Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Saylor

Yeah, I really didn't give this whole situation enough thought.

I was going to live with Anthony?

I mean, really, why had I even said anything? I could have just rented the place myself. Stayed in the place by myself. And not be forced to smell his spicy cologne filling up the small space, watching him do mundane life things like making the bed that really had no right to be as sexy as it was.

In my defense, he'd stripped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before he started to get the place in order as I sat on the couch with his binoculars, pretending to be watching the house across the street.

When it came to men, my experience with them tended to involve going out to eat and having sex. I never really got the chance to watch a man move around an apartment, arranging food and supplies we'd ordered to be delivered.

I mean, the man actually took the shelves out of the fridge, put them into the sink, and scrubbed them before he put the food inside.

Who would have thought that a man who cleaned would be so hot?

Or maybe it was just more accurate to say that everything Anthony Costa did was hot to me.

"You alright?" he asked, making me snap back to focus, finding him watching me watching him as he wiped down the kitchen counters before he set the new coffee machine there.

"I don't think I've ever seen a man clean so thoroughly before," I said, trying to cover up the fact that I found said cleaning oddly erotic.

To that, he shrugged, "My mom was big on all of us learning how to keep a house. Chores included scrubbing the fridge and the bathrooms. She said it would teach us not to be slobs if we were the ones who had to clean it all up."

"Not just the girls, huh? I like that," I decided.

"Cooking and cleaning are life skills," he said, clearly quoting her. "Laundry too. Though, I suspect some of her aversion to doing that herself stemmed from having teenage boys," he said, smirking.

It should have been amusing.

But my dirty-ass mind went right to adult Anthony with his hand around his cock, stroking it as he reached out to…

"Whoa," he said when I shot up off the couch like it had fucking scalded me. "What's up?"

"I'm gonna go let out Fury," I said, grabbing my hoodie, and yanking it over my head before reaching for a gun.

"Give me five, and I will—"

"No!" Wincing at how desperately that burst out of me, I forced my voice to be calmer. "No, I think it's better if one of us stays here to keep an eye on things," I said. I reached for the key he'd hung on a hook just inside the door where generations of people likely stuck their keys, judging by the scratch marks across the paint. "I'll be an hour, tops," I said, checking for my phone, then rushing out before he could insist on coming with me.

I took a long walk with Fury, then spent a while playing and petting her as my body slowly calmed back down.

Once she settled in to sleep, I made my way back to the apartment, ready to snatch a few hours of sleep on the hard-ass couch.

Hood up over my head, I rushed into the building, hoping no one would suspect anything if they were looking out of the windows of the row house. It was fall, after all. Plenty of people were walking around with hoodies.

My heart was still hammering a bit as I let myself into the apartment, expecting to see Anthony sitting on the couch, watching out the window. Or maybe asleep.

But as the door closed behind me, the bathroom door slid open, and a puff of steam flooded out into the studio.

As Anthony moved out.

Wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low on his hips.

Clearly, he'd screwed up when he'd ordered the towels from the store. Because these were so small that it barely tucked at his hip, and exposed a slice of finely chiseled thigh.

It was also, well, cheap material.

Thin.

Clinging.

Not exactly leaving much up to the imagination.

And, believe me, my imagination was… imagining.

Then, of course, there was the rest of him.

The breadth of his chest, the corded ropes of his arms, a little bullet scar, pinker and smoother than the rest of his skin, the indents of his abdominal muscles, and, as if all of that wasn't bad enough, the little lines on his pelvis that disappeared under the material of the towel.

I didn't realize a whimpering sound escaped me until Anthony's head whipped up, his gaze landing on me.

There was no way he couldn't see the direction of my thoughts. My breathing felt quick and shallow, my face flushed, my eyes at half-mast. My desire was written all over me. And I'd been caught too off-guard to try to mask it.

As I watched, something crossed Anthony's eyes.

A thought.

Then a decision made.

Because the next thing I knew, he was moving across the small space, making my chest feel tighter with each passing second.

His gaze held mine as I tried to convince my gaze to lower, but I felt transfixed by the determination I saw in his eyes.

My belly flip-flopped as he got close enough for me to smell the woodsy notes of his body wash, the scent of it overwhelming my senses.

