Big Ben (See No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,99
kissed it better.”
“You did kiss it better, remember?”
“That was hardly kissing. I can do better.”
He started to glide out, and my fingers clawed at his back. “Nope, you’re already here. Why don’t you start moving and make me feel better.”
“Oh, is this kind of like kissing it all better?”
“Yup. Um-hmm. With your dick.”
His movements were slow. Controlled. But now with the initial sting gone, I didn’t want slow and controlled. I wanted hard and fast, and I slid my fingers into his hair and tugged him close.
It was his turn to hiss. “Jesus, Liv. I’m trying to go easy here.”
“I don’t want you to go easy.”
“You’ll be sore.”
“I like being sore.”
With a growl, he increased his movements. A wave of ecstasy rolled over me as I careened toward the edge of bliss. “Yes, that’s it.”
“Who does this belong to?”
“You. Always you.”
“Don’t let anyone else ever touch this again.”
I shook my head. “Nope. No, never. Oh my God, Ben, right there.”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
“A month and three days.”
He pulled back and peered down at me. “Do you know exactly how many days?”
“Yup, . That’s how long I have been tortured too.”
“Uh-huh.” He swiveled his hips again, and I cursed. “Somehow I think I’ve been more tortured. I didn’t even think you liked me.”
I grinned then. “I’m still not sure I do.”
“Well then, Miss Ashong, let me convince you.”
And he did. He convinced me so thoroughly I had three more orgasms before he roared and spilled inside me. “Jesus, woman, I really don’t think I can move.”
“I really don’t think I want to.”
Three hours later, after Ben had convinced me to shower with him and he’d fed me, he headed off to a meeting with East and Bridge. I called Telly from the comfort of the bathtub.
“So you finally got laid, huh?”
“What?”
“Please, I can hear it in your voice. Was it in Paris? Shit, please tell me it’s Ben and not Dexter.”
I hadn’t told her anything yet about Dexter. “Yeah, about that...” Once I got started, everything flowed out of me. I told her all of it. Even the part about how Ben’s nickname really was accurate.
She paused me several times along the story for typical Telly reactions. When I finished, she asked, “When do we pack you out?”
I shook my head. “I need to plan for when he’s not there. Maybe next week?”
“How is Tall Blond and Viking taking this? He says this is the real thing, and it feels that way, but I got so involved in Dexter’s world I didn’t even stop to think about what I wanted for myself. I’m not doing that anymore.”
“Well, okay. I’m glad you’re figuring it out. I do want to say something though.”
“What, that you were right?”
“I mean, I was, but something else.”
“What’s up?”
“Have you heard of something called the Elite?”
I frowned. “No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Well, it’s a secret society out of Eton.”
I frowned and sat up straighter in the bath. “As in, the super posh all-boys school?” Ben and his friends had gone to Eton.
She nodded. “Yep, that’s the one.”
“I don’t know anything about it. Why?”
“You know how my mate, Matthias, who’s been working on decrypting those files from the flash drive you copied?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a list of names and dates. Some of the corresponding dates match to major world events.”
“But why would that information be encrypted?”
“I have no idea, but I need you to be careful, okay? If Ben had that information, it’s worth something to him. Maybe he’s in the group. I want you to tread carefully with him.”
“Telly, are you serious?”
“At the risk of sounding cliché…as a heart attack.”
“Fine, I promise.” I hung up with her and got out of the bath and into my robe. As I padded into the bedroom, I considered calling Ben. All I needed to do was ask him about the Elite. He’d tell me.
Would he?
Would he lie? And then there was the slight problem of finding myself in close to danger since I’d met him.
Was I in more danger with him than on my own?
Last night, I’d let him screw me into complacency. He’d dickgasmed me. From the time I’d said yes and handed over the drive, I thought I’d been in control. But what if that wasn’t the case?
Or you’re paranoid and you’re freaking out and want an easy reason to run.
Damn it. Last night had been some kind of out of this world sex. It had meant something. It was certainly a shift in or