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  Of course, he did. He had already agreed to my terms, so I was amenable. Besides that, spending time with him all night and now being in the same room with him had gotten to me. The drinks I had put away through the night had gotten to my mind but I wasn’t doing anything with him that I didn’t expressly want to do. I turned around slowly and bent over, at the same time hiking up the skirt of my dress so that it rose over my hips and thighs. I was wearing a white, lacy thong. I hadn’t expected anyone to get a look at my pants tonight but I was thankful that they were one of my nicer pairs. I turned back around in time to see the look on his face. He was flushed. He swallowed and nodded, unlatching his watch.

  “Now you.”

  I slid the panties off and placed them next to his watch on the table. I stood in front of him and looked up at his eyes. They were blue, a beautiful blue which looked like it got brighter in the light and darker in the shade. Oh no, this wasn't going to be easy. His jaw was set, and he looked determined. He wasn't going down without a fight.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Go.” I stared into his eyes. Seconds passed but they felt like much longer. I tried to concentrate. Think about the money, think about the watch, think about what we were going to be doing later. His eyes were so deep. They had seen me at my absolute lowest moment. They had been in my fantasies for years on end. I felt my eyes start to water. He was going to beat me. I had to do something.

  I didn't think. One second, I was staring into his eyes, the next, I was rising up on my tiptoes and our lips met. His eyes widened, and then they shut as he deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to cup my chin.

  I pulled away laughing. “You closed your eyes. I won.”

  He looked dazed and a little drunk, but he smiled at me.

  “You played dirty.”

  “You still lost.”

  “I haven't lost anything.” He pulled me into him and kissed me again. He groaned, deep in his chest, parting his lips and taking me into him. My whole body reacted. I embraced him, as passionately as he embraced me. He pulled me in, fumbling with the back of my dress to try and get it unzipped. I pushed him away.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Can we at least make it to the bed this time?” I was impatient.

  He laughed and took my hand. We walked through the suite to the massive bedroom.

  “Better?” he asked.

  I grinned. I stood facing away from him so he could unzip my dress. I pulled it off. I was naked underneath since I hadn’t worn a bra and my panties were already gone. I turned around to face him only for him to tackle me onto the bed. I collapsed onto it, laughing.

  We kissed. His hands ran over my body, my breasts, my waist, my hips, and thighs, groping and squeezing greedily. He was still dressed, which was not ideal. I started pawing at his shirt so he could take it off. He stopped, getting off of me long enough to do just that, taking off his trousers and kicking off his shoes at the same time.

  “You're an eager beaver,” I said.

  “Have you seen yourself?”

  I laughed as he kissed my neck. His lips continued their way down my body, kissing over my chest, and paying attention to both of my nipples. I closed my eyes savoring with sensation. He went down my stomach and then got between my legs. The last time that anybody had eaten me out was, five years ago. It was him. Pussy-eating wasn’t in Russell’s repertoire but he fully expected me to suck him off. I almost screamed when Niall’s lips touched my clitoris.

  “You okay?” he asked pausing.

  “Don't you dare stop.”

  5

  Niall

  I dove between her thighs, like a starving man. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her in my bed again. I worked on her, responding to her moans and whimpers. She loved it. It made me hard to give her so much pleasure. She deserved it, hell, I deserved it. Her hand went to my hair, pulling.

  “I'm going to come,” she warned. It was as good for me as it was for her. She shouted, bucking off the bed, shuddering, shaking. I licked her as she came. She was beautiful, I loved to make her feel like that. I would give anything to have her like this all the time. She was the sexiest woman I had ever had the pleasure of being with. If the night five years ago had been intense, this one might end up killing me.

  I got between her legs, climbing on top of her. She grabbed me and pulled me close, catching me off-guard so she was able to roll on top of me and flip us over. I laughed, laying on my back as she straddled me.

