Once her body started to relax and she slumped against me, I held her still against me and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, I pulled out of her and just stared down at her in awe. She was gasping for breath with a look of pure pleasure and happiness stretched across her face. Pride swelled inside me that I had made her, the broken and emotionless girl, feel happy. Reaching out, I snagged my camera from the side and took a picture of her face.
“Hey! What are you doing?” she protested, trying to grab it from my hands.
I smiled and held it out of reach. “I just love that look on your face, and if I’m not gonna get to see it again after this trip, then I want to be able to have a picture of it,” I explained, shrugging. I didn’t need a photo though, I was confident that I’d be able to see that face every time I closed my eyes. As she smiled up at me and ran her fingers through my hair, I silently wondered why I couldn’t have met her four years ago before all that terrible stuff happened to her. Maybe then I could have stolen her from Jack, and she wouldn’t be afraid to fall for me.
Suddenly her smile faded, replaced by a horrified expression. “Oh no! We didn’t use a condom!”
I smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, I didn’t finish.” I brushed her hair from her sweaty forehead.
She gasped. “You didn’t?” She looked both relieved and angry at the same time.
I winced, knowing that she was going to chew me out for not using a condom. “I was going to put one on, and then I got distracted. You said now, and I just, I don’t know, I lost my thoughts. I remembered though, I didn’t finish, it should be fine,” I rambled, trying to explain my irresponsible act.
She put her hand over my mouth, stopping my garbled excuses. “Just shush,” she whispered, lifting her head and brushing her nose up the side of mine. She gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto my back, moving to straddle me. “So you haven’t finished?” she asked, grinning wickedly.
I shook my head, watching her, waiting for her reaction and scolding. Instead, she stood up on the bed above me, one foot either side of my hips. She unclasped her bra, sliding it off slowly, making my breath catch in my throat as her br**sts came into view. She swung her bra on one finger teasingly before dropping it in my face. I groaned and moved the material quickly so I could watch her. She was grinning as she ran her hands across the waist of her panties before slipping her hand inside the h*ps of them, pulling them down slowly, running her hands down her legs as she did it. With every inch that the panties moved down, my heart rate seemed to speed up. With every inch of creamy flesh that her hands traced over, I felt my arousal heighten. She didn’t once take her eyes from my face. This was killing me slowly; it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I moaned as she kicked them off, standing stark n**ed above me, making my mouth water as she exposed all of her brilliance.
“Anna,” I breathed, I couldn’t summon any more words than that, my brain was like mush. Clearly I’d unleashed a sex-crazed freaking monster. Whatever the hell she was doing was almost painful. I gripped my hands around the back of her knees and pulled, making her knees buckle. She fell onto me, giggling. I could feel her n**ed skin pressing on every inch of my chest making me tingle with excitement. I ran my hands up her legs, from her knees, following the curves of her body, all the way up to her breasts.
She pushed herself up to sitting, straddling my chest, looking at me sternly, grabbing my hands from her body and pinning them above my head. She shook her head forcefully. “No, Agent Taylor, I’m in charge, and you’ll do as you’re told,” she scolded, grinning wickedly. My stomach clenched and, impossibly, my dick got even harder.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am,” I replied, knowing she’d like that.
She narrowed her eyes and moaned breathily. “That is so damn hot, Ashton,” she purred, licking her lips slowly. I smiled at how turned on she was too, it seemed like she was loving this just as much as I was. “Now, where are your handcuffs, Agent?” she asked.
Holy fuck. “Seriously?” I asked breathlessly. My excitement was spiking to new heights at the thought alone.
“I’m serious, Agent. Where are your handcuffs?” she repeated, biting her lip.
“Over in my top drawer on the right,” I answered quickly. I was so excited that I could barely breathe. She grinned and climbed off me, walking n**ed to my drawers. I watched her pert ass sway as she walked. The little red hickey that I’d put there the previous night actually made my mouth water. As she pulled the drawer open, she giggled excitedly as she reached in and produced my SWAT tactical waistcoat. Her eyes lit up as she looked back at me and raised one eyebrow as if silently asking my permission. I gulped and nodded. Almost instantly, she slipped it on and zipped it up. I groaned loudly because of how hot she looked in that. I’d never be able to look at my uniform the same way again. She sashayed her way back to me, crawling on all fours over the bed, her eyes playful. Every nerve in my body was on fire with desire as she climbed onto me, straddling me before kissing me deeply. She held up the handcuffs and smiled as she reached my hands, pushing them through the bars on my headboard before clipping the handcuffs around my wrists. I’d honestly never seen anything more beautiful than her sitting on top of me, wearing just my waistcoat, and that sexy smile.
