Black Listed(14)

“Four years.” She held his gaze, marveling at the intensity burning in them. “It’s been four years since I’ve had anyone or anything inside of me. No fingers. No tongue. No vibrator. No cock. No one since my husband.”

He blew out a breath. “You’ve stayed faithful.”

His body slackened. The lines of tension on his face disappeared, replaced by a slight grin. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her, a spark of light in his eyes as if he had hope.

Did he still love her? Or was he hoping to use her love for him against her?

Either way, she couldn’t let him know how deeply she cared for him or what lengths she’d go to in order to keep him safe.

“I’ve stayed faithful only because the opportunity never presented itself.”

A crease between his brows formed. “If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead and believe it. But you and I both know if you had wanted to get laid, you could’ve walked into any bar and picked someone up for the night.”

She didn’t know how to respond. He was right. Sex had never been something she had to work hard at getting. That’s one of the reasons she had been successful as a con. She’d attracted both men and women since she first began using her sexuality as a tool at eighteen.

“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Tonight we’re two strangers without a past.” Unable to stop herself, she raked her fingers through his hair. “Please. Just let it go for one night.”

He shuddered as if he was affected by her touch. “Just for tonight. But this conversation is far from over.” Shooting to his feet, he snatched her wrist away from his head and turned her around to face to bookcase. He snaked an arm around her middle and pushed on her back with his other until she was bent over, her hands braced on the shelves.

A hard smack on her bare ass sent ripples of heat darting through her as she remembered the first time he’d spanked her. The way he’d bent her over the sink. The way he’d thrust into her from behind. He was truly re-creating that night.

But for what purpose?

She trembled at the telltale sound of the condom wrapper ripping and waited impatiently for his next move.

“Sorry.” Sawyer leaned over her, his cock nudging her opening. He still wore his clothes, the fabric of his dress shirt rubbing against her back. “This is going to be hard and fast.”

He entered her, the burning invasion stretching her just beyond comfortable. But she didn’t care. It had been so long since she’d had anyone filling her, and the fact that it was Sawyer almost brought tears to her eyes.

Sex had never been their problem. Even while engaging in role play, it had been the one honest thing between them. They’d silently bared their souls completely each and every time they’d made love. But as soon as they were done, the guilt over her lies had nearly shredded her.

And she was still lying.

Sawyer groaned as his cock slid deeper inside of her, eased by her slippery arousal. He curled his hand under her and played with her clit as he slammed into her over and over again, pushing her onto the balls of her feet with every thrust.

It was all too much—the sensation of him filling her, the scraping of his fingernail on her clit, the scratch of his slacks on her thighs—she couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to.

What started out as a flutter in her lower belly grew into a full-out body quake. Her muscles tensed and her eyes flew shut as her pussy clenched and released relentlessly. Heat spread throughout her core, and the waves of bliss shattered her, leaving her breathless and broken.

Before she recovered, a silent Sawyer stilled behind her, the only movement that of his cock twitching inside her as his come jetted into the condom.

Reality of the situation crept its way into her consciousness like a fifty-pound weight sitting on her chest.

How could she handle six more nights with him when already a part of her clamored to tell him the truth about why she left?

But the truth could get him killed. She couldn’t forget that for a second.

Sawyer’s heat disappeared, leaving her chilled and confused. He slid her dress back over her thighs before issuing his gravelly command. “Clear your schedule for the week, Annaliese. Starting tomorrow, you’re mine.”





Chapter Five

KEYS IN HAND, Lisa climbed the stairs up to her condo. The night of Cole and Danielle’s wedding turned out to be the longest night of Lisa’s life.

After Sawyer had ordered her to be available to him for the week, he’d stormed out of the room. In a fog and questioning whether she’d really made love to her husband or imagined it, she found her way to the guest bathroom, where one look in the mirror gave her confirmation. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. Anyone who looked at her would know she’d just been fucked hard and good.