38. THE JOY OF KNOWING
ANNABELLE LAY ON THE MATTRESS listening to her pounding heart as her body slowly calmed. The euphoria she’d experienced was still there, ebbing slowly. She could barely believe what he’d made her body do. But that was always the way with Jeff, each time a little further. Her own sexual curiosity was his greatest ally.
A hand stroked the side of her face as he smiled down. She lay there passively, reveling in the way his greedy eyes savored the sight of her. “Now it’s your turn to enjoy me,” he purred.
“Give me a minute,” she said, her breath still coming in shaky gasps.
He gently pulled her hand down to his erect cock. “This won’t wait.”
“How can you possibly still be hard after that?”
“That’s the effect you have on me.”
Annabelle raised her head up, pushing a slick tangle of hair from her face. She looked right into his eyes, experiencing a scary little thrill at how intent he was. After all they’d just done, he still wanted more of her.
And she’d thought last night had been pretty excessive. Once they’d gone up to bed, with the lights off and the big house’s silence engulfing them, it was as if they were the only two people in the whole universe. They’d celebrated with a furiously physical union.
Unlike Derek, who made hopeful suggestions, Jeff knew exactly what he wanted her to do. Any reticence on her part only seemed to excite him further. He showed her how the big bed with its sturdy posts could support her body in a whole variety of new contortions, each one deliberately lewd and sleazy. The oils he made her rub into her skin made her look sensational, and she knew it.
In the end, he was the one person in the world she gave up every inhibition for. She relished proving that commitment physically. Proving she was the best.
“We should go out and make love in the rain,” she suggested. It would be a sweet contrast to his earlier ferocity. From the middle of the bed she could see the drops splatter against the windows.
“Nice idea,” Jeff said. “Except, that’s not rain, it’s a bloody deluge.”
She snuggled back into him, enjoying the warmth and touch of his body. “Next time then.”
“Yes.” He caressed her hair. “Next time.”
She glanced over her shoulder as he ran a finger lightly down her flank, tracing the curve of her hip. There was an expression of gentle curiosity on his face, as if he’d never seen her before, never known how it felt to touch her skin. She loved that aspect of him, that he could be as kind as he could savage, always knowing the right time. “I spent the night with you,” she murmured in wonder. “The whole night.”
“And you’re going to spend tomorrow night here as well,” he said. “And the night after that.”
She smiled bravely, knowing that she’d have to go home then.
Jeff tightened his grip around her. “And when Tim comes back, I’m going to tell him that you’re here to stay now.”
“Jeff!” There was a small instinct that wanted to say no, that not enough time had passed to cushion the shock. But just looking at how serious he was quashed the urge. “Do you mean that?”
“Dead on. And I’m sober this time, too.”
She giggled, and kissed him. “Thank you.”
“I’m the one who benefits from this. You are the perfect male fantasy.”
“I know.” She grinned proudly, looking down at her breasts as she arched her back. “They are good, aren’t they?”
“The biggest and the best.” His tongue moistened one nipple before he started sucking.
She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the supple play of his muscle. Then her fingers touched his cock; he was still erect. “God, you’re unbelievable.”
Jeff pulled away from her breast just long enough to chuckle contentedly.
“I mean it,” she said. “I’ve been with twenty-year-olds before. They’ve never managed to stay hard for so long.”
“I’m not twenty.” He switched from one breast to the other.
Despite herself, her body was responding; she moaned as indecent fingers started to massage her, sliding smoothly over oiled flesh.
There was a firm knock on the door. “Dr. Baker, sir?” It was Lieutenant Krober’s voice.
“He’s got to be fucking joking,” Jeff grunted.
The knock came again. “Dr. Baker, please, are you there?”
“What do you want?”
“Sir, I believe you should come downstairs, sir.”
“What the hell is happening?”
“Sir, it’s downstairs. Please.”
Annabelle pouted teasingly at the irritation on Jeff’s face. “You’d better go.”
“Bloody hell.” He took a deep breath and clambered off her. She started giggling profusely as he tried to tie the belt on his dressing gown. His erection refused to ease. He gave it an exasperated stare, and wound up holding one hand across his front, pressing his cock against his abdomen.
Annabelle squeaked in alarm as he stomped over to the door, just managing to pull the duvet over herself as he opened it. Lieutenant Krober was standing outside. Jeff had never seen the Europol officer so agitated.
“What’s the matter? Are we in the middle of some kind of terrorist attack?”
“Sorry, sir.” Krober was in no way looking through the bedroom doorway. “You should come downstairs.”
“Why?”
“Please. There is a situation there.”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Jeff stomped off down the landing, with his hand still firmly covering his groin. His anger chilled rapidly as he started down the stairs. Voices were arguing heatedly in the hallway below. Tim was there, halfway across the black and white marble tiles. Tim! Jeff’s heart jumped in shock. His legs refused to move, imprisoning him on the middle of the stairs.
The boy’s shirt and trousers were soaking wet; rat-tail strands of hair fringed his forehead. He was attempting to carry a huge cylindrical canvas bag with a strap that kept slipping from his wet shoulder. His other hand was pulling at the extended handle of a big gray suitcase with tiny wheels. Natalie Cherbun was standing in front of him, halfheartedly blocking his progress.
“—no I won’t!” Tim yelled as he tried to barge past her. His luggage kept overbalancing, hampering his progress far more than the Europol officer.
At which point Lucy Duke came through the front door. She was out of breath from having run all the way through the village from the White Horse. Water dripped steadily off her black classic-cut raincoat. She started shaking out her umbrella, an act that suddenly halted when she took in the scene before her.
Tim shut up and glared at her. Then Lucy’s gaze lifted to Jeff. Tim’s body became very still. He slowly turned around. Jeff waited for his son to see him, knowing how a condemned man felt as the gallows loomed through the dawn mist.
The expression of anger and betrayal on his son’s face drained away the last of Jeff’s strength. “Look, son—”
Tim sneered at him. He’d never, ever done that before. Raged and sulked, yes. But this was so adult, so contemptuous that Jeff wanted to kneel down and beg forgiveness. Right there and then he would have handed Annabelle back if it was at all possible. An evil thought sprang up: Why not? She does everything else I tell her to. He pushed that away rapidly.
“Now, why don’t we all take a moment to think what we’re all doing,” Lucy Duke said with brittle calm.
“Fuck off, you stupid bitch!” Tim bellowed at her.
“I don’t think that’s very helpful, now is it?”