Explore Her, More of Her (6 page)

A phone rings. We both look at his pants pocket.

“Is that a cell phone?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Did you have one when you got here?”

“No. I had one brought to me this afternoon.”

I frown. “Oh. When did you start putting it in your pocket again?” I thought Angelina had convinced him to keep his cell phone out of his pocket.

Belmont takes out the cell phone and looks at the screen. “I normally don’t. I forgot. It’s the helicopter operator. He’s ready for you.”

I try to sit up, but Belmont’s hand stops me.
 

He shakes his head. “He’s going to have to wait.”

Belmont works faster. He undoes my pants and snatches them off, along with my panties. I figure it’ll be a quickie, but he smashes his mouth between my legs, and his tongue slides up and down my slit. The erotic sensation makes me moan. My moaning makes Belmont hornier, and he frees his stiff penis.

“Wait,” I say and sit up.
 

I reach for his dick, but he takes my hand and shakes his head. “No, baby. I don’t want you to suck me. I want to feel you.” Belmont pins my knees to the mattress. He sucks air as he slowly slides inside me. “You’re so wet.”

I gasp. “And you’re so hard.”

We kiss as he shifts his hips. Our souls seek to become one.

“Your pussy is so hot,” he mutters. “Baby, when was your last period?”

I frown. “Huh?” I can’t believe he’s asking me about my period right now.

He sucks air between his teeth. “You’re extra hot.”

I know what he’s trying to insinuate. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Says you,” he breathes.

“I’m not.”

He looks at me with one eye narrowed.

“I’m not,” I assure him.

“If you say so.” He thrusts into me. “Um…”

We stare into each other’s eyes as his dick glides in and out of me. Last week, I would’ve died if I’d thought I was pregnant. Right now… it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I just don’t think I am.

I didn’t expect to get off this time, but Belmont hardly ever fails to deliver. I don’t know how he does it, but the spark hits me, and I forget all about the word pregnant. I cling to him, and he agitates that hot spot. Our breaths come quicker. I lift my hips and concentrate on making
it
happen.
 

“Come on, baby,” Belmont says.

He wants to hear when I climax. I tense when the most potent part of the sensation hits, and I scream. Belmont jams his dick against that spot, keeping the orgasm alive for as long as he can. I whimper, floating in a mist of pleasure.
 

“You’re feeling it, baby?” he whispers.
 

“Yes,” I sigh.

His dick crashes in and out of me. He shouts then jerks and shivers upon release. Unfortunately, we’ve made it to the finish line. We hold each other.

“Are you sure you want me to go?” I ask.

Belmont pulls out of me and kisses and licks my pubic bone. “I don’t want you to ever leave me.” He sucks my clit.
 

I pitch my head back and lift my hips. Belmont grabs my ass and shoves my pussy closer to his face. He groans, not letting up. I try to grab at something, anything, but nothing is stable enough. Belmont’s tongue is ferocious, and all I can do is moan and bear it. When I reach the climactic moment, I feel as if an orgasmic symphony has played its final and grandest note. All I can hear is myself screaming.
 

Belmont comes up for a kiss and massages my pussy when he’s done. “I’m going to miss
her
.”
 

We chuckle and kiss more passionately. He thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I gasp.
 

“I’ll finish my business, then we’ll figure out our next step,” he says.

I nod.

He pulls his fingers out and pins my arms over my head. He kisses and sucks me in as many places as he can think of until the helicopter pilot calls again.
 

Belmont takes my luggage to the helicopter. We kiss one last time before I board. I’m positive that the happiest place on Earth for me is lying in his arms. We say our final good-bye; he helps me onto the helicopter and straps me in. Belmont gives me another kiss and tit grope and closes the door. We wave at each other as the helicopter lifts off.

I arrive at the airport, and a cart takes me to the jet. I look at my watch. It’s six thirty p.m. I wonder where the hours in this day went. I feel as if Belmont and I just woke up. The sky is overcast, but it’s still hot. I board the jet, and the cabin is nice and cool. I find my socks in one of the cabinets. I smile once I see that Belmont has added to my collection.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Lord.”
 

I turn to see Dan, the flight attendant. Dan is the only guy who isn’t related to either of us that Belmont trusts to be alone with me.
 