  “What's the matter?” she asked. Nothing. Not a thing in the world. I had a goddess astride me, her hot, wet pussy waiting for me. I had the best view I could have ever asked for, lying there getting a front-row seat to her luscious body on full display.

  “Your move,” I said.

  She slid my cock into her, and I stopped breathing. She felt incredible around me, hot, tight, deep. She started writhing and I reached up to grab her breasts. She was curvaceous, her breasts and hips generous and womanly. I watched the pleasure play out on her face, her cheeks turning red and her auburn hair flying behind her. I wanted to immortalize the image of her forever in my mind.

  I grabbed her around the waist and started thrusting up into her. She squealed and held herself steady above me. She felt amazing. I couldn't get enough of her. As much as I wanted it to last, she was taking it out of me. I could feel my climax approaching. I thrust up into her as hard and as fast as I could. My orgasm hit like a knife in my back, completely stopping me in my tracks. I released inside her, rope after rope of come, completely spent.

  I fell back onto the bed breathless. She slowly moved off of me and lay on the bed at my side. Never, not in a million years did I think that a trip to London to see my father would end up like this. It was absolutely worth it coming here early. I never thought that I would see the Baroness, Eddy again much less get to have sex with her again. Memories about her wouldn’t leave me alone for five long years and now, we were back here again. A sweaty mess tangled in the sheets.

  It seemed like gambling was always going to be part of the story with us. The circumstances last time were borderline embarrassing and I wasn’t sure whether this time was that much of an improvement, but she put herself on the line this time, not her husband. She was still technically married even though the current situation said something different. I couldn’t care more about her marriage than she did.

  I wanted her so much. I had been with other women since, of course, but I never forgot her. No one ever measured up. I felt like she was off-limits all this time but then here she was. I couldn’t believe it. I rolled onto my side and threw an arm over her, mostly just to feel her next to me. I pulled her in and buried my nose in her hair.

  “Niall? Niall… Niall?”

  “Hm?” I had dozed off.

  “I need to pee,” she said. I laughed, squeezing her one more time and then let her go. The toilet flushing pulled me back again from the edge of sleep. I felt her climb back onto the bed and snuggle back into me. I held her close, hearing her sigh contentedly. This was perfect. I might as well have been dreaming already, it felt that good. I hadn’t been this happy in years.

  I opened my eyes, then closed them immediately. Too much alcohol, not enough water. Was it morning already? A beam of weak sunlight was shining through the windows. I hadn't bothered closing the curtains last night. I was a little occupied when I got back after the casino.

  Speaking of being occupied, I felt the bed. Nothing. I opened my eyes. I was alone. Her side of the bed was cold already. I got out of the bed and checked the bathroom. Nothing. Okay, the suite was large, maybe she was somewhere else.

  I checked each room. She was gone.

  That was it then, was it? I walked through the living room. Her panties were on the table where she left them, but the watch was gone. Guess she won it fair and square, kind of. I grabbed the pants and flopped into one of the armchairs.

  A goodbye would have been nice. Why was I even expecting something like that? It wasn
’t like this was anything more than a one-night stand for her, clearly. The suite’s emptiness was palpable. It rose up around me and started to choke. It was a familiar feeling. She had a night of passion with me and then left with my watch. It was the money all this time, again. All my life. It was like this with my parents and now I got to do it again with the Baroness. With Eddy. It stung more with her. I looked over at the bar. It was morning but when had that ever stopped me. I stood and walked over, searching the stock.

  All I had was one bottle of vodka. That would do. I didn’t have any mixers though. I called room service to send a bottle of orange juice up, I wasn’t a complete savage. Even I would be concerned for the fucker having straight vodka first thing in the morning. Orange juice and vodka, however, was close enough to a balanced breakfast for me to let it slide. I went back to the bedroom as I waited to grab my phone.

