Chapter 317

Victor was quiet when we got into his car and began the drive back to his apartment.

I could still sense his anxiety and jealousy and understood why he felt this way. But I was determined to work with Shane on the story, so we needed to talk about it.

“You don’t want me doing the story with Shane,” I said, breaking the silence in the car.

“Does it matter if I don’t?” he asked.

“You always matter to me,” I replied. “But I don’t know why you don’t trust me.”

“I didn’t say I don’t trust you,” he insisted.

“I can feel your jealousy,” I said. “We can’t hide our feelings from each other.”

“Maybe I am a little jealous,” Victor admitted. “You are a special and beautiful woman. So, of course, I am uneasy with you working closely with an attractive, charming man like Shane.”

“You are attractive and charming,” I reminded him. “Like most women, I think you are the hottest man alive, and I love you. We are fated mates. I want to marry you after I graduate and have your children.”

“I know deep down that I can trust you,” Victor agreed. “I’m sorry if I made you think I don’t. It’s just …Daisy, I love you so much that I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“I get it. It’s the same as how I felt about Chloe working with you,” I said.

Victor tried to act stern. “As long as I don’t catch Shane buying expensive jewelry with your credit card,” he teased.

We laughed as Victor pulled into the garage beneath his apartment.

How could I be angry with Victor for being jealous when I feel the same way about Chloe that he does about Shane?

We must work through our jealousy issues together. It was better to talk about it than to keep it to ourselves and let it fester.

He closed the garage door, and we went upstairs. I tossed my evening bag on the counter and turned to him.

“Do you truly want me to pass on working with Shane?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head. “The story is important to you, and working with Shane would guarantee its success. But you wouldn’t quit school, would you?”

“Quitting isn’t an option right now,” I said. “I still want to learn all I can and graduate.”

“I’m relieved to hear you say that,” Victor said. Yet, his emotions weren’t calm. I wanted to know why.

“There is something else on your mind,” I said and put my arms around him. I loved the feel of his hard body against mine. “I sensed your anxiety as soon as you arrived home.”

He enfolded me in his strong arms. “My nerves are frayed from everything that’s been happening with the faction.”

I kissed his throat. “Tell me about it.”

“Findlay is acting strangely. I think he’s in danger, but he wants to finish the job as my spy,” Victor said. “And it’s strange to see him avoiding me after the five years we’ve worked together.”

“You must remember he is putting on an act,” I said. “But if you want to find out for sure how things are going for him without blowing his cover, I can help.”

“How?” Victor asked. “He doesn’t want his husband to know anything about it.”

“Amy and I will lure him out of The Association Complex under the pretense of needing him to help me plan a surprise party for you,” I explained. “That way, he and I can talk without being overheard.”

Victor kissed my mouth enthusiastically. “That is a brilliant idea! I would be extremely grateful if you found out what’s happening with him.”

“What do I do if he thinks he is in danger?” I asked.

“Call me immediately,” Victor responded. “I will get Findlay and his husband out of the area until every faction member is locked up.”

“Then I will put my plan into motion first thing in the morning,” I promised.

“I’m so relieved, my love,” Victor pulled me closer and looked deep into my eyes. “You are the most wonderful mate anyone has ever had.”

I kissed his lips before pulling away and turning around. “Would you mind unzipping my dress?” I asked. “Sometimes it sticks.”

“It would be my pleasure, sweetheart,” Victor purred. I had relieved his mind so much that he was now thinking about much more pleasant things.

I felt the zipper slide down to my waist, and cool evening air from the opened patio door caressed my back.

“I’ve never seen you wear a black bra before,” Victor commented as he ran a finger over the satin of the back of the bra. “I like it.”

He began to look for a way to unhook the bra, but I pulled away and backed up several feet.

“This bra closes in the front. It came with matching panties and …a surprise,” I teased as I let the top of my dress fall to my waist, exposing the front of the lacy black satin bra.

Victor’s eyes were glued on me. “The bra is nice, but I like what’s in it better.”

“That’s nice, but what do you think of the matching panties and garter belt?” I pushed the dress over my hips and let it fall to my feet.

I stepped out of the dress, still wearing the three-inch black pumps that set off my legs in black silk stockings.

Victor was staring at me as if he was in a daze. His reaction made me feel the full power of my femininity. It was a heady sensation.

“What do you think?” I turned slowly, posing for a few seconds in different ways that I’d seen lingerie models do.

I might have felt silly, except I could sense Victor’s lust for me growing hotter than ever. It made me bolder.

Running my hands lightly over my breasts, I licked my lips. “Well, what do you think?”

“I think …you are the hottest woman in the world,” he said in a husky voice. “I …want… you.”

“Then take me, my love,” I said. “I’m yours.”

He hurried to my side and picked me up in his arms. After carrying me into the dining room, he laid me on the heavy walnut table.

Victor started by kissing my lips. Then his mouth began moving down my throat, planting kisses on my skin until he reached my bra.

His fingers deftly unhooked the bra’s front closure, and he peeled the two halves apart, revealing my breasts to his hot gaze. He gently caressed each of the full globes and murmured, “So beautiful.”

His mouth followed his hands, and his tongue circled each stiffening peak. I hissed with pleasure when he took one peak into his mouth and suckled hard.

My hips squirmed as the sensations telegraphed to my loins. After a few minutes, I was ready to beg him for more.

“Please, Victor,” I groaned.

“Patience, my beautiful love,” he chuckled. But he moved his head lower, his tongue slowly leaving a warm trail to my belly button.

After kissing my navel, he moved his head lower. I could feel the warmth of his mouth through the satin panties as his tongue traced the cleft of my womanhood.

“Yes,” I moaned as he licked the satin covering my pleasure button over and over. Soon, I desperately wanted him to take the panties off. I wanted to feel his tongue on me, not the fabric. “More, my darling, more.”

“Is this what you want?” He pulled the crotch of the panties aside, and I felt his hot breath on my most intimate parts.

“Yes, oh, yes,” I said as my head thrashed from side to side. I was throbbing with need as he teased me by bringing his mouth down on my nether lips.

Ever so slowly, he sucked my woman’s jewel into his mouth and held it captive for a long moment. Then his tongue flicked over and over, my pleasure quickly mounting until I was at the threshold of an amazing climax.

But just before I reached the summit, Victor stood, pulled my panties off, and his manhood abruptly entered my woman’s passage.

The lust on his face as he placed my legs on his shoulders and thrust deeply into my body made me gasp. He felt it, too. This intense pleasure our bodies gave each other was incredible.

I called his name when waves of pleasure began building higher and higher until they broke, sending us spinning into a frenzied peak of total fulfillment.

Afterward, we went to bed and held each other.

“Don’t forget about Findlay tomorrow,” Victor mumbled as he fell asleep.

“I’ll let you know what he says,” I promised. But questions ran through my mind.

Is Findlay safe, and is he still on Victor’s side?