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  “I think I could enjoy some company,” she said playfully. Victor moved to get the bottle of wine he’d poured from and made up his mind not to press Danielle for anything regarding her brother the rest of the evening they were together; but he did have one thought: that it was possible that Danielle was in danger, given how angry her brother had apparently been.

  “I was thinking of something,” Victor said, topping up her glass of wine.

  “What’s that?” Danielle took a long sip of her drink, meeting his gaze with curiosity in her own.

  “I know we haven’t been dating for that long,” Victor began, “but maybe we could sort of do a trial run of you moving in with me—say, spend the week together.” Danielle’s eyes widened and she set her glass down.

  “You see me multiple times a day at work, and you’re already wanting to come home with me, too?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I think you’re moving a bit fast, don’t you?”

  Victor chuckled. “Can you tell me in all honesty that you would rather be on your own at night? If so, then you can do whatever you want. But I think it would be fun to come home to you here, every night—or come home together.”

  “Is that all that’s behind this?” Danielle crossed her arms over her chest.

  “No,” Victor admitted, knowing there was no point in lying to her. “I want you near me as much as possible, in case your brother tries to pull something.”

  “Oh shit,” Danielle said, deflating a little bit. “He really might. Fuck.” She shook her head and seemed to crumple in on herself slightly as that realization dawned on her. Victor stepped around the kitchen island completely and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

  “You can think about all that shit with him tomorrow,” Victor suggested. “You’ve been through more than enough today already.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

  “I can’t believe that I’ve lost this much trust in my brother so quickly,” Danielle said, and Victor heard the catch in her throat.

  “Maybe he’ll come to his senses,” Victor suggested. “You can always hope for that. In the meantime, let’s finish that glass of wine, and get you a hot shower, and then whatever you want for dinner.” He could almost feel Danielle smiling; he definitely felt her relaxing in his arms.

  “I really want to be offended right now and tell you that you can’t take my mind off of this by spoiling me like a kid...but you totally can take my mind off of this by spoiling me like a kid,” Danielle said. Victor chuckled.

  “I care about you, Dani,” he murmured. “Let’s put off thinking about anything else apart from enjoying each other until tomorrow, okay?” Danielle nodded.

  “That sounds like a solid deal,” she said. She turned around in his arms to face him. “But you’re going to have to work really hard for me not to think about anything else—I’m kind of preoccupied.” Victor snickered and brushed his lips against Danielle’s.

  “I think I can manage that,” he said.

  Chapter18

  Danielle tilted her head back as the hot water from the showerhead flowed down her back, relaxing her bit by bit. She could feel Victor’s presence behind her, but she knew she didn’t have to worry about him getting cold; his shower was the peak of luxury, with five or six different showerheads positioned so that no matter where one stood, they were in the flow of water from one direction or another.

  She knew, too, that Victor loved to watch her like this, naked with the water cascading down over her body, dripping along every curve as it followed the path gravity pulled it along. After two glasses of wine, and the promise of more whenever she might want it, and a few minutes in the steamy, comforting confines of the shower with Victor, she had almost—almost—forgotten why she was so upset in the first place.

  She felt Victor’s hands slide along her body, up from her waist to cup her breasts, and smiled, not bothering to turn her head or open her eyes. Just from his reaction to what she’d had to say, Danielle felt safe with him; safer than she’d felt with any man before in her life, and more comfortable to boot.

  He trusted her. He believed her. She knew how easy it would have been for him to believe his lawyer that there was no way it was coincidence that her brother was in charge of the mostly-phony charities and she’d donated Victor’s money to them.

  Stop thinking about that, she reminded herself, leaning into Victor’s touch as he began to gently pinch and roll her nipples between his fingertips. Immediately, jolts of sensation crackled from her nipples seemingly straight to her pussy, and Danielle moaned softly, barely avoiding getting a mouthful of water, as Victor worked her already-hard nubs slowly and steadily.

  She leaned back against him and felt his cock beginning to harden, pressed against the curve of her ass. Danielle grinned to herself and wiggled against Victor slightly, pressing her ass against his developing erection to encourage it to get even harder.

  Victor retaliated, letting one hand drift down along her abdomen and then slipping it between her legs, cupping her already-slick vulva. Danielle shivered as Victor’s fingertips slid up and down along her folds, pressing inward slowly until he found her clit and began to stroke her. She thought briefly about turning around in his arms, but after a moment or two, the thought passed and she gave into the pleasure of Victor’s touches, twisting and arching in his arms in reaction to his caresses.

  She let her head fall back to Victor’s shoulder, squirming against him as his caresses became more insistent. After a few moments she reached around behind her body, groping blindly until her questing fingers found Victor’s hard cock and began to stroke him awkwardly, as the position required.

  As she became more and more turned on, Danielle couldn’t stay where she was anymore—she needed more contact, better contact with Victor. She turned around to face him and kissed him hungrily, pressing her body against his in the midst of the flow from the different showerheads, letting the water flow around and between them as her tongue slid past Victor’s lips.

