Free The Golden Locket (Unbreakable Trilogy, Book 2) by Primula Bond Page B

thought his son was dead? I will never go anywhere without telling you face to face or at the very least using this marvellous contraption.’ He tapped my nose with my little silver phone and dropped it into my pocket.
    ‘Now, deep breaths. You’re already back in the saddle with those débutante portraits you took yesterday. Today’s assignment will be different, admittedly. But you’ll do this job standing on your head. Which I would love to see, by the way.’
    I stood on tiptoe and brushed my lips against his. Even now I half expect him to deflect me like he used to, turn his face and offer me his cheek instead, or move his mouth over my face, towards my throat, murmur in my ear, anything rather than actually allow himself full intimacy.
    ‘I’d rather go back to bed.’ I could hear the new huskiness my voice had acquired. The timbre of a happy, fulfilled, satisfied woman getting plenty. ‘I missed you when you were away.’
    ‘We’ve barely slept all week so you could show me how much you missed me!’ His breath mingled with mine as he wrapped his arms tightly round me, padded jacket and all. He lifted me right off my feet. ‘God, you’re still so hot this morning.’
    ‘All part of the service!’ Then I frowned, leaned my forehead against his. Suddenly serious. ‘I wanted you to forget all the things Pierre resurrected.’
    ‘And I did. For a few glorious few days and nights.’ Gustav squeezed me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe. ‘But it’s my job, not yours, to put everything right.’
    ‘By forgiving him everything, while he barely gives an inch?’
    ‘I’m the oldest. If giving more ground heals us, that’s the way it has to be.’ Gustav lowered me to the floor again. ‘But you are still my priority, Serena. It’s you I need to keep close.’
    I stared at him, at the pulse throbbing in his neck, the silky question mark of hair bouncing with it. ‘I’ve never heard you talk like that.’
    ‘And I’ve never felt like this. My bella donna, I don’t want to let you out of my sight even for a day, in case you find someone else to tie up and tease.’
    Every word he uttered made me shiver with desire. And then he kissed me, and all the shadows retreated once again. I was melting as he nudged my lips open, slid his tongue over the hypersensitive surface of my upper lip, then kissed my mouth closed again.
    ‘Me be unfaithful to you? Never. This bod is for your eyes only.’
    I started to unzip the jacket, slid my arms under his suit, spread my hands to squeeze his firm bottom. He watched my face, his dark eyes flashing with amusement, his hands resting lightly on my face as I touched him.
    ‘You don’t know how beautiful you are, Serena. That’s the danger.’
    I giggled softly, bringing my hands round to the front of his trousers. There it was, under the expensive fabric, straining against the zipper, always ready for me. ‘I can always re-arrange this commission for later. Stay here with you for the morning and then go with you to your meeting about the new exhibition space you’re developing under the High Line?’
    He snatched at my wandering hands. He slid my soft green leather kid gloves over my fingers, one by one, pushing them snugly into the spaces, fastening the fiddly three buttons over each wrist.
    ‘My darling girl, rookie’s rule number one. You never postpone a commission. Rule number two, never stay home when your paramour suggests it. I’m rock hard just kissing you. I need to get my business head on. Go. This is a fantastic commission. The Weinmeyers are a real coup for your repertoire. If you hadn’t spent all last night practising your Girl Guide knots on me I’d have talked you through this already. They’re renowned for their art collections and fundraisers and general philanthropy. If you impress them your work will be plastered all over the walls of their mansion, and East Coast society will be flocking to see it.’
    I picked up my kit reluctantly,