The Stand Off (29 page)

“That was a good one,” he said in
a smug tone.

Although the orgasm was over, the
vibrator wasn’t allowing it to fully end. Her body shook from the repetitive
bursts of over stimulation to her swollen clit.

“I wonder how many more times you
can come before you crack.” He began to slide his fingers inside of her,
forcing the orgasm to linger.

“Nooo!” she cried under the scarf
as she felt it spark again.

“Tell me his real name and I’ll
stop,” he said as he pulled the scarf down from her mouth.

“I told you the truth… I don’t
know his real name,” she cried breathlessly and then began to shake her head
vigorously when he grabbed the remote. “No more!”

“I’m turning it off,” he
reassured her as he turned the vibrators off. He pulled his drenched fingers
out of her pussy and put them in his mouth for a moment. He then proceeded to
untie her from the chair and carefully carried her back to the bed.

Being careful to avoid her over
stimulated vagina, he laid her down and then sat next to her. He smoothed her
damp hair back from her face and bent to kiss her lips.

“I want you to rest now,” he said
feeling a pang of guilt for overdoing it.

“How am I supposed to rest when I
just had like a thousand orgasms in a row? My vagina is still tingling,” she
yelled dramatically. His guilt quickly morphed to lust at her words. He took a
deep breath and got off the bed before he did something they would both regret.

“You don’t have to sleep, but you
need to rest your body for a little bit. We’re not finished.”

He grabbed the top of her dress
and pulled it up to cover her breasts. They were tempting him beyond reason but
he knew that she needed to rest. He’d worn her out.

“I don’t know his real name,” she
said in an agitated tone.

“We’ll talk about it later.” The
ripped, sheer dress was doing nothing to hide her breasts. He pulled the cover
over her, but she shoved it down and sat up.

“No, we will
not
discuss
it later. We are going to talk about it right now!” she demanded.

“After you rest.” He sat back
down next to her and held her face in his hands.

“I’m telling you the truth,” she
told him.

He didn’t answer, he kissed her
instead. He kissed her softly, urging her to open her mouth and accept his
tongue. After a moment of gentle coaxing, she parted her lips. Holding the
sides of her face he thrust his tongue into her mouth and began to kiss her
into oblivion. He continued to kiss her until he felt her body settle down. She
was exhausted and it didn’t take long. He laid her back against the pillows and
then broke their kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open and she
sighed, “I’m not lying.”

He kissed her forehead and then
reached over to turn off the light. Even though the thick drapes prevented the
sunlight from entering, it wasn’t dark enough… he could still see her. He lay
next to her and pulled her close as she snuggled into him. He couldn’t sleep; not
with his raging erection and no immediate source of release. He’d overdone it
with Lux and he’d not only hurt her, but he hurt himself in the process. He
wanted to slide inside of her so badly, but he knew that her body would not be
able to handle any added stimulation right now. Instead, he lay wide eyed next
to her, content to simply enjoy the way her breasts crushed against his chest.

The next couple of hours
stretched out for what felt like seven days’ worth of neglect to his cock. He’d
been fighting for control for the last thirty minutes and was relieved when Lux
finally woke up. Dean almost lost the control he’d been using when she sat up
and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts bounced with her movements
and forced his starving cock to stand at attention.

“Feel better?” he asked as he
turned on the light.

“Oddly enough, I feel better than
ever. But I do need a shower; I’m all sweaty and sticky.” She frowned as she
slid to the edge of the bed.

“I bet you are,” he grinned as he
got off the bed and helped her to her feet. He held her hand and watched her
hips sway as they walked into the bathroom.

“Actually a long, hot, bubble
bath sounds better,” she said as she bent to turn on the bath water. He took
the opportunity to caress her ass, carefully avoiding her sex.

“Is your vagina still tingling?”
he chuckled as she stood up.

“You tell me,” she answered as
she grabbed his hand and put it between her legs, “does it feel like it’s still
tingling?”

He growled as he grabbed the back
of her head and bent to kiss her. Just as he was ready to embed his finger deep
inside of her, she pulled his hand away, and stepped back to pull off her
dress.

“Get in with me,” she said before
she stepped into the tub.

“Good idea,” he said as he pulled
off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. He was just about to undo his pants
when his phone rang. He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket to see that it
was his brother calling.

“I have to get this.”

“Okay.” Lux nodded as she grabbed
the body wash.

“Yeah,” Dean hissed into his
phone as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Got a minute?” Johann asked.

“Not right this minute; I’ll get
a hold of you soon.”

“Make it very soon, I have some
news,” Johann told him.

“Important?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll call you right back,” Dean
finished.

“Hurry,” Johann said before Dean
hung up. He walked back into the bathroom with a frown on his face.

“Is everything alright?” Lux
asked.

“It was my brother; something is
going on at work,” he lied smoothly. “I need to call him right back. Finish
getting cleaned up, and we’ll finish where we started when I get back.”

“Well can I at least have my
phone so I can call my sister? I’m sure she’s worried by now.”

“Of course.” He nodded as he
pulled a cell phone out of his pants pocket. He wanted her to have it in case
she needed to reach him as well. “I was going to give it you anyway.”

“Like in case I slipped in the
tub or something,” she grinned as she grabbed the towel and dried her hands.

“Exactly.”

“So does that mean that you won’t
be tying me up while you’re gone?” she raised her brows.

