Jacques eventually yanked me away, my eyes all glazed over with tears but the biggest smile on my face. I wanted to go again, but he refused, and I knew that meant he was going to occupy that Jacques-sized hole deep inside me—the one he’d dug and needed desperately to maintain.
The way he grabbed me and moved me around was freeing. To be out of control, it was nice. He rag-dolled me around on the bed, wrestling with me, it felt like, except that he won and I was just now a toy for his pleasure—and in truth, all I wanted at that moment was to be pleasured.
Wrapping my legs around him like my life depended on it, I connected them as much as possible at my ankles, hooking myself in place so that after every deep thrust where his cock nearly came out, it would always slip back inside me. Except it didn’t always, and sometimes it slipped right up against my balls, sending a shockwave that had me pressing the tips of my fingers into his back and leaving my mark.
I came, filling the tight space between our bodies with my cum, creating a nice sticky paste that had us sticking together. His body hair mopped most of it up, but there was no sign of him coming anytime soon.
From the bed, we found the bedroom wall, and from there, my ass made an imprint on the double doors to the terrace balcony on stilts outside. He was adamant about putting ourselves all over everything, and I was ready to let him.
Jacques finally came when we reached the bathroom, the moment his back was against the cool tile of the wall. He filled me up, and squeezed me tight like I was some type of drinks carton he was trying to get every last drop out of—except it was the inverse, and he was filling me.
I took every bit of it and clenched hard. I wasn’t letting a drop of it go.
11. JACQUES
It was going to be difficult ever wanting to leave this place, especially the way I was feeling with Ezra right by my side. I didn’t want to be someone who could just give up his life, but there was a man here who I loved beyond almost anything I’d ever loved before. The thought and idea that I didn’t want to go out and kill, that he’d absorbed the dark energy I’d felt was a constant presence in my life. Ezra, in more ways than one, had sucked it right out of me.
“I love you,” I told him. I kept telling him.
We’d been at the house for a couple of days. I’d been coordinating a lawyer for him, someone who could be properly vetted to be on our side, but some of them had seen that we’d be going against Nexovex, and for whatever reason, they just weren’t interested. I knew they’d had one of their own come and try to kill Ezra, which had played on my mind. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time they’d killed someone. Perhaps people were afraid to work against the company, not because of a trial that might last years, but because they weren’t afraid of killing.
There was a high-tech computer system within the house that helped me co-ordinate and operate the security systems in place around us, like the pressure plates in the ground that didn’t explode but alerted a recording device in case I wasn’t home to catch them in the act. Ezra was completely fascinated by it all, with the exception of not being able to see what the firm had on him for them to be trying to kill him.
We were in the large leather chair at the six-monitor screen stitching—one was dedicated for surveillance, another for notes, and the rest of them switched between banking and intel.
“You don’t need to worry yourself with this,” I told him. “I’m taking care of this; I’m taking care of you.”
“I know, I know,” he said, sitting on my lap as we swiveled around on the chair. “We could probably get them for wrongful termination too, since they can’t fire me after I did the whole whistleblower act.” He rubbed his head against my chest.
“Even if you are fired, and they try dragging that out too, I’ll take care of you,” I said. I didn’t want him to stop working, but I wanted him to know that with me, he had the freedom to chase his dreams and do whatever he wanted. “We’ll give it a couple more days, see if these other law firms get back to us, then we’ll see what that agent has for us.”
Ezra was looking at my screens. “Jeez, how much money do you have?” He picked his head up and pressed fingers to the screen, scrolling down as it listed all my assets and accounts from across the globe. “There’s like five—six—no, seven properties here,” he said.
I laughed. “It’s not cheap, buying houses.”
He continued to gawk and gaze at the numbers. “You have accounts in the Caymans, Swiss bank—wow.”
“Don’t forget Singapore,” I said, still laughing. “In fact, once this is all over, maybe we could take a trip to Asia. Somewhere warm.”
He sank into my chest against. “I think I’d prefer to stay on this side of the world. I—I don’t want to be withinreachof my parents.”
“Oh, fuck, sorry.” I wrapped him in a squeezing hug, like I was a weighted blanket around him. “Then maybe we go colder. Switzerland is nice, at all times of the year.”
He snort-laughed, looking up at me from my chest. He raised a hand and played through the facial hair on my chin before rubbing my lips like he was zinging guitar strings. I pouted for him, giving him some extralipto play with.
“So, what are these other houses you own?” he asked, resolving his short playfulness with his head to my chest again.“I—I don’t even want to think about what they’re going to do with my apartment now. I bet they’ll turn it over, tear out the fixtures, and claw it back as having their IP or something.”
I thought about the initial question, mostly because I didn’t know where all my places were, but then something he said in the second statement caught my attention. “What IP would they be searching for?” I asked.
Ezra squeaked. “I don’t know, but you know, like they’ll—”
“Ez,” I said, tipping his chin and cocking my knee to push him higher on my body. “What are you keeping from me?”
Those eyes could’ve sent ships to war a thousand years ago, but right now, all they’d get is a kiss from me and a little more prying. He wasn’t getting off that lightly.
“I have documents,” he whispered to me. “They haven’t been printed, they’re still on the thumb drive, and I can’t say anything else. In case the lawyers involve you in this.”
“Kitten, I think I’ll be involved either way. I’ve practically kidnapped you.”