“Good afternoon, Dan,” I say.
 

“Would you like your usual coffee?”

I choose the pink socks. “Yes, please.”

“Amaretto or French Roast?”

“I would like Amaretto.”

“Will you be eating dinner?” Dan asks.

“Um, no, I already ate.”

“Then I’ll fix you breakfast at least two hours before landing.”

“Why don’t we play it by ear?”

He smiles. “You’re going to have to let me do my job sooner or later.”

I chuckle. I usually like to be left alone during my flight. That’s the beauty of flying private. Other than a few cups of coffee, and sometimes a meal, I dismiss the flight attendant for the duration of my flight. “You are doing your job. I’m taking the coffee.”

He laughs. “Fine, Mrs. Lord. Whatever you want. I’ll have a cell phone for you shortly.”

“Oh?” It hadn’t dawned on me that I was without a cell phone until he mentioned it.

“Mr. Lord ordered it. It just arrived, but your data hadn’t been downloaded to the device. Steve is working on it in the control room.”

“Oh, he’s our pilot?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I nod. He’s another of Belmont’s employees who hardly ever speaks to me.
 

As soon as my socks are on and I have my coffee, I get comfortable. I don’t have my computer, which sucks, so I pull up my subscription to
Point
Destination Magazine
on the screen attached to the chair and catch up on all the articles I’ve missed. Thirty minutes later, the jet is speeding down the runway. It lifts off and gains more altitude as we go.
 

“This is for you, Mrs. Lord,” Dan says as he hands me the cell phone.

I take it. “Oh, thank you.”

“It’s hooked up to the airplane’s service during the flight, so you can use it.”

“Great.”
 

He asks if he could get me anything else. I say, no. As soon as I’m alone, I activate the screen. I have one electronic note. It says:
I miss you already
.
Love, Jack.
I beam as I read the message over and over. I press the phone against my heart and close my eyes, remembering his fingers sliding across my pleasure spot and his tongue finishing the job. I feel our bodies melting and his erection expanding inside me. I smell his skin, taste his mouth, and feel his warm breath on my ear.
 

The phone rings, and I jump. I fumble as I take it off the chair table. My head is woozy. I must’ve fallen asleep. “Hello.” I sound spastic.

“Daisy?”

I grimace after identifying the voice. “Dexter?”

“Daisy, how the hell are you?” he asks.

“I’m good.”

“Jav said your sister and cousin took you out of your apartment on a stretcher. I think her name is Maggie?”

“Oh, yes, Maggie.”

“She wouldn’t tell him where they were taking you. Are you back in Chicago with your husband?”

“No, I’m on my way to Bordeaux.”

“France? What the hell?”

“I’m taking my father up on his offer.”

Dexter’s disappointment is clear during his silence. “Is your husband with you?”

I feel a pinch of disappointment. “He’s not.”

“You’re on your way to Bordeaux, and your husband isn’t with you?”

He sounded judgmental. “That’s what I said,” I snarl.

“Do you know what’s going on with him?” Dexter asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Then he hasn’t told you?”

I roll my eyes. “Just spill it.”

“He’s been accused of using prostitutes to influence his competitors’ bids.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “What? When did you hear this?”

“Yesterday. It was all over the news.”

“Well, he was with me yesterday. We were both exiled on an island.”

Dexter goes silent. “You were on an island?”

“Belmont’s private island. That’s where I was taken. They want us to work on our marriage.”

“Shit he has a private island too?”

I detect the bitterness in his tone.
 

“So is that the only reason you ditched us?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Dexter. I was planning to be on that flight with you and the crew.”

“We’re in Provence now. Just join us here, and we can keep the show on the road.”

“I can’t.”

“Why the hell not? You’re supposed to be here anyway.”

I sigh. “I know, I know. And it’s so unprofessional of me to just change my mind—”

“Hell, that’s the shit you can do when you’re married to a guy with Jack Lord’s kinds of billions.”

I flinch. “Was that a jab?”

“Is it?”

“You tell me.”

He sighs forcefully. “Fuck, Daisy. You were supposed to do this with me. And now you’re on your way to Bordeaux? I thought…” He sighs. “I thought we were getting somewhere with each other.”