“No, I’m not going to tie you up
but if you do something that I don’t want you to do while I’m gone, I
will
punish you.” He warned her in a calm voice.

“I understand,” she said with a
nod and a sweet smile as the image of his hand slapping her ass popped into her
head.

“If you call that detective, that
phone will alert me.” He said as he handed her the phone.

“Why the hell would I call him?
He’s the one that got me into this damn mess.”

“Is he?” he asked, and she
frowned at his question. She was about to remark on it when she caught a
glimpse of the phone in her hand.

“Hey, this isn’t my phone,” she
looked at the expensive, top of the line, fresh off the shelf phone.

“That’s your new phone.
Everything from your old phone has been transferred over to this one.”

“You’re giving this to me?”

“Yes.”

“This is way too expensive; I
can’t accept this.”

“You don’t have a choice. Look at
the back of the phone… on the bottom,” he instructed.

Lux turned the phone over and saw
the L<3 printed on the bottom. Her heart swelled with a million different
emotions. She’s always put the L<3 on all of her own phones, and it warmed
her heart that he’d noticed. She had always used nail polish to apply it, and
the enamel always chipped over time. This had been professionally done, and it
was flawless.

“I love it,” she smiled.

“I had it made before I found out
about the pictures of my brothers ex-fiancée.” As he spoke, Lux’s smile
faltered.

“You still don’t believe me?” she
asked with disappointment.

“I want to believe you, but you
kept his name a secret from me for too long. I know that his name is not
Clifton Branch, and I believe that you know that, too.”

“I don’t what his name is.”

She was not upset that Clifton
had lied to her; she was upset that Dean believed him. Under normal
circumstances, she would be furious enough to destroy Clifton’s life for his
trickery but right now, Clifton was the very least of her worries. She would
deal with Clifton’s deceit later; right now the only thing she cared about was
Dean.

“If you’d done a little research
on him before you hired him, then you would know that Clifton Branch does not
exist. I’ll be back soon,” he said before he left the bathroom.

He wanted to believe her but the
voice inside of his head was telling him to use caution. She was tricky and the
worst part was that he was already caught in her trap. He wanted her in his
life, he needed her… but he was wary of her. He didn’t believe Michael Bender, but
there were things that did not settle well with him.

Lux watched Dean leave the room
and automatically went into action. She jumped out of the tub and grabbed a
towel. She dried herself off and then grabbed the new pair of panties that
she’d grabbed on the way in.

“You have to fix this, and you
have to fix this now,” she whispered to herself as she looked around the room.

She knew that there was no way
she would be able to convince Dean like this; not here. It made no difference
what she said; he would only believe that she’d said it because he had her
restrained. She needed to get away from him and try again. Once she was free,
she would be able to make him listen. She would be able to talk to him without
him using the scarf to shut her up. He would see that she was out of his reach
and still maintaining the same story; he’d have to believe her. However, if
that didn’t work, then she would find Clifton and force him to tell Dean the
truth. One way or another, she would convince Dean, but she couldn’t do it from
within these walls.

“But how in the hell do I get
out of this place?”
she asked herself before she focused on the window and
grinned. Realizing that she could not go outside in her ripped, sheer dress,
she grabbed the white T-shirt he took off before he left.

Once dressed, she walked over and
looked out of the large window. She saw a cute little decorative ladder to the
left hand side and her grin grew to a wide smile. Holding her phone tightly,
she quickly opened the window and climbed out to the ledge below. She took a
deep breath to steady herself before she inched her way over to the ladder;
thankful that it was close to the window. She took the first step on the ladder
and breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t crack under her weight.
Nevertheless, she held the ladder tightly as she somewhat slid down to the next
step.

“Shit,” she cursed a little too
loudly when she scratched the underside of her breast. She immediately looked
around to see if Dean was near. She exhaled in relief when she didn’t see him
come running from around the corner. She took her time as she climbed down the
rest of the ladder and was once again thankful when she made it to the bottom
in one piece, despite the scratch.

Dean rushed downstairs to his
office and slammed the door behind him. He grabbed a bottle of liquor from the
mini bar and walked over to sit at his desk. He poured himself a glass and
quickly drained it. Fearing that the news would be bad, he poured another
before he put the bottle in his desk drawer. He took a deep steadying breath
and then called Johann.

“What did you find out?” Dean
barked.

“I’m putting you on speaker;
Vaughn’s here,” Johann replied.

“What did you find out?” Dean
repeated.

“First and foremost; Bender fell
off the map. He is officially M.I.A.,” Johann informed him.

“He’s gone?” Dean sat up in his
chair.

“Yes. However, the pictures of
you and the governor’s wife have turned up since his disappearance,” Johann
told him.

“I’m surprised he waited so
long,” Dean murmured.

“They were hand-delivered to
In.ur.biz
magazine but Claudio already had his staff prepared for it this time. They will
not release the pictures,” Vaughn told him.

“Hand-delivered?” Dean
questioned.

“It doesn’t matter;
they
sent the pictures to other magazines,” Johann interjected.

“They?” Dean asked as his stomach
instantaneously knotted up. He felt as if time stood still for the brief moment
that he waited for his brother to respond.

“Please don’t let it be Lux;
please!”
Was the only thought running through his mind.

“We found out that he’s not
working alone,” Johann said but his words sounded like they were in slow motion
to Dean.

“Lux?” Dean asked with a voice
full of thick emotion.