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I gather her things and insist on wheeling her in a chair to the hospital door all on my own. I have the hospital valet pull up my car that Conner and Aiden dropped off earlier. We drive in comfortable silence, each in our own thoughts. She spends most of the time texting and talking to Whitney and Erin. Neither of them seems pleased that she’s coming to my home.

When we finally arrive at my home, I park and run around the car, opening the door for her and helping her out. She doesn’t fight me on it and accepts my outstretched hand.

I lead her up to my bedroom and into my bathroom, where I set about getting a bath drawn for her. I roll up my sleeves and check the water temperature before lovingly stripping her clothes off and lifting her up into my arms, setting her down into the warm water.

She watches me as I carefully apply soap to a sponge and run it over her skin. I’m even more careful washing her hair, making sure to stay clear of the tender spot on the back of her head. When I finish, I help her out and dry her off. I kneel before my queen, carefully dabbing at each drop of water on her skin. I lay a small kiss on the inside of her thigh where she was scratched. It looks better today. No welt, just a faint red mark remains. I can tell the hospital treated it.

I look up at her. She places her hands on my shoulders. “Make me feel better…Congressman,” she commands. Normally, I’d not be pleased by such a bold request, but for her, anything. I smirk as I lean forward, running my nose along the folds of her sex. I take my tongue and run it down the same path. She spreads her legs farther apart, granting me more access. I run my tongue around her clit. Her thighs tremble beneath my palms that are firmly planted there, keeping her open to me. I slowly move my hands up and separate her folds with my thumbs, plunging my tongue inside her. Her body stiffens in response. I withdraw it and plunge two fingers inside her as I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. She cries out my name, her hands flying to my head and gripping it as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, milking out her orgasm as long as possible.

When she finally releases my hair, I pull away and look up at her as I lick her essence from my lips. She looks completely satiated.

“Fuck worshipping you at every national monument,” I whisper as I stand to my full height and plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“I’m going to worship you at monuments all over the world. The Eiffel Tower,” I state as I plant another kiss to her mouth. “The Roman Colosseum.” I kiss her again. “The Great Wall of China.” Another kiss. “Machu Picchu.” I kiss her once more, plunging my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself. She moans.

I hear my front door open. I freeze. Then I hear the door to my liquor cabinet. I look down at Alexis. “That would be Conner. Here, put on this.” I hand her some clothes that I had delivered overnight when I had decided she would be coming back here.

She gives me a curious look. “I ordered you a few outfits,” I explain. She raises her eyebrows but doesn’t speak as I turn to head downstairs.

Conner is sipping my best bourbon as I walk into my kitchen. Fucker.

“How is she?” he asks.

“Good.”

He smirks. “Any word from the doctor on the second lab results?”

I shake my head. “Any progress on figuring out how the drugs are getting here?”

“Not yet.”

He looks down at his phone and groans. I watch as he presses play on the voice message.

“Conner, what did you not fucking understand about taking goddamn orders? If I say jump, you better fucking ask how high. I expect you to fall in line. Do not cross me, boy,” his father’s voice booms. Theo Sterling is not a man to cross. He’s British, but the type of British you’d run into in a back-alley pub. He’s smart as fuck. His adoptive father made him come to the U.S. for college after he ran into some trouble at home. He joined the fraternity and pledged with my father. There is little doubt he is a member of the elite.

I feel Alexis standing in the doorway even before I see her. I turn and she looks pale, so very pale.

I rush to her. “Alexis? Baby? What’s wrong?” I ask as I take her in my arms.

She swallows, eyes wide. “That’s the man.”

I frown, not understanding her words.

“The man from my memory of the abduction…the voice I remember. He’s British,” she finally says. “But his accent is subtle like he’s been here a while.”

I look over at Conner, who looks like he might crush someone.

“Are you sure?” I ask as I turn back to her.

She nods slowly. “W-who is that?”

Conner stands and throws back the entire two-finger pour of bourbon in one swallow. Roughly setting the glass down on the counter, he looks at Alexis. “That is my father.”

Continue the story in A Man of Wealth.