“We’re not having sex, no matter how tempting you are,” Sebastian said even as his hands cupped my ass and rubbed my pussy against his cock, coating it in my arousal.
I kissed his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and then nipped his skin with my teeth.
“I don’t want to have sex.” I pushed him onto his back. “Well, not the way you’re thinking.”
He relaxed back onto the bed, tucking his arms behind his head.
“Be my guest. If you’d rather I come in your mouth than your pussy, who am I to argue?”
Sliding off his body, I grabbed his thick cock, fisting the base. Damn, his dick was amazing. How he fucked me without tearing me in half was a wonder. But then again, he always had me so ready for him. The slight discomfort was well worth the pleasure.
“Are you going to stare at it or do something with it?”
Sebastian’s question snapped me out of my thoughts and I squeezed him from root to tip and back down. Precum dripped from the slit on the bulbous head of his erection. My mouth watered for a taste of him, but instead of giving in to my desire, I licked the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I smiled and continued my exploration before I took him fully into my mouth, going so deep that he hit the back of my throat. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to hold off the gag reflex.
As if my discomfort aroused Sebastian more, his cock seemed to grow harder and thicker. With each downward movement, it became easier to take him. When his hand fisted in my hair to aid the movement of my mouth, I knew his orgasm was upon him.
I released him with a pop, pulling free of his hold, and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the sting of my lips and the wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Isa.” Sebastian’s growl was feral.
“As you said, I have the power. Especially when your dick is in my mouth. Now you get to suffer the same way I am.”
Sebastian
“Don’t be mad. You know you deserved it,” Isa said as she took the steps leading onto the tarmac of McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.
The temperature was cool and dry, a sharp contrast to the last time I’d been here. It was years ago, when I’d attended the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. It hadn’t been my family’s first choice of schools for me to attend, but then again, they had no idea I was a fresh recruit into the lower ranks of Interpol, and one of their best training facilities was in Nevada.
“I’m not mad.”
“Sure, you aren’t.” Isa smirked, and for the first time since we landed, took in the mountains and buildings near us.
She turned to me, her eyes bright with excitement. “We’re in Vegas.”
Her joy cooled the irritation I’d felt since she’d walked away a few seconds before I blew my load down her throat.
“You need to remember. While we’re here, we are Sebastian and Isa Kohl. Weber and Benz don’t exist.”
“As if I couldn’t figure out that on my own. Kohl it is, but I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
At that moment, a blacked-out Suburban pulled up and out stepped Hagen and Persephone Lykaios. Hagen with his tanned arms covered in ink and a natural scowl on his face towered over his beautiful, dark-haired, almost pixie-sized wife with her unique mixture of Greek and Indian heritage.
“Penny,” Isa shouted and ran down the remainder of the stairs, her words to me forgotten.
“Isa.”
The two women embraced and chattered, most of which I couldn’t understand as they were switching between German and English without taking a breath. I hadn’t realized Penny knew German.
Why was I surprised? She was a genius with a level of intelligence I’d only seen in one other person—her brother Adrian.
“We have to speak English here. You know the rules. Whatever country we’re in, is the language we speak,” Isa said as she took Penny’s hands.
The way Isa spoke English was unlike anything I expected—it was eloquent with a hint of a British accent. It was probably because of all the years she’d spent in the United Kingdom studying.
Penny pursed her lips. “Come on. I haven’t been to Germany since you opened your first club.”
“Rules are rules.” Isa shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not the one who made up the rules. You did.”
“I’m your elder. You’re supposed to let me have my way.”
“Has that line ever worked on anyone?”
Penny shrugged. “It was worth a try. Come on, let’s get you in the car.”
The women walked hand in hand to the car.
Isa wasn’t kidding when she’d said she was friends with Penny.
Hagen watched me with those eyes that had always seen too much. He’d spent most of his youth as a mob enforcer before going straight. Well, as straight as anyone in Vegas could go.
We clasped hands as I approached him, and let him pull me into a hug.
“It’s been a long time. So you married our Eloisa Wolff.”
Wolff?
Isa turned and glanced at me as she stepped into the car, humor in her gaze before returning her attention to whatever Penny was saying.
Well, that was what she’d been going to tell me. I should have figured that Isa would never let anyone know her family’s connections unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Yes, I married her. She’s a Kohl now.”
Hagen smirked. “If that’s the way we’re going to play it, I’ll go along.”
Hagen had been one of the first to figure out neither Adrian nor I were normal college students. He’d kept our secrets, never asking who we actually worked for. Though Adrian had told him when he went to work for Hagen and his brothers, I had never revealed my ties.
Nevertheless, I was positive he knew of my connection to Interpol and my family.
“How’s Adrian?” I was looking forward to seeing the man who’d been my best friend