  Their hands wandered all over each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, and Danielle felt herself getting more and more turned on by the moment. She kissed Victor on the lips and then trailed her mouth down to his throat, nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there even as Victor returned her teasing with interest, his hands seemingly finding every erogenous zone on her body, all at the same time.

  Danielle pulled back slightly and looked into Victor’s eyes, feeling a kind of flirty mischief tingling through her along with the heat of her arousal. She held his gaze and sank down onto her knees on the floor of the shower in front of him, raising an eyebrow so that he would grasp the significance without her having to say anything.

  She gave him a moment to say no if he didn’t want what she was going to do, and then reached a hand up to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock, bringing his erection towards her face even as she leaned in to kiss the tip. She kept looking up into Victor’s face as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him and tasting the salty-sharp taste of his precum as it began to flow, coating her tongue.

  She took her time, teasing Victor with her lips and tongue, slowly—achingly slowly—taking him more and more into her mouth. Danielle sucked and licked, worshipping every inch of Victor’s hard cock, taking as much of him as she could and then giving herself a moment to adjust before taking a little more.

  Victor reached down, his fingers tangling in amongst the braids she’d put her hair into, not tugging but holding her lightly as she began to work him with her mouth. “Oh—fuck, it is...fuck, it is not fair how good you are at that,” Victor mused, moaning as Danielle reached up with her other hand to cup his balls.

  She knew—after a few months of constant sex with him—exactly what Victor liked, and as Danielle went to work, sucking and licking the man she cared about, she felt herself getting more and more turned on, fueled by the sense of power she had at the knowledge that she was bringing him closer and closer to or
gasm. Danielle also knew all the signs of Victor’s arousal mounting in him, knew what it was like as he came close to climax, and she consciously, carefully kept him right at the edge—backing off and slowing down just enough to keep him from tumbling into orgasm.

  When Victor had had enough of her teasing, he gently pushed her away, lifting Danielle onto her feet. She was unsteady for a moment from a mixture of the long time kneeling and the heat of the shower, and Victor took advantage of her brief dizziness to push her up against the wall, spreading her legs wide. It was—clearly—her turn to be tortured in the best possible way. Victor kissed her lips eagerly, and then moved down along the column of her throat, to her breasts, lingering there to claim each of her nipples in turn with his lips and tongue.

  Then Victor sank down to his knees in front of her and Danielle struggled to keep her eyes open as he gently peeled apart her labia, looking up at her with mischief in his eyes the moment before he buried his face against her pussy. Water pelted down against her skin from all directions as Victor sucked and licked, the tip of his tongue barely missing her clit—and she knew it was on purpose.

  Danielle moaned, her hands finding the top of Victor’s head and then tangling in his hair as he held her up against the wall, devouring her as if her pussy were an overripe peach, ready to fall apart in his grasp and dripping with juices. He pulled as much of her into his mouth as possible, his tongue sliding up and down along her inner labia, not quite penetrating her, teasing her relentlessly.

  Danielle’s knees went weak but she managed to stay up as Victor worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue darting up to flick against her pleasure center and then descending to her inner labia to barely penetrate her, and back again. Danielle’s eyes closed as Victor worked her with his mouth and then his fingers, sliding two inside of her as he focused his efforts on her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh—oh, fuck,” Danielle cried out, hearing her own voice echoing back into her ears as Victor sucked her clitoris into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against the bead of nerves steadily and fast. His fingers curled inside of her, rubbing against her inner walls, pushing slightly deeper until he found her inner pleasure center.

  Danielle nearly fell as Victor worked her, sucking and licking and rubbing her g-spot with his fingertips inside of her; she came closer and closer to climax and then tumbled over the edge, her whole body going tense and then flashes of sensation coursing through her veins as her inner muscles flexed and released in erratic spasms. She struggled to keep herself upright as the waves of pleasure washed through her, blanking out any thought about anything other than how good what Victor was doing to her felt.

  When the orgasm finally began to ebb, Victor continued to hold her up as Danielle sagged against the wall, barely able to support herself, panting and gasping. “I...I didn’t know you wanted…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Victor chuckled, rising slowly to his feet to hold her body against his.

  “Well I thought it might be fun to get you off first, before we go onto other things,” he said. Danielle rolled her eyes, grinning at him.

  “I thought the ‘other things’ would involve getting each other off,” she said. Victor grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips.

  “Well I wanted to make sure you were good and relaxed,” he told her. Danielle laughed.

  “I am definitely relaxed,” she agreed.

  “Then I think we can move on from the shower, don’t you?” Danielle looked around them; she had actually—somewhat—forgotten that they were still in the shower. She chuckled.

  “Yeah, I think we’re done in here,” she said. She reached down and found the thick hardness of Victor’s cock. “Unless you want to get off too?”

  “No, not yet,” Victor said. “I’d much rather come inside you.” He kissed her and Danielle was tempted to stay right where they were, to see if Victor was able to hold her up against the wall like before—only while buried inside of her, instead of kneeling in front of her. Instead, she let him turn off the water and shivered for a moment before grabbing the towels for them just outside the shower stall.

