Strictly Taboo(48)
Reynard got to his feet. He looked at Emily with profound regret. “I’m sorry about this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Ernesto’s voice interrupted them. “Stop. I am not an idiot. You searched the woman. I don’t trust you. Get on your knees.”
Reynard slowly dropped down again.
Emily heard a pistol slide into a holster then felt Ernesto’s hands on her chest. He felt along her ribs then moved around to her front. He immediately clamped on her breasts. Emily thought, “Thank heavens for horny men.” She wriggled as if she were trying to get him to let go. Her twisting and writhing brought her around so that the gun in her holster pointed at Ernesto. She slipped her hand inside her blouse. Without pulling the gun, she put her hand around the grip and pulled the trigger.
The noise in that small room was deafening. Emily wasn’t able to turn enough to hit him in the chest. Her bullet grazed his side and surprised him. She pushed him off his feet and watched him fall.
By the time he landed, she had her gun out and pointed at his head. His hand moved toward his gun. Emily said, “Don’t even think about it.”
Reynard ran around the side and took Ernesto’s gun. He ran to the window. The car that was going to take him and Emily to their death drove away.
Chapter Nine
That night, Reynard and Emily settled down on the couch to watch a silly television program. She kissed his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re not a criminal.”
“My dear, I’m glad you added that magnificent gun to your ensemble.”
She turned to her side, facing him and moved her leg between his. She snuggled into his chest. She found the TV remote and turned it off. “What shall we do now?”
“Now that the police interviews are in the past, now that Alain and the newly calm Mignon have gone to their own bed, now that we are alone on a soft couch with only a few articles of clothing between us? I have no idea. What do you suggest?”
“Did Alain tell you that he and Mignon are getting married?”
“Yes. His tactic of pushing past her fears worked very well.” He bent over and kissed her. “Shall I do that with you?”
“It seems a waste of energy. If you love me, you can have me right now, with my cooperation.”
He paused. “Yes. I haven’t said the words. I love you.” He kissed her. “Do you not want the marriage vows first? It would make you more secure in your future.”
She slid on top of him. She sat on his legs with her legs outside of his. She took off her blouse.
Emily said, “This is ruined. I hadn’t looked at it before.”
Outside their mansion, Manuel Aliva crept through the bushes. He’d looked forward to a significant payday after the aborted trip to the Caribbean. He resented the loss and the loss of his boss who, he knew, was giving him up to the police. He needed someone to kill to relieve his frustration. He crept to a ground floor window. He saw the woman sitting on the man’s lap with her blouse off. He was a big fan of men’s magazines. The woman had the figure he liked; full and smooth and with the kind of curves that made his palms itch. He took out a big gun and attached a silencer to the end of the barrel.
Emily held up her blouse. She poked a finger through the hole. Besides the hole, the fabric showed powder burns and smelled of gun smoke. She said, “It had to be one of my best.”
She glanced down at Reynard to find him with his hands raised. “I surrender. You may do what you will to my body, but you will never get my heart.” He looked at the pistol in her holster.
Emily unhooked and unwrapped the holster from around her rib cage and set it aside. She put his hands on her perfect, generous breasts and held them there. She said, with knowing complacency, “Reynard, I have weapons that make that gun look like a cap pistol.”
Reynard nodded. “I know. I hold two of them now.” He gave the soft mounds held captive in his hands a squeeze. He was too impressed to make jokes. “Would you remove you brassiere, please. I want to hold you without anything between my hands and your skin.”
He surprised her. While she was unhooking her bra, he slid his hands under her skirt and up her legs. Her eyes went wide and she gasped. “I love it when you touch my bare skin. That feels so good.”
He caressed her legs and looked at her breasts. He told her, “I’m going to ask you to marry me tomorrow. Will you say ‘yes’?”
She put her hands behind his head and leaned forward to let him kiss her breasts. “Why don’t you ask me now?”