Free Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem Page A

allow and sank onto the impalement of his fingers. “Ah, yes, yes, oh god, Ty—”
    He lifted up and kissed my mouth, hard and passionately. His lips tasted muskily spiced and of sex, my sex. I adored the combination of his light, fresh flavor combined with my rich fragrance. It was so illicit, so opposite, so right.
    “Oh Ty,” I said, “please.”
    His fingers inside me slowed. He was rubbing over my pulpy, swollen G-spot with gentle caresses but not enough to tip me over the edge.
    “Do you want me to make you come?” he murmured.
    “Yes, oh yes, please, make me come.”
    “You have to earn it.”
    “Ty, please.” I was frantic. Beads of sweat popped on my body, my whole pussy trembled and my engorged clit was throbbing. “Now, make me come now, I need it.” My hushed voice was frantic.
    “You know what I need?”
    “Yes, yes, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything you need, right here, right now.”
    He groaned and slipped his fingers from me. I suddenly felt hollow and empty. “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t give me what I want, not here.”
    I refocused and looked into his face. “I can, please, untie me. I want to hold you, I want you in me.”
    His voice lowered to a murmur. “And I want to bury my dick in your sweet pussy and feel you climax around me, cry out and writhe beneath me more than anything, I want it so bad, but…”
    “But?”
    “But I want you to help me get James out first.” He stood straight and I couldn’t help but notice the strain of his erection against his jeans.
    “I will, you know I will.”
    “No, Penny, I will finish what I just started when I see some progress. When your father takes an interest in the case, a keen interest.”
    I dropped my mouth open. “You cannot be serious.”
    “I’m deadly serious. You need to buck up your act. Start using some of your powers as a foreign minister’s daughter to get this sorted.”
    “But, but I thought…” My eyes began to fill with tears. I was being used. I felt sick.
    He reached for my face. “Make no mistake about the depth of my need for you, baby, but I just can’t indulge in this hot but weird thing we’re doing while James is incarcerated. At least not while there is no hope or progress.” He stroked his thumb beneath my lid and caught a drip of moisture. “Don’t cry, you know I hate it when you cry.”
    “But there is hope and progress. What about the photo you just took, that will make something happen.”
    “That’s for your benefit.”
    “My benefit?”
    “Yes, use it as a bargaining tool. Your father is due to visit the Far East in two weeks time, stopping off in Thailand wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience. He could throw his weight around and make something happen in less than an hour. That’s all I want, for him to try.” He pulled up my knickers, covering my damp pussy.
    “But?”
    He reached for his rucksack and shrugged it on. His movements were swift and purposeful as he pulled on his black gloves.
    I suppressed a cry of desperation. He was leaving. He was leaving me in this state.
    How could he?
    He suddenly stilled and turned, his face softening. “You fill my thoughts, Penny. My body wants you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. But you know how I feel about James and finding him justice. That has to take priority over our physical satisfaction.”
    “But, but I would still help you and James if you untied me and fucked me.”
    He tensed his jaw and shoved his hand through his floppy hair. “I’m sure you would, but let’s just say this is an extra little guarantee I’m giving myself, and James.”
    He reached for the curtains and flung them open. With a flick of his wrist the window was wide too.
    “Make it happen, Penny,” he said, a cocky smile dancing on his handsome face. “Make it happen so when I see you next I can make you fly as high as a bird. I promise it will be worth the effort and the wait.” He blew a kiss my way.
    I jerked my