a deep desire to prove that she wasn’t merely the rich girl in the group. She’d wanted to belong, and that had led to a tragedy. Did he have to be angry with her for the rest of his life?
She sighed. “You’re right. I don’t want to fight either.”
She would probably never admit why she hadn’t followed his advice that day, and he might have to live with it. He didn’t know what was going to happen when they got out of this place, but he knew what he wanted while they were here. He wanted her. He needed this time with her without the influence of anyone else. It was the two of them for now, and maybe that was what it would take to rebuild their relationship. “Then kiss me.”
She only hesitated for a moment and then she raised her lips to his.
He stood up, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. Levi wasn’t going to occupy another second of his time.
But later that night, after he’d finished spending the whole afternoon with her, Levi showed him that he would not be denied.
* * * *
Kim glanced at the clock and wondered how long it would be before the light came on and they could go downstairs and play. The club wasn’t open this evening according to Rene, but he worked out of an office upstairs and had a late call. Outside it would already be dark and the city would be bustling with couples going out to dinner and workers heading home. Her own apartment wasn’t far from here, and the lights would have come on. They were on a timer connected to the security system. The soft lights would be on and anyone who didn’t know better would think there was a family inside.
She wanted to walk outside with Beck’s hand in hers. The last time they’d been in Paris together they’d only been married for a few weeks. They’d taken a long weekend and stayed at the tiny flat she kept near the Louvre. They’d walked the length of the Tuileries Garden and talked about the future.
It was fitting they were here again. Starting again.
She moved out of the bedroom where she’d been making some notes about dates and places she could remember. Putting together her schedule from years before would be a hard task, but she was determined in a way she hadn’t been before. Being with Beck made her want a future more than she had in years. She realized now that she’d been drifting. It was good to want again.
He sat at the tiny table, his face illuminated by the light from the laptop. He was staring intently at whatever was on the screen.
He’d done the few dishes she’d used to heat up the soup they’d had for dinner, and the tiny kitchen was neat and clean. The wall beside the little stove, however, was covered in sticky notes they’d worked on all afternoon. He’d been completely true to his word about allowing her to lead the investigation. He’d been helpful, taking notes on everything she could remember about that time and then placing them on the wall where they could sort them into a rough calendar. While they’d been working together, she’d actually felt a sense of hope that they might be able to figure this thing out.
That they might actually have a shot at being together after this.
“Hey, you look serious,” she said quietly. “I thought you were closing up shop for the evening.”
He didn’t look her way, merely kept his eyes on the computer. “I got a couple of emails I need to deal with.”
She could understand that. He’d dropped his whole life for her. She glanced up as the light over the door came on and she felt her body shift. “I hope it doesn’t take you too long. It looks like Rene’s locked up for the night.”
That meant it was his time. Beck’s. She’d worked with him all day on the case, and now she would serve her Dom. She would pay him back for everything he’d given her. Would he force her down on her knees, command her to take his cock in her mouth and swallow him down?
He stood and turned on the overhead light. “It was from Levi.”
A chill went down her spine. She’d managed to forget Levi much of the day even though she’d been working on the problem he presented. Somehow she’d found a way to pretend it