He was half a step in front of me, the heat from his skin warming the air between us, when his arm lifted, reaching past me as my head angled up to keep eye contact.

"Gotta be safe," he said, and I heard the click of the lock engaging behind me. Finished, his head ducked down ever so slightly. "Keep looking at me like that, babe, and I'm gonna have to do something about it."

God, yes .

I cleared my throat a bit, not wanting it to sound as thick with need as I felt. "Do what?" I asked.

"Something like this," he said, hand moving from the door to the back of my neck, fingers tightening as he closed the distance between us, his lips claiming mine as his body pressed mine against the door.

My hands moved out, sliding up his strong arms and over his shoulders, the feel of him dragging a moan out of me as his lips slanted over mine again, deepening the kiss while desire surged through my system.

Anthony's fingers massaged the back of my neck and his tongue moved inside to toy with mine, dragging a soft whimper from deep within me as my hands slid across his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

I arched into him, my breasts crushing to his chest, as he pressed his hips forward, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, making my sex clench hard in anticipation.

Anthony's teeth snagged my lower lip, and this time when the moan escaped me, there was nothing soft about it.

A growling sound escaped Anthony in response, the feel of it vibrating from his chest and into my own, making the pressure on my lower stomach amplify.

His free hand slid down my side, grabbing the back of my thigh, and hauling my leg upward, spreading it wide against the door behind me, allowing him to press in, his hardness meeting my need.

My head fell back on a moan as he rocked against me, making me regret my choice of jeans as it lessened the much-needed friction.

Still, I rocked against him as he ground into me, needing more of the sensation as Anthony's lips met my neck, making shivers course down my spine.

His hands released my neck and leg, sliding down between our bodies to grab the hem of my hoodie, and drawing it up, forcing my arms up over my head to free it.

As soon as he dropped the material, his hands grabbed my still raised wrists, pinning them to the door above my head, making my sex flutter at the dominance.

His lips claimed mine for a long moment, leaving them feeling swollen and sensitive when he broke away again. One hand shifted, taking both of my wrists, and freeing the other hand to slide over my shoulder, down the center of my chest, grazing over my breasts, then moving lower still.

Desperate for his touch, my leg unhooked from his waist, lowering down to the floor, but taking the too small towel with it.

I watched as the material fell away, exposing him completely, his cock thick and straining, making me press my thighs together as another whimper escaped me.

My arms yanked at his hold.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice shivering over me, his gaze molten as he looked down at me.

I yanked harder to no avail.

"Sucking your cock," I told him, surprising him enough to loosen his hold, so I could break free.

I was down on my knees in front of him before he could even draw in a steadying breath.

Head tipped back to watch his reaction, my hand closed around him, then stroked down his length. Above me, the muscles of his stomach tightened as his breath shook with his sharp inhale. His eyes went nearly closed in his need as I leaned toward him, tracing my tongue up the underside of his cock before teasing the head in excruciatingly slow circles.

His hand slammed down on the back of my neck, fingers digging in.

"Thought you were going to suck it, not play with it," he said, making me press my thighs together in response as I let his cock slide into my mouth.

His body shuddered as I sucked him deep, then started to work him quickly as his hand gathered my hair, holding it out of his way so he could watch me as I sucked him.

"Fuck… Saylor," he groaned, his hips rocking into my mouth, making me take him deeper each time.

Both of his hands grabbed the back of my skull, holding me in place as he started to fuck my mouth, harder, faster, deeper than I was working him.

I was usually a woman who liked to be in control.

But there was something undeniably hot about how he was taking over, how he was using me to get what he wanted.

It was the whimper I made around him that had him suddenly stepping back, his cock sliding out of my mouth.

"Almost made me lose control there," he said, reaching down to run his finger along my lower lip, gathering up some of his pre-cum, and pressing it back into my mouth. "Suck," he demanded. But he didn't need to. I was already doing it, making a deep rumble move through him.

His hand was at the back of my neck again, fingers digging in, pulling me up to my feet, then turning me so my back was against his chest.

His hands slid over my chest then, cupping my breasts, down my belly, then stopping at the hem of my shirt, grabbing it, and drawing it up over my head before tossing it to the side.

