Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
She moaned again at his denial and tipped her head back. “I’m on fire, Hawking.”
He slid almost out and thrust back in. Usually, he preferred that she call him Daddy, but in the heat of the moment like this, his name sounded golden.
He held himself deep inside her, partly to torment her and partly to keep from coming too soon. After kissing a path to her ear, he whispered, “Next time, I’ll flip you over and tie you down on your tummy, Little girl. I bet you’ll lose your mind if I take you from behind with your breasts pressing against the bed.”
She shivered, and another sweet whimper escaped.
Sweet Jesus, she was so fucking perfect for him.
He couldn’t stand waiting another moment, so he eased a hand down between them to find her clit and rubbed the engorged nub while he thrust in and out of her again.
“Daddy,” she shouted as her pussy gripped his cock harder than ever.
That was all it took. Hawking came harder than ever, too. The only thing that would have made this moment even more intense would have been if he hadn’t been wearing protection.
As soon as the threat against her life was over, he would talk to her about birth control. Of course, he wouldn’t insist she be the one to protect them against pregnancy if she didn’t want to, but a discussion needed to be had.
Celeste didn’t even tug on her arms or legs. She lay panting and sated, grinning, her body nearly a liquid.
He didn’t pull out. He wanted to stay in her longer, watching her expressions. Her smile and heavy breathing kept his dick hard.
“You were right, Daddy,” she finally whispered.
“Daddies are often right, Little girl.” He cupped her face with one hand and stroked a damp lock of hair from her cheek.
Now, he just had to hope he was also right about whatever protection detail they decided upon to keep her safe when they left Danger Bluff. He wasn’t going to rest easy until they were back home after her interview.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Two days later…
* * *
All six men stood around Celeste with furrowed brows and serious expressions.
Nerves ate at her, making her fidget. She was wearing a new navy pantsuit, a white blouse, and low pumps. Sadie had helped her with her hair and makeup. She felt professional. That was the easy part.
“Let’s run through the plan again,” Magnus said. “I’ll be here in the control room the entire time. Kestrel will be on standby at the helicopter pad in case we need him. Caesar will take you and Hawking by boat to another dock, where Phoenix will pick you both up in the SUV.”
Rocco spoke next. “I’ll be halfway up the mountain at the main entrance, where I can see nearly every car coming and going from the resort. I'll let Magnus know if I see anyone suspicious on foot or any cars loitering on the surrounding roads.”
“And what if you do?” Hawking asked. “We’re out of men.”
Kestrel nodded. “If necessary, I’ll confront them, but as long as people are simply watching the gate, we won’t approach them. The more people Dr. Hughes has hanging around Danger Bluff, the fewer people he has available to follow Hawking and Celeste. It will also be an indicator that he has no idea Celeste has left the property.”
Celeste tried to listen to every word. They made it sound so simple, but she knew it was anything but simple. Dr. Hughes would want to do anything in his power to stop her from speaking to the world today.
If the scientific community believed her story, Dr. Hughes would be toast. In the last two days, Celeste had been in contact with six other world-renowned scientists who’d had their research stolen by Dr. Hughes.
So far, none of them had felt like they could go up against Dr. Hughes and win. They hadn’t had the amount of proof Celeste had to support their accusations. Dr. Hughes was damn good at manipulating people to suck them dry of their expertise and knowledge before turning the tables on them and cutting them loose.
Celeste still wasn’t sure if Dr. Hughes had taken a bribe from a pharmaceutical company to keep her research from reaching the public or if he’d simply been greedy and wanted all the credit for her discoveries himself.
“That’s a lot to remember,” Celeste murmured.
Hawking set a hand on her lower back. “You don’t have to remember a thing, Cuddle Bug. I’ve got it covered.”
She turned to him and smiled. It was impossible not to smile every time she looked at him this morning. If she’d thought he looked good in jeans, khakis, and polo shirts, he looked drool-worthy in a suit. And he was wearing a suit—navy like hers with a white shirt and navy tie. Brown leather shoes completed his outfit.