  Victor took one, but instead of wrapping it around himself, he began drying her off, and for a few moments they stood in the steamy confines together, teasing each other with the towels, rubbing and caressing and stroking each other’s bodies. Danielle felt her arousal building up again, desire humming along her veins, and she couldn’t wait to feel Victor inside of her again. Any thought of what had been bothering her before they got into the shower again was completely gone from her mind.

  She followed him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and they tumbled onto the bed together, touching and caressing each other everywhere. She kissed everywhere her lips could reach: along Victor’s neck, his chest, his shoulders, as her hands trailed downward towards his hips and then found his erection. She wrapped her fingers around Victor’s hot, hard cock and began to stroke him eagerly, feeling the slickness as his precum began to flow.

  “It’s still early,” Victor observed, nibbling along the column of her throat, up to her ear.

  “Yeah, so?” Danielle pushed her hips down as his hand slipped up between her legs to tease her.

  “So, we can go like this as long as you want,” Victor told her, nipping sharply at her earlobe.

  “I think I’m more than ready to go most of the night,” Danielle countered, her breath catching in her throat as Victor’s teeth caught the sensitive spot just below her jaw.

  “We’ll have to stop and eat at some point,” Victor said playfully. Danielle chuckled, breathless.

  “We will—but right now all I want is to feel you in me.” Victor shifted his hips, settling between her legs, and pushed her hand away.

  “I think we can make that happen,” Victor said, guiding the tip of his cock up against her slick, slippery folds. Danielle moaned softly, feeling the heat of him against her sensitive inner labia. He pressed the tip of his cock against her clit and Danielle moaned a little more loudly, pushing her hips down instinctively.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and then—all at once—Victor was sliding into her, filling her up inch by inch. Danielle pushed her hips down to meet his thrust, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. They moved together, falling into the same rhythm, touching each other and kissing each other; Danielle couldn’t have remembered what had happened earlier that day if she had even wanted to, if she tried.

  They continued teasing each other, one or the other slowing down just enough to keep the other one from hitting climax, feeling the tension mounting between them as they both became more and more turned on by the moment. Danielle struggled to hold back as Victor began thrusting harder and faster inside of her, one of his hands reaching down between their bodies to find her clit and begin stroking her there, as he held himself up on top of her on the other hand and both knees.

  She wanted to make sure they came at the same time—she knew that if she let Victor have his way, he’d get her off a second time before letting himself get off, and she wanted to keep things as close to even between them as possible. It was a kind of unspoken competition between the two of them to see which could get the other one off more, and Danielle was not going to let even the man she loved win by default.

  Finally, just when she was certain she couldn’t last much longer, Danielle could feel the tension reaching a breaking point in Victor’s body. She flexed her inner muscles around him, trying to get him to hit climax before her, but just the act of doing that—mixed with the feeling of him inside of her already, and the jolts of pleasure from his fingertips against her clit—sent her over the edge. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten all at once and then the tension broke, and she tumbled over into climax, moaning with pleasure against Victor’s neck.

  Victor wasn’t far behind her, and Danielle was just aware enough to feel him shudder against her as the first sticky-slick gush of his orgasm splashed deep inside of her pussy. They
continued moving together, both of them trying to milk the moment for everything it was worth, kissing each other haphazardly as their climaxes deepened.

  Danielle tried to hold onto her orgasm as long as possible, but after maybe five minutes—that felt like an hour—she was spent, and Victor was too, both of them collapsing to the bed in a tangled heap of humanity, cream-white and sepia limbs draped over and around each other.

  They both panted and gasped for breath, and Danielle’s pulse hammered in her ears, for a second or two, deafening her—but she didn’t care. For the moment, she felt as if everything were right in the world, and that was what was most important.

  The Final Chapter

  Victor followed Danielle as she stepped into the District Attorney’s office, knowing that what she was about to do was one of the hardest things she could do—at least, it would become the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life up until that point.

  They’d sat on the recording for about a month, trying to decide what to do with it. Since Sam had thought that he’d destroyed the recording and the device together, he had limited himself to sulky messages and calls to Danielle about how she’d betrayed him, and for a while, Victor knew, she’d been grappling with a sense of guilt—no matter how misplaced it was—over having done it. He took a deep breath.

  “I wanted to make sure you know, whatever you decide to do—even if you decide to back out, I’ll be with you,” he murmured in Danielle’s ear. She flashed him a quick smile and then turned her attention onto the DA.

  “I have to do this,” she said quietly. Victor nodded, giving her hand a squeeze, and they both moved to sit down across from the district attorney. He was a middle-aged man, as they tended to be, dressed in a slightly rumpled suit, hair starting to gray at the temples, and glasses perched on his nose making his dark eyes look bigger than usual.

  “I understand that you wanted to talk to me about a crime?” Danielle nodded and Victor saw her take a deep breath. It helped, he was sure, that she was dressed just as stylishly as she would have been for work: a Marc Jacobs dress, a pair of Jimmy Choo heels, making her look as respectable as humanly possible.