His fingers moved to my shoulders, sliding the straps of my bra down, loosening it enough to let him reach into my cups, his hands teasing my breasts, dragging a moan out of me as my head fell back on his chest.

His fingers slid to my nipples, circling, pinching, pulling, making me press my thighs together to ease the need rioting between.

He teased until I was shamelessly grinding back into his cock, until my fingers were digging into the sides of his thighs, until my moans became needy whimpers again.

Only then did one of his hands slide down my belly, plunging below the waistbands of my pants and panties, and sliding up my cleft to find my aching clit.

I swear I just about came right there, my moan loud in the quiet space as that rumble moved through Anthony again.

"Fucking soaked for me," he said, his face nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm on my skin as his thumb started to relentlessly tease my clit.

"Anthony," I moaned, rocking against his touch, needing more, needing him .

"Not yet," he said, but his fingers slid down my cleft to sink two deep inside me, making my walls clench hard around him. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, rocking his cock against me as his fingers started to thrust as his thumb kept working me, driving me toward the cliff with each passing second. "You're going to come around my fingers," he told me, teeth biting into my neck. "Then in my mouth," he added, my thighs shaking as he had me suspended right there at the edge. "Then around my cock," he told me. "Got it?" he asked.

"Y-yes," I moaned.

"Good," he said, fingers thrusting faster. "Now come for me," he demanded.

Just like that, I did, crying out, my legs shaking so hard that he had to grab me to keep me upright as I crashed down into the pleasure over and over until I felt boneless afterward, panting for breath, heartbeat hammering against my ribcage.

His hand stayed in my panties, his fingers inside of me, for a long couple of moments before sliding out, his hand raising, and I turned ever so slightly to see him slip his fingers inside his mouth, tasting me.

I didn't realize I was whimpering again until his fingers slid out of his mouth as he smiled.

"Pussy still greedy for more?" he asked, reaching for my hips, turning me, and sealing his lips to mine.

His arms slid around me, holding me against him as he started to walk me back toward the bed, pushing me to sit as we got there, then reaching behind me to free the clasp of my bra, and tugging it away from me, and tossing it to the side.

He looked down at me, his chest shaking as he drew in a steadying breath.

His hand pressed into my shoulders, pushing me flat across the mattress, so he could work my button and zipper free, then sliding my jeans and panties down my legs until I was as bare as he was.

Anthony pressed my knees into my chest for a second, then pulled them apart, spreading me wide across the bed as his gaze moved over me again, that growling sound escaping him once more.

"Fucking beautiful," he said, his hand sliding from my breast down to my hip.

Then he was moving down to his knees, his tongue working up my cleft toward my clit, working it in slow, steady circles that started to make me climb once again.

My thighs shook as my hips started to rock restlessly against him.

My hand landed on the back of his head, sinking into his silky hair, holding him against me as he worked me relentlessly, determined to make good on his promise just a few moments ago.

My moans grew louder as I drew closer, my fingers crushing into his skull, my thighs clamping on the sides of his head, my back arching up off of the mattress.

Then just like that, I came. Hard. Crying out as the orgasm spread almost violently through my system, racking my body with aftershocks as I gulped for breath, as my heart seemed to punch against my ribcage.

Anthony worked me through it, dragging it out, before sliding away, tracing his tongue up the crease of my thigh, pressing kisses across my belly, teasing his tongue up the center of my chest, his hair falling forward to tease over my skin as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

It felt impossible after two all-consuming orgasms, but I felt my body start to grow needy again as he licked, sucked, and nipped at one nipple, then the other, before shifting between, trailing kisses between my breasts, over my collarbone, up the side of my neck, then nipping my earlobe.

Until I grew impatient, grabbing the sides of his face, and pulling his lips to mine.

I felt his smile against me for a moment before he gave in to the kiss, deepening it, his own desire taking over once again.

My hands slid from his face to his back, then, finally, his hips, pulling him down until his weight crushed into me, until his cock was pressed firmly against my cleft.

A shudder worked through my body as my legs wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his ass, giving me the leverage to grind up into him, a loud groan escaping him, mingling with my moan.

Anthony balanced some of his weight onto his forearms as his lips bruised into mine, his hips grinding down into me as I writhed against him, desperate for the feel of him inside me, for the stretch, for the friction.

