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Aries

The lace of Taylor’s long black dress drapes slightly over my leg.

My hands grip my thighs as I fight the urge to pull her into my lap and completely drown myself in her to escape my mind.

The car moves through the busy streets of New York City and I can’t help but steal a glance at the beautiful woman next to me.

After the anger wore off from finding out Taylor was secretly investigating my disappearance despite me asking her to stop, I wasn’t at all surprised to see how much she was able to dig up.

Taylor is the best of the best, and I should have seen it coming that she wasn’t going to stop looking.

Taylor had an entire portfolio as if she had been building it for years and after devouring her a thousand ways to Sunday, we sat in my bed as she went through every piece of information she found.

Neman Security. A large security corporation based out of New York City. What they were doing with a house in the middle of rural Canada, I have no clue.

The company consists of hundreds of employees, but Taylor narrowed it down to the three owners of the firm.

Marcus, Thomas, and Howard. A father and his two sons. The company has been in the Neman family for generations and has clients as high profile as members of the Italian Mafia.

Now what does a security company want with me? I once again have no freaking clue.

Taylor and I barely slept for days, trying to figure out any possible connection. Granted, most of the time was spent naked, but whoever says mixing work with pleasure is a recipe for disaster clearly has never had the pleasure of meeting a butterfly covered, smart-mouthed goddess like Taylor.

Our determination shined as much as our dire need for each other and after looking through their entire client profile and finding zero connection between Braveheart and Neman Security, we moved onto the head players in the corporation.

We quickly found out that Howard, the father, wasn’t involved. He has been on his deathbed for months due to terminal lung cancer. And with the speed and agility of the kicks the masked asshole delivered to me, there was no way a man dying of cancer was responsible for that.

After coming up empty-handed with the others, we figured the charity masquerade ball in New York City was an opportunity to see what lies behind the walls of a perfectly orchestrated digital fingerprint.

Leaving the second I was cleared for missions was not in the cards, but I’d be a fool to pass up the only lead we have had since my disappearance last fall.

And personally, I could use a break from the Clubhouse and a night away from nosy ass mother fuckers that want to know the ins and out of Taylor and I’s relationship. Tucker being the biggest gossip clown of all.

Taylor and I arrived in the city late last night and were so exhausted, falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. I was out all day doing recon on tonight's event and the moment I stepped into the hotel room to get ready; I was stunned by Taylor’s effortless beauty.

Her long dark hair cascaded down the back of a dress made of lace and fabric that covered her breasts with a deep V showing off her intricate tattoos. The dress looks like it’s made for a gothic princess and it fits Taylor perfectly. I was lost in a trance, captivated and practically pinching myself that the girl I have loved for years was finally mine.

The moment she spun around and her bright green eyes met mine, my mood shifted from grateful and pure awe, to the dire need to say fuck this mission and take the dress off her slowly, but I couldn’t.

We have been looking for the asshole that changed my life forever for months, and now this is our chance to see how he works. Whomever he may be.

Movement catches my eye and I see Taylor shifting in her seat, the slit of her floor-length black dress falling open, revealing toned legs full of vines and butterflies.

I take a deep breath and grip my legs tighter, but it's useless because her sweet perfume fills my nose.

My eyes close as I try to get a grip, but the second her voice filters through the air, I am a puddle.

“Ace, you okay?” Her hand grips my thigh and I can’t help myself.

My hands move to her face and I slam my lips against hers. Shock overtakes her for only a moment, before her fingers are threading into the hair at the base of my neck, pulling hard. Her mouth opens and I don’t waste a second in pulling her to straddle my lap and devouring her mouth.

Her fingers pull harder and I hold her tighter against me, my cock thickening in my pants.

Taylor’s hips begin to rock against mine, and she pulls back breathlessly. I sit back in awe as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my slacks. Wordlessly, I take my cock out and she moves to hover over me.

One hand grips her ass and I pull her thong aside, and Taylor guides my cock inside her, her eyes fluttering as my balls hit her ass.

Fuck. I will never get tired of seeing how beautiful she is when she is lost in pleasure brought on by me.

“Ari. Move now or I will force you to watch me finger myself and not touch yourself.” Taylor says, flashing me a taunting smile.

A smirk spreads across my face and I buck my hips upwards, chuckling as a low moan escapes her.

“If you think that is a threat, I can assure you, it’s not. Because I know what you will be thinking about when your fingers graze this beautiful pussy.” As the words leave my mouth, my thumb brushes against her clit, eliciting another response from her.

Taylor tries to hide her obvious arousal by taking a deep breath. “And what is that, smartass?”

Another buck of my hips and a moan from her gives me the satisfaction and distraction I was craving. I know we are running out of time, so I bring her face close, dragging my tongue up her neck and whispering in her ear.

“I would tell you, but we are almost to the venue and your pussy is squeezing my cock. So hold on, Butterfly, and be prepared to feel me the entire party.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond and smash my lips against hers, slamming my cock into her over and over until a scream of pleasure erupts from her and my cock jerks. My hands gripping her thighs so hard, I know I’m going to leave bruises.

Taylor slumps against me and I hold her close, grateful she is willing to let me use her body to shut my mind off. Taylor being all the distraction I need to calm my nerves and fear of seeing just who sentenced me to a lifetime of nightmares in person.

Taylor shifts on my lap and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Dammit Ari. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

“Good. That means you will have to lean on me all night.” I say matter-of-factly.

She leans back and gives me a questioning look, my cock still inside her. “Where else would I be?”

Running my calloused hands through her hair as I tame the obvious sex hair, I say, “I know you, Hellhound. You will wander off trying to get information and I will have to hunt you down.”

“That is how we get more intel than just standing in the shadows. We will be wearing masks. It’s like they unlocked their computers and left them open to us.” She waves her dark purple mask in my face.

Sighing, I place a gentle but quick kiss to her lips. “Tay. This place will be full of seemingly innocent people when, in reality, it is full of sharks waiting for you to take one step off the dock to eat you alive. Do not leave my sight.” I pause for a moment, then continue, “Actually, never be further than a foot from me. The entire night. You said it yourself, you can’t walk, so you shouldn’t need to go far.”

“Ari—”

My hands move to cup the sides of her pouting face. “No. It would kill me if anything happened to you while on a recon mission to gain information on my captor. Please Butterfly.”

Her light green eyes search mine, and her shoulders deflate. Taylor’s body goes limp, her head falling to my shoulder as she collapses in an exaggerated fluid motion. “Fine.”

I know it is killing her to not go on a recon mission of her own, but I refuse to lose her. She has helped me more than I could ever imagine. Without her, I wouldn’t be sitting here today.

It’s not every day that you wake up thinking if someone were to take this beautiful girl away from you that you would happily go back into the prison that haunts your nightmares if it meant saving her.

My hands run up and down her back. “Thank you, Hellhound. Now let's get you cleaned up. You smell like sex and me. And as much as I love that and would love to mark you for everyone to see, we are here on a mission and this may be our only shot.”

Taylor leans back and rolls her eyes. “You are one cocky son of a bitch. You know that, right?” she says with a smirk and laughter at the end of her voice.

I press a quick kiss to her lips. “Mhmm. But my cock makes you scream, so it's safe to say you don’t mind it.”

Her mouth drops open as I wink at her.

Tonight is going to be fun and hopefully insightful. If it's not, at least I got to disappear for a moment into Taylor.