, shit. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t leave me like this.
Chapter Eleven
Elyse
“Elyse, what’s up?” Johnathan peered his head over my cubicle, interrupting another deep search that I was in the middle of, but at this point I still couldn’t find a thing. I mean how could I find anything when I had absolutely no information other than one single name? One single popular male’s name. But that wasn’t true. I knew more than that. I knew that he had a private island or at least he told my naive sister that he had a private island.
“I don’t suppose you know anyone by the name of Henry, that lives in New York and owns a private island?” I said.
Johnathan furrowed his brow and pursed his lips as he instantly popped down from the top of the cubicle only to reappear, behind me, wheeling his chair next to my desk.
“Now if this is a case, this is something very intriguing that I must know about,” he said, leaning back, crossing his arms and legs. He was definitely waiting for some elaborate spill about something that I was most definitely not going to give him.Not because he wasn’t trustworthy. I’d trust Johnathan with my life, and I had on many occasions. He was my right-hand man on a lot of cases. But this was not a case. This was a simple welfare check for my sister, which, yes, I did know was technically illegal or maybe it wasn’t completely illegal, I did have the access to do this after all. I guess this was more of what you would call highly frowned upon, particularly by Johnathon, the ultimate rule follower. Not that there was anything wrong with following the rules. I believed in following the rules, and more than the rules I believed in following the law, which was the very reason I had chosen my detective career in the first place. And it was the very reason that I was the most sought out detective in the whole of Philadelphia, alongside Johnathan. There wasn’t a single case that we had not closed with the appropriate prosecution, I might add. Maybe it was about time that I asked for another raise. But still, even with my impeccable track record, I couldn’t find a single thing on this guy named Henry, who supposedly owned a private island that was believed to be somewhere off the coast of New York. The more I searched I couldn’t seem to find anything, not a single thing. Nothing at all. I began to panic. God Molly, you want to hope you’re not in trouble, girl.
I stared blankly at the computer hands on the keyboard, completely ignoring Johnathan scanning both my screens that had “Henry Private Island” and “Henry New York Billionaire,” into every government search records that I had access to. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I needed access to somerestricted pages. Maybe I needed to call in someone from the FBI.
“You know, this is really funny. Because last time I checked I was briefed into every single case that passed your desk, but it really looks like you’ve kept me out of the loop of this one, because I don’t really know anything about a man called Henry who is a billionaire and owns a private island. Is this some Jeffery Epstein shit that you’ve been called in on and I’ve been left out of the loop?” he said, watching me intently, waiting for me to simply blink in the wrong direction to catch me out of my lie.
“You’d want to fucking hope not,” I scoffed, keeping my eyes locked on my screen as Johnathan kept all his attention on me.
“Oh right, so you’re also being called in on New York cases now, too? Because last time I checked it was just Philly,” said Johnathan. Urgh, he was not going to drop this.
I sighed, pushing my chair away from my desk, turning to face him. “Look, I’m sorry this is a question that I shouldn’t have even asked you and it doesn’t concern you. It’s more of a private matter, so I think you can go back to your own paperwork now. Thank you.”
Johnathan pursed his lips biting the inside of his cheeks, as he squinted back at me. I hated when he did that. Trying to read my very expression.
“What is this about, Elyse? Have you got some billionaire trying to chat you up? Chase you down? Is this something thatI should be alerting Jordan about?” he said. I rolled my eyes turning back to my desk.
“No, it’s not me that he’s tracking down, but he’s got my naive sister,” I said outwardly, scoffing again. Fuck. He didn’t even need to say too much to get it out of me, Johnathan knew me too well, he knew the exact buttons that he could press for me to tell him anything that he wanted.
“Ahah, so now the truth comes out,” he says with a smile, proud of himself. I guess I was the master detective, but he was the master manipulator when it came to our successful duo. I rolled my eyes again.
“Nice work, you got the answers that you wanted, now like I said, finish up your paperwork would you because I’m ready for our next case.”
Johnathan laughed, “You’re ready for our next case? Because it seems like you’ve already got yours,” he said pointing back to the screen.
“Yeah, and it is obviously not going very well. So, give me something more worthwhile that I can actually sink my teeth into.”
“What? You’re giving up already and admitting that searching the private records for a man who you only seem to know his first name, the state that he lives in, his supposed net worth isn’t really the most productive way to try and find out about your sister’s new love interest?”
