“What are you doing?” He mumbles against my slit.
“Being your equal,” I reply.
Magnus chuckles when he realizes what I’m doing. Then he accommodates me by stretching his long body on the sofa. I grin down at him before I crawl on top, sitting right on his face.
I savor the feel of his tongue and lips against my clit as the music thumps around us and the fireworks burst in the air outside. The excitement adds a delicious thrill to the pleasure coursing through my body. It’s only deviantly enhanced by the knowledge that just outside that window, about fifty people are gathered to watch the show in the air. All they’d have to do is turn around and look up, craning their neck a bit too….
“Magnus!” I scream as the first orgasm hits me. My fingers dig into his chest if only to keep from falling off him.
If he has any objection to my lack of reciprocity, he doesn’t voice it. In fact, his tongue only moves more rapidly, circling and flicking the tiny little nub.
But I’m just as ravenous as he is, and his huge, hard dick is too tempting a treat. I lean forward and surround the head with my lips, sinking lower until I can’t take any more. He feels so thick and powerful in my mouth; it’s enough to get me off.
The vibration of my throat as I moan with a second orgasm is enough to cause him to moan as well. The mix of sensations is wild, and being here on the Mako with most of Monte Carlo celebrating around us creates a buzz inside of me that turns to pure lightning.
I work faster, rising and falling, snaking my tongue over every vein and swirling around the head as I rise. My hands crawl over his thick, corded thighs and find his balls to fondle.
Magnus erupts into my mouth just as I have my third orgasm. We come together as the fireworks outside grow even more intense. I swallow every drop and don’t let go until I feel him start to lose his erection.
When it’s over, I’m almost too weak to even roll off him. Magnus shifts in such a way that my body naturally slides off, and I end up cradled in his lap.
I stare at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious but still excited about what happened.
“I can’t believe we did that with so many people around.”
“I can kick them off if it makes you feel better.”
I laugh and shake my head, then turn to look outside. “No, they might as well have as much fun as we’ve just had.”
“I doubt they are, but fair enough.”
I laugh again, then turn back to look at him, getting serious as I drape my arm around his neck. “You have to come back, Magnus.”
His hand comes up to cup my face. “If I ever needed a reason to, you’re it, Sloane.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven Magnus
I landed in Cape Town two days ago.
Those first days were spent at the South African offices for Conniver Media, touring the facilities, and personally meeting with the heads of departments.
I waited until the very last moment to have Sloane send Gabriel the message about my interest in Conniver. Until then, most of the world suspected my money was going toward the purchase of a football team in Brussels, thanks to an article by the financial journalist Simon McCune.
Now, I’m ready to make my kill shot.
Literally.
The moment I landed here, the news spread in the business world that I was looking to purchase a Rueben Bakker’s controlling interest in the corporation. Which bodes well for anyone who has recently purchased stock. The moment those papers are signed, the share price will skyrocket.
Rueben was unable to meet with me himself, being that this is the week he’s hunting his Black Rhino.
With one Jan Vorster.
Now that all the pomp and circumstance is over, I’m in a hole-in-the-wall bar in a part of the city that is well off the tourist beaten path. The two things keeping me safe are my size, and the don’t-fuck-with-me look on my face.
I gradually nurse the beer in front of me until the appropriate time. At exactly ten after ten, I get up to leave with the glass still half full. Finishing the beer wouldn’t be enough to dull my senses, but there’s no point in tempting fate.
I walk about six blocks, my ears, eyes, and intuition all on high alert for anyone following me.
The car is waiting on a side street. I stop at a building about ten feet away from it and pull out a brick to find the keys. Looking around once again, and finding no one, I get in the car.
Even if someone was spying on me, the long drive that will take me well into the next day will be enough to drop the tail.
* * *
I’ve been hiking all morning with nothing but a canteen of water, a tracker, and the Big Horn Armory Model 89 lever-action rifle in 500, the same as Rueben is carrying. His gun has been conveniently fitted with a hidden tracking device by a member of the team that drove Jan and him in. All it took was ten thousand American dollars.
It works well for my plans that Jan prefers to be the only guide leading a hunter to their game. I almost hope I’ve caught them before they managed to down the black rhino. There is something poetic about it.
I’m close enough now to know their general location, and I put the tracker away to use my senses. From here, I’ll not only have to keep an eye out for the two of them but also make sure I’m not discovered.
Once again, I’m glad I participate in pentathlons. It will not only help when it comes time to aim and pull the trigger, making damn sure I accomplish a kill shot, but it’s helped with the stamina to get me