  I caught the time, it was nine. That meant it was five in the morning in New York. Charlie wouldn’t be awake yet. Not that he would be any fun to talk to. He was boring as it was, complete square. Corporate slave type. The man turned one of the rooms in his house into an office for fuck’s sake, that’s how much he loved working. He had gotten even worse since getting married. I loved Brenna but I doubted her taste seeing as she had not only picked him, but allowed him to knock her up. There was a message from him but I’d get to it later.

  I scrolled idly on my phone, then opened the search engine.

  Baron of Belshire, I typed. It had been a while since we had seen each other. I knew his wife was in good health but what about him? Not that it would make me feel better, but I was curious. Nothing like a little self-flagellation in the morning. What kind of an idiot let a woman like Eddy out of their sights long enough for her to sleep with someone else?

  The page filled with results. I almost dropped the phone.

  Russell Nicholas, the former Baron of Belshire. Deceased.

  The bastard was dead. How the hell had something like that slipped Eddy’s mind when I asked her. She didn’t tell me on purpose. Wait, that meant she wasn’t married anymore. I stopped, getting distracted. She hid it for me. Why wouldn’t she tell me that she was a widow? More importantly, why wouldn’t she tell me she was single?

  6

  Edwina

  I opened my eyes. The sun was out behind the drawn curtains, it was morning. I closed them again and stretched luxuriously on the soft sheets. I was underneath a comfortably heavy duvet in a large, beautifully furnished spare bedroom. There was a television mounted on the wall and a sound system that seldom got used. It was one spare room out of three. Only one person lived in this house. I couldn't really comment on the excess of Missy's townhouse given where I lived, but since having to scale back my lifestyle so much, I had gotten to the point of being impressed whenever I was at her place.

  Of course, I was staying with a friend. What was I supposed to do? Stay at a hotel? With which money? I barely had enough to get by. I looked lazily to the bedside table where Niall’s watch was sitting. That watch was almost my entire net worth at the moment. The money from selling it was going to have to last months, enough for me to figure out what I needed to do next.

  This system was not sustainable. I thought back to last night. I couldn't just wander into a casino and find a rich man to bribe out of his pricy possessions whenever I needed money. All of that said though, I did not regret last night. I was a little sore after the way Niall worked me over but I wasn't complaining, it felt good. I couldn't believe it though. I never thought that it would come to this. Even when Russell died and I first learned about how bad the money situation was, I never imagined resorting to gambling in order to make a few coins.

  I felt a little guilty, even though I had won the watch. I played dirty, but it wasn't like Niall would miss it. He probably had a dozen more in his collection. Thirty thousand pounds in cash, watches, jewelry, cars, it didn't matter; it was probably just a drop in the bucket to him. It was a last resort. With more choice, I never would have done it. I was never going to do it again.

  As much as I had enjoyed seeing Niall again and as much as I enjoyed last night, doing it again would be too risky. I needed money, but I got way too close to exposing my secret to him. Overall, however, the night was a success. I got the watch, I had fun, he still didn't know my secret and last night had put me in a great mood. It had broken a dry spell and honestly, anything that took my mind off of the mess that was my finances was a welcome treat. The events of the past couple of months since Russell’s death had taken a toll on my self-esteem. Feeling desirable, sexy, and being able to give into a night of fun with a beautiful man felt like a conventional pleasure that I deserved once in a while.

  I felt a lot of things after last night, but regret was not one of them. I was single and both of us wanted it, maybe me even more than him. I got out of bed and headed to the shower to wash off. I was so knackered when I got in last night that I went straight to bed. I was kind of sad to be washing off Niall's scent, but the shower was refreshing. I made liberal use of Missy’s fancy scented gels and potions, washing my hair as well. After getting dressed and pampering a little, I made my way downstairs.

  The scent of breakfast hit me as soon as I opened up the door. My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled as I made my way to the kitchen. I hadn't eaten dinner last night, not smart, given how much I had drunk.

  “Good morning Greta,” I said walking into the kitchen. Missy's cook, Greta greeted me with a smile.

