Sam’s cottage number seven was
secluded from the others along the inlet bay and was close to the water. The
two went inside for a few minutes while Sam made them each a drink. They sat
on the side deck of the cottage that looked out over the bay. Palm trees
swayed gracefully and the moonlight bathed the scene in silver light. Sam
decided it was time to question her to see where her mindset was concerning
the money she had stolen from Derek Simpson.
“Catherine, what are your plans
“Yes, I mean do you plan on staying
here on this island just living off the money you stole from Derek?”
“I’m not sure what I’m going to
do. I realize now I shouldn’t have stolen from him. It was an act of
desperation based on uncertainty and fear. I just wanted to get out of New
York and start my life over again.” “Have you thought about trying to
make it right?”
“You mean like hand myself over to
the FBI or something?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Listen, if I thought handing over
the money to the Feds would give me my freedom, then yes, I’d do it in a
heartbeat. But the reality is, they’d want more than the money. They’d
“What if I told you I might know of a
way to handle this, to get the Feds off your back. Would you trust me? Would
you let me handle things?” “I’d want to know exactly what you’d be
doing. I can’t just hand over that much money to you.”
Sam walked over to the rail of the deck
and looked out at the bay. He decided he’d have to tell her the whole
truth about who he was and what he planned on doing to help her. “Let’s
go inside, Catherine.”
Once inside Sam poured himself a scotch
and sat down on the edge of the bed. Catherine sat in a chair across from
the bed. “I’m going to tell you the truth, Catherine. I don’t want to
lie to you.”
“I’m a Federal agent, and…”
“Oh my God!” She immediately bolted
for the door. Sam stopped her by standing in her way.
“Get out of my way!”
“Catherine, wait, hear me out!” Sam
grabbed her and pushed her back.
She lost her balance and fell onto the
bed. He pinned her down.
“No, no, no…not you too!”
Catherine was hysterical. “You’re just like all the others!”
“Catherine, no, I’m not! Please
listen to me.”
“Listen to you! You’ve been lying
to me for months, pretending you had feelings for me when all you really
wanted to do was catch me and have me thrown in jail. I’m just an
assignment to you. You disgust me!”
“It started as just another
assignment for me, but I swear to you I did have feelings for you, and now
that I’ve come to know you, I… I…”
“God damn it Catherine, I love
The cold, hard line of her jaw eased
and the anguish in her eyes slowly changed. She stopped trying to push Sam
“I…I’m sorry,” she said as she
eased her nails from digging into his arms.
Sam still had her pinned beneath him.
He looked deeply into her eyes and she matched his gaze. He slowly touched
his lips to hers, and the warmth and tenderness with which she responded
A current of desire soared through his
nerve endings. He was on fire. They kissed again, deep and passionate.
Catherine responded to every move. They stopped only long enough to remove
their clothes, which they threw haphazardly on the floor.
Sam ran his hands over Catherine’s
“Oh, Sam. I want you.”
Catherine wrapped her hand around his
swollen manhood. He moaned in her ear, his warm breath teasing her, pleading
for total surrender. She obliged him completely as he pushed her legs apart
and entered her with total abandon. She writhed and retreated again and
again. Like a storm at sea, each wave pushed them further and further toward
total ecstasy, both succumbing at the same time. They lay breathless in each
other’s arms. Catherine glanced at Sam and he looked completely sated.
For the first time in her life,
Catherine felt completely satisfied physically. Sam Blake was all man. And
he was putty in her hands.