Poison - Jade West Page 0,64

didn’t even show as delivered.

The night made it even worse of a contrast without Anna there in my arms.

I slipped into bed and the covers smelt like black cherry and sea. I pulled her pillow over from her side and held it tight. Breathed her in. And I prayed.

I prayed for another shot at another life.

I prayed that we’d make it through to the other side of this hell with our hands holding tight.

I prayed that Maya wouldn’t use Millie to destroy my world beyond repair.

But still, I also knew that prayers never go answered. At least not when they’re coming from me. I smiled before I finally drifted to sleep, remembering the sparkle in Anna’s eyes every time she tossed a coin into the Neptune fountain, and I wondered if she’d already tossed one in there and wished for us.

I’d sure be grateful to be proved wrong and that fountain to fucking deliver.

I held onto that thought until the night finally sucked me up into the darkness.

There were still no messages the next morning. I went about my usual business and suited myself up smart. I put Anna’s filthy panties back in my pocket and let the dogs out before setting off, and made my way into my working week.

It was a busy Monday, and busy Tuesday to match. Keith and Ralph had a shit ton of reports to push on with, and we had to drag Moose in on Wednesday, which was always a whole fresh round of a battle. Anna and I texted, but it felt distant, no matter what we said. It was never a substitute for having her in my arms. Plus, we never had an answer. Not anything that sounded truly positive to make it through this with everyone on side.

I jerked off into those filthy panties every night of the week, and several snippets of afternoons on top. It was a welcome relief, sure, but not anywhere near enough for thoughts of my dirty minx not to drive me fucking crazy through every fucking lousy minute.

It was Thursday evening when I first got a message through from my mother. I was already churning sick without a response back from Maya, with the inevitable pang of fear stabbing every time I weighed up what options I had to take.

Her message was short and sharp and unforgiving.

Sort yourself the hell out, Lucas. Don’t you dare lose Maya and Millie.

Like I wasn’t fucking trying to see my fucking daughter.

I was back in my office and feeling the pressure by the time my Friday afternoon took a turn for the better. A parcel landed on my desk from one of the reception team, and looked quite a strange little spectacle.

I turned it over in my hands, puzzled to shit as I wondered what the hell it was. It was hand scrawled with nothing but a simple Lucas Pierce, Director of Security and Cryptology on the front, and my heart leapt as I recognised the scribble.

No. Fucking. Way.

It had already been opened to check it passed through security clearance, and I laughed out loud when I tipped the contents out on my desk.

Pink lace, still wet at the crotch, a perfect gift on a dull as hell work day.

I checked there was nobody lurking outside my room before I unzipped and worked that fresh pair of panties up and down my cock. I was rock hard and throbbing in barely a minute, well on my way to shooting my load by the time I called up my phone camera and fired her a photo message.

Nice present, you dirty little minx.

I added a tongue out emoticon, and she sent one right back.

And then she sent kisses.

I didn’t know how the hell she’d made it over with the parcel without racing through her lunch break at lightning speed, but I was equally quick in my response, calling up her name online and finding her photo and title in the PR section of Lewton’s Consultancy.

I scrawled down their address on an envelope of my own, then grunted hard as I shot one hell of a fucking load onto those filthy fucking panties and wiped up every fucking drip from my cock.

Oh yes, Anna, my sweet fucking love. Take this.

I was smirking as I summoned a courier via reception, and still trying to hold back the grin under a guise of professionalism as they came to collect my package.

“Anna Blackwell, direct into her hands, please.”

My instructions were clear, and I reclined in