  “Good morning, Ms. Nicholas,” she said. “Did you sleep well?”

  “I slept wonderfully, thank you. What a fantastic surprise,” I said approaching the breakfast table. It was fantastic, a veritable feast. There were plates of fresh, sliced fruit, an array of pastries, sausage, and bacon. Missy and I were going to be the only two eating, but there was enough food on the table for a family of four or five. Greta asked me whether I wanted some tea or coffee. I told her that I would be all right with some juice. She served me as I sat and tucked into a still-warm croissant. This used to be the life that I had.

  Before money got tight, Russell and I could afford to be extravagant. Missy still lived this way while it was rare for me now. Usually, experiencing Missy’s lifestyle while I was now removed from it jarred me but for once, I didn't feel guilty at the thought of indulging. Not having it had made me grateful for what I had once taken for granted. I hadn't really grown up with the type of luxuries that I was afforded after marrying Russell, but the years with Russell, unhappy as they were at times, had been abundant.

  You know what? While I was here, I deserved this too. Who knew when the next time I would be able to eat so well would be? I dug in, trying a little bit of everything. Missy joined in as I was serving bacon on to my plate.

  “Up already?” she asked breezing into the kitchen. Missy was every bit the London socialite. She had come from money and lived a life of leisure. While she technically had a job, she wasn't the type that needed to present a CV when she was looking for employment. She was a creative director at a fashion magazine, a job that she had gotten through one of her parents' many connections. Her hours, putting it lightly, were flexible. Mostly she spent her time vacationing, attending events, and looking beautiful.

  I both did and did not envy her lifestyle. Who didn’t want that? To live life one hundred percent carefree and indulgent? On the other hand, I wondered whether she ever got bored. If she did, the world was quite literally her oyster and she could do anything. That was what I envied the most, the freedom. The ability to be carefree especially since the last couple months since my husband had died had been such a struggle.

  “Don't you have a job?” I asked. She waved her hand at me impatiently as she sat.

  “This is the first time I'm seeing you in the months and you want to talk about work? You walked out on me last night.”

  “I had some business to attend to.”

  “Hm, business,” she said. I had told her a little white lie about what it w
as I was doing the night before. I didn't feel good about it, but I felt worse about telling her the truth. My pride was all I had left. She knew that I was struggling and she had offered help at every turn. Help usually meant money, but I was not prepared to accept her charity. Staying over at her house already felt like I was overstepping sometimes. I didn't want her to know the worst of it because then she would feel sorry for me. I despised pity, even from Missy, my closest friend. I never wanted to experience that. So, I fudged the truth a little bit.

  “That's right. Business.”

  She pursed her lips then took a bite of buttered toast. Even doing that, she managed to look glamorous. She was in a black, sheer robe that brushed along the floor as she walked. Without makeup, her skin had a beautiful, healthy glow. She had just gotten back from Tulum, so she had a wonderful golden tan that with her dark hair and light eyes made her look exotic. She was curvy with an incredible hourglass figure. Because she had money, she could afford custom made designer wear.

  “When did you get in last night?” she asked.

  “Late. I was being careful not to wake you. I ended up running into an old friend and we lost track of time.”

  “An old friend, was it?” she asked, scrutinizing me with her gray eyes. My body betrayed me, reacting to the memories of last night. I felt my cheeks heat up and an ache start between my legs. “Oh my gosh, it was a man.”

  I shrugged and tried to brush it off. “Yes. It was a man. What of it?”

  “I know he has to be more than a friend if he has you blushing like that. What happened last night? Did you get laid?”

  “You don't have to say it like that,” I said.

  “My God,” she said, “you did. You left me hanging last night to go and have sex.”

  My blush burned hotter.

  “I didn't leave you hanging. I came to London because I had things to do. I just happened to run into him. It was a total surprise. I didn't even call ahead to see whether he was going to be in the city.”