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time which cousin had been his wife’s lover, which one had met her that fateful night, which one had been responsible for her fall and for betraying him. It had taken him months to come to terms that it had to be one of them, months to admit that no one else had a motive strong enough to warrant such a betrayal. And still, even now, he shied away from coming right out and accusing them even though they knew he suspected one of them. Seeing the tender way they held Nora, how they fucked her with her pleasure utmost in their minds, he found his suspicions difficult to rationalize. But after the sex, in the cold light of day, they would return, driving him to distraction as much as his new employee was starting to.
    Thinking of Sophie, his cock stiffened further, his oozing tip squirting its pleasure at the picture he conjured of her being sandwiched between him and someone else as they drove into her over and over, her face revealing the same pleasure she had shown this afternoon when she had climaxed while watching them.
    Cupping his sac with his free hand, he rolled his balls softly, his eyes glued to the writhing threesome as their orgasms peaked. Within seconds his balls drew taut and his cock jerked in his hand as his own climax drew up his spine and erupted with a force that would have knocked him on his ass if he hadn’t been sitting. Closing his eyes, he let the flood of pleasure drown his senses, the consuming ecstasy as welcome as last quarter’s profit report. Nora’s sweet cries and Adam and Ash’s deep groans filled the room, but he managed to suppress his groan and enjoy his release in silence, much like he suppressed his suspicions, keeping them silent for the time being.

Chapter Three
    After managing to delay going down to breakfast long enough to avoid seeing any of the Pendeltons the next morning, Sophie grabbed a cup of coffee and her cleaning supplies and went to the elevator at the end of the hall. Adrian’s office door was open and there was no sign of him in there or downstairs, telling her he had left already and it was safe for her to finally tackle his suite. The elevator went directly to the third floor and when the silent doors swooshed open, she couldn’t prevent her gasp of appreciation.
    As large as an entire house, the whole floor had an open concept allowing her to see the entire suite except the bathroom as she entered the living area. Against one wall was a large screen television with theater style seating for twelve arranged in a semicircle before it. On the other side was a sitting area with four plush rocker recliners separated by end tables, each with a lamp, arranged in front of a black marble fireplace above which sat a huge portrait of a stunning blonde woman. Reclining on a settee, she was dressed in nothing but a sheer shift of pale green, her voluptuous body clearly visible, her dark brown eyes gazing longingly toward the camera, a small secret smile playing about her full lips. Assuming this was the late Nicole Pendelton, Sophie could see why Adrian had loved her so much. The woman exuded a love of sex and, if Adrian had been the one taking the picture that this portrait was painted from, a love of her husband.
    When she realized she was feeling a spark of envy toward this woman whose life had ended so tragically, Sophie continued on into the suite. A bar and game table as well as a small kitchen area completed the living portion of the space, but there was no wall separating it from the bedroom. A massive four poster bed was bracketed by French doors that led out to a balcony that held a small table and two chairs and looked out over the courtyard below. Looking at the stunning view of the cliff beyond and the rocky shore below it, she knew she could easily spend hours sitting out there, idling the day away.
    Moving away from temptation, she carried her supplies into the bathroom that was the size of her bedroom and began to make the gorgeous marble counters and shower