“Who do you work for?” Marco asks.
“Clear Security.”
Maria and Marco look at each other. “We’ve been trying to get in with Fiona McPhee, so any insight you can give us would be great.”
“I know her husband, Bash Pontius, very well. I’m going to try to talk Anna into coming to the company holiday party next weekend, so maybe we can speak to her together.”
Anna smiles. “I’d love that.”
Shortly after dinner, Felicity excuses herself, and I walk her upstairs to her room. “You are very good for my Anna,” she says. “I feel a lot better going to Palm Springs knowing you’ll be in San Francisco looking out for her. I know she probably presented herself as strong during your ordeal at Thanksgiving, and she does have a hard shell, but inside she’s all heart.”
“I’ve seen that as I get to know her. I promise to look after her.”
Felicity squeezes my arm. “Maybe you can tell me how it’s going at Christmas when you come back with her.”
“I think I’m scheduled to be working, but we’ll see.”
After Felicity’s settled, I head to my room and put on ESPN to watch the scores from the bowl games. I’m always pulling for the underdog.
A little while later, there’s a soft rap at my door. I’ve been lounging in my boxers, so I grab my shorts and pull them on to answer.
I find Anna standing there, and she smiles at my bare chest. “May I come in?”
How could I ever say no?
Chapter 13
Anna
I pull my sleep shirt down to cover some of my long legs. Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. Coming by Clay’s room seemed like a good idea…
After a moment, he steps aside so I can enter. Then he shuts the door behind us, and his lips devour mine. I close my eyes, and everything in the world seems right, or at least I can imagine it that way. Dad is with Mom decorating the tree; Henry is complaining about the traffic and tourists in Union Square; my home and office are clean, organized, and never broken into; Charles is home; and Clay and I are a new couple, preparing to enjoy our holidays together.
Clay’s hand skates up the front of my shirt, and when he pinches my nipple, I arch into him. The sensation sends lightning bolts to my center. He kisses down my neck and suckles at a spot that makes my heart race.
I don’t know how he does it, but in one deft move, I find myself without my shirt and lying on his bed. “We don’t have the freedom to be loud here.” I groan as he spreads my legs wide and his fingers slide along my crease.
“Do you need to be gagged?” He gives me a sexy smile, and at this point, I would do anything he asked.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop.”
“Do you know how sexy you look when you come?” he rasps.
“You’re the only one who’s ever known.”
His fingers falter. “A man has never given you an orgasm?”
I concentrate on what he’s doing as his fingers inside me rub that magic spot while his thumb circles my clit. “Fuuuck,” I groan and grab the sheets as he sends me over the edge.
He adjusts, and now, his head is between my legs, lapping at me and keeping my climax rolling. When I’m finally spent, he jumps out of bed and rummages in his suitcase, returning with a handful of condoms. “I’m better prepared this time,” he explains.
I chuckle and watch him shed his shorts. Damn, is he fucking amazing. There isn’t an ounce of fat on his body. I want to run my tongue over every groove and crevice. His dick stands out straight as he rolls a condom on.
“Where do you want it?” he asks.
I smile and spread my legs wide. I insert my two middle fingers and begin to masturbate. It’s as if another woman has taken over my body. I’m never this confident with a man.
His eyes become hooded as he walks back to the bed to remove my fingers and put them in his mouth. “You taste so good.” He eases me back, and in one plunge, he pushes his dick all the way in. I feel so full, so desired, and so free. Giving my body a moment to adjust, he smooths my hair from my eyes and kisses me softly. I could stay like this forever.