Mind on the same thing, Anthony shifted, making me roll up over him, so he could reach one arm over the side of the bed. He grabbed his bag, and pulled it up to rifle through it blindly, his gaze on me as I rose up over him, rocking against him, driving myself up.

He found the box he was looking for, tossing the bag back to the ground, and tearing into the condom box with one hand, drawing one out, and bringing it to his lips to nip the corner open.

I lifted up, leaning over him, my lips on his neck, as he reached between us to slide on the condom before reaching for my hips, shifting me back.

I sat back, looking down at him as he positioned me over him.

I started to lower down, feeling his thick head sink inside of me.

But then his hands were digging into my hips, yanking me downward, making me take him in one thick, long stroke, making me cry out in surprised pleasure, my thighs shaking, my breath feeling caught in my chest as he let out a groan.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said.

Then he was knifing up, rolling me under him, crushing his weight into me as he started to thrust into me.

There was nothing soft, sweet, or explorative about this.

He was fucking me.

Hard.

Fast.

Deep.

And everything in me was crying for more.

My feet planted at the sides of his hips, using them to drive myself up against him with each thrust, taking him impossibly deep, grinding my cleft against his pelvis to engage my clit as he fucked me.

"That's it," he growled in my ear as my walls tightened around him, as my moans filled the empty room. "Squeeze my cock. Let me feel your pussy pulse around me," he demanded. "Fuck, there," he groaned as he pushed me right to the edge, then sent me hurtling over it, crying out as the orgasm coursed through me, leaving me clinging to him. As if I was afraid if I didn't, I might just shatter apart with the intensity of the pleasure that spread through me.

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing impossibly deep, his body jerking hard as he came.

His weight came fully onto me afterward. And instead of feeling suffocated and trapped like I normally would, I felt oddly, I don't know, safe. So much so that my legs and arms went around him, holding him against me, not wanting to lose the feeling as we both slowly came down from our orgasms, our breathing and heartbeats slowing, the sweat drying.

Eventually, as he pushed up, I had to let him go as he rolled off of me onto the other side of the bed. Then slowly got up, then toward the bathroom.

Did I turn to watch his ass as he walked, the muscles tensing with each step? You bet I did.

In fact, it wasn't until he was fully out of the room, out of view, that I seemed to come back to my damn senses all at once.

"Shit," I hissed, shooting up in the bed, then jumping out, completely oblivious to the windows lacking curtains, and the possibility of being seen as I shot across the room, gathering and clumsily dragging on clothes as I went.

By the time Anthony came back out from the bathroom, I had my shirt and panties on, and was holding my jeans against my chest.

He, on the other hand, was still gloriously naked.

Damn him.

"Done in there?" I asked, gesturing toward the bathroom as I grabbed my suitcase.

"Yeah, but—" he started.

I didn't have time for buts.

I had to get some space.

Some perspective.

Some time to put some walls back up again.

Because, fine, that happened.

We were both adults. We were both attractive and attracted. Shit happens. It didn't have to be a whole thing.

But it absolutely could not happen again.

Not because it wasn't good.

God, it was good.

I could practically still feel him slamming inside of me as I turned on the water in the shower and climbed inside.

But because it was a terrible idea.

We needed to be focusing, concentrating on the job at hand. Both of our careers were riding on it. We couldn't fuck this up because we were too busy fucking each other to make moves when the opportunity struck.

If we wanted to fuck after my guns were back in my possession and the threat of this crew was neutralized, then we were free to.

Or, you know, not.

Not was fine too.

Smart, even.

I scrubbed viciously at my skin, rubbing it into an angry red shade in an effort to get the scent and feel of him off of me.

Because I wanted the scent of him on me, because I wanted to walk around thinking of his hands and lips on me.

And I couldn't want shit like that.

Not because there was anything wrong with the desire in its purest form. But because I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't just desire. That it wasn't just sex and pleasure.

It was him.

And his stupidly gorgeous face.

His determination to make something of himself.

His good manners.

His easy smile.

His ability to get under my walls, to bring out a softer side of me I almost forgot existed.

All of that was sending up red flags.

So I needed to put a stop to this before things got any further.

Whether he liked it or not.

Whether I liked it or not.

It was for the best.

Case closed.