“Oh, this was about sex, I thought you might’ve needed help with your job,” I said. I didn’t mind being used in either case, I just wanted to be used by him. In fact, it was a need. “You wanna finish what you started then?”
Art shrugged. “Nah, I’m over it now. I realized I can do whatever I want, so I think I might go try that ice cream place we passed by all the time in the canteen.”
I hugged him in a sweaty embrace. “I did promise you ice cream if you were good, didn’t I?”
“And have I been good?”
Planting a kiss on his cheek, I pushed his face against my lips, really forcing an impression to be made. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice, he was getting my wet sloppy cheek kisses whether he liked it or not. And I knew he liked it. Even with people looking, I knew he wanted more. We weren’t exactly the only couple in Sanctum, there was Mercy and Marzia too, but as a rule, people didn’t see them kissing or holding hands. I’d been known to break and bend rules—if Artemis’s name had beenRules.
***
In my apartment, we showered together, and Artemis was on his knees once more. The gold chain around his neck glistening asthe water rolled off my body and onto his. I washed my torso and he washed my legs.
After our fingers and feet had become all pruned, we finally left the shower to lay on the bed, in the expensive bathrobes we’d taken from the hotel. We laid in each other’s arms as Artemis flicked through the channels on the TV screen. He got to the information about how much money I had and whacked a hand against my chest.
“You have millions,” he said. “We could retire. We could go live off this forever.”
“There’s no retiring,” I told him, but I don’t think he believed any of those times I’d told him at all. “All there is in this world is deteriorating and dying.”
He rolled on top of me, straddling his legs across my waist. “There’s got to be some form of retiring,” he said.
“Why are you even thinking about that?” I asked. “You’ve only just started.”
“And I had one goal in mind, kill the people responsible for trying to have me kidnapped,” he said. “I’m sure in a year or two, I’ll have done that.”
Up on my elbows with my knees now against his back, I stared at him. Analyzing him. “I know that’s what you want, and you also want that picket fence dream. But that’s a dream, the people you kill will seek revenge, and do everything to demolish that dream.”
“Not with you by my side,” he said. “And these fists.” He held them up in the defensive stance by his face, ready to guard and jab at a moment’s notice.
“That money will go fast,” I said with a weak finger snap. “You know this.”
“That’s why I said, in a year or two.” He shuffled his ass back against my knees, trying to find my dick behind thebathrobe. “Make a nest egg, together, then I don’t know, buy a house together, get—” he blushed.
“I know what you were going to say, and I’ve not proposed.”
He tugged at the coin medallion on the chain. “I figure this is the next best thing.”
At this rate, marrying each other was a given, the ultimate form of togetherness—and foreverness. “Enough sap,” I said, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him to my chest. “I’m fucking you.”
23. ARTEMIS
If there was one thing I missed about Donovan, and I mean, really missed, it would be the way he used his dick. From the way he would push it deep inside me, to the way he yanked it out, leaving a hole in me—an emptiness I craved to have filled back up.
He was slow with some strokes and fast with others. It was heaven, or at least a form of. He was just playing around inside me as I laid out on the bed, taking every pleasure he knew how to provide my body with. It was the reward for all the work, for the submission, and the peace I’d given him not to be a brat.
In submissive states like this, where I laid on the bed as a pillow princess, and accepted it all, I found there was real power to surrendering, to experiencing everything I’d waned since he left. To realize that I was actually right where I’d always wanted to be. His.
Covered in sweat, mostly his on my skin, I’d came already, and my cock was still hard, as if ready for a second round. Donovan was biting at the spots around my neck and shoulder that he knew would give him what he wanted—my moans.
The hollow feeling in my stomach when he pulled out and jerked his cock across me until I was covered in his cum, I didn’t know what to do but wrap my arms around him and pull him in close to get his body just as covered in cum and sweat as I was. Our freshly washed bodies were once more requiring a soapy rub down.
Sex was the cherry on top of the stress and mental gymnastics I’d been doing with the upcoming job. Sex helped my brain connect the dots. It was the great bringer together. Andafter an orgasm that left my skin tingling, I knew what needed to be done. I knew how to kill two birds with one stone.
***
In my room, looking over the file with Donovan over a shoulder, wrapping arms around my waist and giving me a gentle—scruff tickling kiss against my neck. “I’m probably going to need you on standby,” I told him. “I need to be the one who goes in first.”
“You know I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, still swaying with me in his arms. “I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, I’m just trying to think about the person who has the most experience and I think if I went in first—” I elbowed him slightly knowing I was getting his gut. “Ok, fine, I’ll stay out of this. You’re taking charge.”
