The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,64

A moment later I'm fucking her and she's gripping onto my shoulders trying to hang on for the ride.

Soren has recovered by this point and sits up and moves closer to us, he strokes and squeezes her breasts from behind, then drags one hand up her throat until he's pressing his thumb into her mouth. She sucks on it and moans while I fuck her even harder.

I roar out my release as she comes again, her cunt quivering and gripping and milking my cock as if her life depended on my pleasure.

And I am very pleased.

I pull out, get out of the pool, and put my T-shirt back on. I leave Livia with Soren and go into the hallway to tag out with Dayne.

“Use one of the metal chairs inside to block the door,” I say when I get outside.

“What? Why?” Dayne asks.

“Because I'm going to the security room to make sure those fuckers don't think they're going to make their own private porn backup before I get down there.”

“Why didn't we just do that to begin with?” he asks.

“In case she ran, I guess. You know Soren. She's too far gone to run now so a chair will do.”

Dayne is beyond annoyed, and it takes a lot to annoy him. Usually he's pretty laid back, the least likely to fight about anything because half the time he just doesn't care. But with Livia it seems all bets are off.

I wait and guard the door while Dayne shoves the metal chair up under the metal handle, glaring at me as he does it. We're lucky the door pushes inward instead of opening out, so we even have this option. Fate apparently smiles down on us.

When everything is secured, I take the elevator to the basement level. I go down a long depressing slate gray hallway, past the laundry and maid's areas filled with giant metal racks of cleaning supplies. Finally I get to a small room at the end right next to the emergency exit.

I open the door without knocking, mostly because I want to see how badly these guys spook. And it's a sight to behold. You'd think being the security team, they'd lock this door—at least when they've got their dicks out, jerking off to X-rated security footage.

They both jump nearly a foot out of their chairs when I let the door bang against the wall and step inside.

“Mr. Macdonald,” they say in unison like I'm a visiting dignitary and they've spent hours practicing this greeting. It doesn't have quite the right tone with their dicks hanging out, though. Realizing the problem, they both zip up quickly.

“What are you doing down here?” one of them asks. His name tag says Drake, and I'm pretty sure that's not his real name.

I cross my arms over my chest. “I came to make sure that when this is done one copy and only one copy gets made, that it is given to me, and that the main files are deleted. I've got extensive computer security knowledge so don't think you'll slip something past me. I'll be checking to make sure everything's properly wiped, and there isn't a hidden backup somewhere.”

I can tell from their faces my suspicions were right. They did think they were each getting a video to take home with them.

“Oh, come on!” the other one says. “Help a guy out.”

“That's my wife on that screen,” I say. It's the first time I've said this word out loud or even thought this word. And while I know my name isn't on the marriage license, My contract with her is just as binding as any marriage, covering all the same things and more.

“I thought she was married to that other dude.”

I'm saved from having to entertain this asinine comment as I watch Livia, Soren, and Dayne on the screen leaving the pool area.

“Just make me a copy of the footage,” I say. I'm impatient with this and want to go back to the room.

23

Soren

The Mile-high Club

The Present.

We slept in and had a very late lunch, so we didn't get on the jet until three pm. We should arrive in Costa Rica by eight or eight-thirty at the latest. Because the flight is short, no one will be sleeping, but that doesn't mean the bed won't get used. It's the pilot, co-pilot, Dayne, Griffin, Livia, and me today.

Dayne and Griffin are on their laptops trying to catch up on some work before they get side-tracked and distracted by the honeymoon. Livia