She grinned at me wickedly. “I’m gonna go play PlayStation with Nate,” she smiled teasingly, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned.
She laughed and put her finger to her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, actually I think maybe I’ll have more fun here with you,” she purred. “I’m gonna tease you until you beg for mercy.” She grinned wickedly, and I knew then that I would probably die before this night was over.
“As long as you f**k me after, I don’t mind,” I answered.
She bent forward, tracing her nose along the edge of my jaw. “Oh I will, don’t you worry about that, Agent Taylor.”
My heart was crashing in my chest. I loved this girl so much; I really wished she knew it.
Once she’d finished with me, she slumped down against my chest, pressing her face into my neck, breathing heavily. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I bit my lip when I wanted to confess my love for her, she really didn’t need to know that.
I turned my head and kissed her temple, still feeling my heart fly in my chest. “That was freaking awesome,” I muttered breathlessly. Annabelle Spencer certainly had a wild side, and although some of the time she’d looked a little insecure and had silently asked my permission for stuff, she had undoubtedly been liberated by what we had just done.
She sighed happily and ran her hands up my arms, pushing her hands through the bars of the headboard and interlacing our fingers. “Mmm,” she mumbled.
I gripped her hands tightly, afraid to let go. The sad truth was that I wanted her forever, but she just had no idea.
After a few minutes, she raised her head and smiled lazily at me. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had,” she whispered, kissing my mouth.
I grinned; she’d taken the words right out of my mouth. “I’m glad, Baby Girl. Now, can you take these damn cuffs off me so I can wrap my arms around you?” I asked, looking at her longingly. I needed to touch her, hold her, make the most of every second of her before this agreement was over.
She laughed and sat up on me. “Hmm, I’m not sure I want to let you go just yet. Where exactly did you put your camera?” she teased. I looked at her warningly, and she giggled. “Okay, okay. Where are the keys?” She bent down and kissed me, making my world spin faster. I needed to get these cuffs off and hold her, my whole body was aching for that closeness, that reassurance that I wasn’t going to lose her.
“Same drawer where you got the cuffs,” I mumbled against her lips. She climbed off me, looking somewhat reluctant, and went to the drawer. I glanced at the clock, shocked to see that it was quarter to three in the morning, which meant that we’d been at this for over an hour and a half.
She came back with the key, smiling teasingly. “So, what’s it worth, Pretty Boy?”
“Whatever you want.” I’d give her anything she asked for – not that I’d tell her that though because she already ran rings around me.
“How about I have a girls’ night at our place when we get back,” she blurted quickly, a hopeful expression on her face.
I looked at her curiously. She wants some girlfriends over? I don’t mind that. “Sure.” I shrugged. I was getting off easy with that one.
“You’re not allowed to be there. You have to wait next door with Dean and Peter,” she added, grimacing.
“What? No way, that’s not happening!” I said sternly.
Her shoulders slumped with disappointment as she crawled to my side. “Please? Not all night, just for a couple of hours. Maybe a movie and some drinks?” she suggested, pouting and shooting me the face that I had serious issues saying no to.
I swallowed hard, trying not to give in. “Anna, I can’t do that,” I said apologetically praying she wouldn’t keep asking.
She sighed sadly, and my heart sank. I hated telling her no. “Okay, never mind, it was just a thought,” she muttered, reaching out and unlocking my hands.
As soon as I was free, I grabbed her into a hug and rolled to my side, pulling her close to me. I ignored the fact that her n**ed body fitted perfectly against mine and that her br**sts were pressed tight against my chest. “Please don’t be upset, Baby Girl. I just can’t let that happen,” I whined, feeling awful.
“I know. I shouldn’t have asked. I just wanted to be a normal girl for a change. Don’t worry about it; it was a stupid idea anyway. I knew you wouldn’t go for it,” she shrugged, smiling weakly, but it was a forced smile and I could see the disappointment in her eyes, even though she was trying to disguise it.
I groaned, knowing I shouldn’t allow it but not being able to stand the look on her face. It wasn’t even as if she was asking for the world, it was only a couple of girls. I’d just have to pray her father didn’t hear about it, otherwise I’d be in trouble for neglecting my duties.