She throws her leg off me, so she can stand and rip the condom off. Sinking to her knees before me, she presents her body like an offering at my altar.
“Paint me with it.”
Fuck, she is sin incarnate.
Sliding my hand up and down, eyes never leaving hers, I demand more from her. “Open.”
The moment she does, the threads of my release hit her tongue, neck, and breasts, painting a picture of our passion.
Chapter Eighteen
Micah
IFIND MYSELF ATVICTOR’S OFFICE,HOPING TO GET SOMEclarity.
Being home doesn’t feel right.
There should be more. While I couldn’t be happier with how things went in Colorado, Tanya’s scavenger hunt feels … unfinished.
Everything we’ve learned, everything we’ve seen, all that to end with a mini vacation? It just doesn’t seem like how she would end things.
Maybe she ran out of time. Maybe the illness made it so she couldn’t finish it the way she wanted to.
“Micah, come on in,” Victor says, walking around his desk and greeting me with a handshake.
“How’s it going, Victor?”
“Just fine. Have a seat,” he instructs, lightly running his fingers over the glass-covered rose on his bookshelf as he takes a seat. “Something on your mind?”
A lot of things. “I’m just—I’m trying to understand, I guess.”
“Understand what?”
“Why the ending of Tanya’s quest feels so sudden. Are you sure there weren’t any other clues for us to follow? Any more videos to watch?”
He leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers along the top of his desk. “Care for a game of chess?” he asks.
Confused, I agree, watching as he pulls out a wooden chessboard that looks awfully similar to the one in Tanya’s home.
He glances at me as he sets the pieces up on the board. “I’ve given you every clue I had to give you.”
He doesn’t say there aren’t any more clues, just that he’s given us all the ones he had to give us. Did we miss something in Colorado?
“Do you think that maybe you just didn’t want it to end? No matter the circumstance, it must’ve been nice hearing her voice again.”
Well, of course part of me wants to continue in the hopes that we’ll get one last video message from Tanya. One final chance to see her face and hear her voice. But that’s not the reason I feel unsettled. My gut is telling me this isn’t over. Victor knows more than he’s letting on, but I suppose it’s not time for me to know.
“Did she leave any videos for you?” I’m not sure why I ask or even if I should, but I find myself more curious about Victor and Tanya’s relationship.
He takes his move, the ghost of a smile on his face. “She left me one.”
“And how many times have you watched it?” I consider my options carefully before deciding to move one of my pawns.
He opts to castle kingside, which leaves me reconsidering my approach. “More times than I can count,” he says.
Right. “Does it help? Hearing her voice?”
He nods solemnly. “It does. But it helps more knowing she’s at peace. At the end. It had been a tough road, but on the day she passed, it was like all the suffering ceased to exist. She was happy. Do you want to know what her last words were?”
