The Modigliani Scandal - Ken Follett [89]
′s something else you could do for me.″
Mike smiled. ″I know.″ He got up on his knees and kissed her belly, flicking his tongue in and out of her navel.
″Hey, there′s one thing I haven′t figured out.″
″Oh, Jesus. Can′t you concentrate on sex for a while?″
″Not yet. Listen. You financed those forgers, right? Usher and Mitchell?″
″Yes.″
″When?″
″When I came to London.″
″And the idea was to put them in a position where they had to do the copies for us.″
″Right. Can we screw yet?″
″In a minute.″ She pushed his head away from her breasts. ″But when you came to London, you didn′t even know I was on the track of the picture.″
″Right.″
″So why did you set the forgers up?″
″I had faith in you, baby.″
The room was silent for a while as dusk fell outside.