I’m speechless. I didn’t believe Dexter had deep feelings for me, especially after his booty call on Saturday night. So heck, Belmont was right about him! But I’m more worried about the ordeal with Belmont than Dexter’s feelings. Was what Dexter just told me the reason Belmont looked so severe while he was speaking to Harold Doe?
 

“Listen, I have to go,” I say. I need to call Belmont.

“So that’s it? You quit?”

“I’m sorry, but television production isn’t where my head is at the moment.”

“Then where is it, Daisy?”

I’m hit by a brief dose of confusion. “I don’t know…” I chuckle. “But I better find out, right?”

He grunts. “Where are you staying in Bordeaux?”

“At my father’s house, but I’m not looking for any company.”

“I’m not offering my company.”

Awkward silence lingers.
 

“Okay, well… maybe we can meet one day. Have lunch or drinks,” I say.

“You mean I have drinks and you have a drink?”

I chuckle. “Deal, then?”

“Damn it, Daisy. I can’t stay mad at you.”

I grin. “Good luck on the show. It’ll be great. Don’t hesitate to call me if you have any questions. After all, you’re using my material.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“You do that.”

“Later, Daisy.”

“Later, Dexter.”

I hang up and call Belmont, but he doesn’t answer, which never happens. He could be on the losing end of a sword fight and still take my phone call, so I’m sort of freaked out. I leave a message asking him to call me because a friend told me some disturbing news about him. No need to mention that that friend was Dexter.
 

I take a deep breath to settle myself and look out over the Atlantic Ocean. I want to ask the pilot to fuel up when we land and fly me back to the United States so that I can find Belmont and stay by his side, but it occurs to me that Belmont isn’t the kind of man who needs or wants me to stand by his side. He’s really an island. He invited me onto his island, but he’s the ruler and I’m the resident—and that is our problem in a nutshell.
 

I relax and try to figure out the best way to approach this issue, which is a non-issue to most of the world. I’m exhausted from last night and this morning. Truthfully, I got more rest after we split. Belmont and I can go all night, no matter what sort of tension exists between us. I could never do that with Adrian. Whenever we argued, I couldn’t let him touch me until we resolved the issue, which generally ended with him or me giving the other a half-hearted apology.
 

I sink into my seat, pull up my socks, and wrap myself in a blanket. I close my eyes, and soon I’m sitting on a checkered blanket near the edge of a stony hillside above the slow and murky La Dordogne River in Bordeaux. A tepid breeze blows against my face. Strong hands are massaging my shoulders.

“That feels good,” I say and fall back into his fingers.

“You feel good.”

I gasp and look behind me into Dexter’s light blue eyes.
 

“Lay back,” he says.

My heart pounds with panic. “What are you doing here?”

“We should finish our kiss.”

“There’s no kiss to finish.”

“Oh yes, there is.” He narrows one eye naughtily. “Come on, Daisy. Admit it. You want me.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Then kiss me again.”

“No.”

“Mrs. Lord?” Dan says.

I gasp as my eyes open. The cabin is dusky. I scramble to sit up. Dan’s hand is on my shoulder. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Um, yes.”

He removes his hand. “We’ll be landing in about an hour.” He still looks disturbed.

“Okay.”

“Can I get you breakfast?”

I’m prepared to say I’m not hungry, but actually, I’m starving. “Yes, please.” I take my cell phone out of the compartment on the arm of my seat.

“Oh, good!” He sounds surprised. “How about another cup of coffee, French Roast this time?”

My heart stops when I see a text message from Belmont. “Yes, please.” I read it as Dan walks away.
Don’t worry, babe. Everything is being handled. I love you. P.S. Who’s this friend?

My smile turns upside down. I know better than to tell Belmont I had a conversation with Dexter. I turn off the phone and wait for breakfast and coffee.

It’s Friday at seven a.m. when I walk down the ramp in France. It’s cool, but it’ll warm up later. Dan, who’s behind me, carries my suitcase to a cab that waits off the tarmac. The driver is a tall, trim guy with brown hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail and brown bedroom eyes. I’ve met a lot of cabbies but never one as attractive as him. The driver leans against the hood of the car, studying Dan and me as we shake hands and say good-bye. I slip into the back. The driver sneers and trots around to the driver’s seat. He turns on the radio, and we take off to avant-garde instrumental music.