Black Listed(73)

He linked his hands together under his head, watching her with hooded eyes as she settled between his legs. Pre-come beaded on the head of his cock, the pearly liquid waiting to be devoured.

Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she licked it up, the taste of him better than a glass of her favorite wine. Salt. Musk. Man. It was his passion on her tongue. And she couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

She played with him for a while, enjoying his moans and the tremble in his hand as it skimmed her cheek. She wanted him to burn as bright for her as she did for him. Brighter than the sun.

She took him to the back of her throat, hollowing her cheeks and sliding her tongue along his sensitive underside, savoring the saltiness of his skin. She rolled his balls in her hand, squeezing.

Feeling experimental, she walked her fingers lower, brushing them over his sensitive perineum for a minute before dipping them between his cheeks. He froze momentarily before spreading his legs apart to give her better access. Sliding herself lower, she switched hands, wrapping one around his cock and licking the fingers of the other. Deciding to go easy, she started by sticking the tip of her pinky into him.

When his body relaxed around the invasion, she began to gently thrust it back and forth, pushing it further inside each time until he took the whole finger. Her intention was to massage his prostate while she blew him, but apparently it would have to be another time, because on a groan, Sawyer rolled her under him once again.

“I love it when you play with me, but I need to get my cock inside that pussy of yours,” he said gruffly.

“Yes.”

He reached over to the nightstand and groaned. “Fuck. We’re out of condoms.”

She flashed back to her earlier vision of their children. She laid her hand on his cheek. “I trust you, and I’m clean. No one has ever been inside of me without one.”

“Are you sure?” His fingers danced along her collar. “There are other things condoms protect against.”

She blew out a breath. “Would it be so bad if I did get pregnant?”

He blinked, a smile lighting up his face. “No. It wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, I hope you do.”

Maybe it was selfish to bring children into her world, but she had to believe that together, she and Sawyer would prevail. He’d been right. She wasn’t Lisa Smith or Annaliese Hunt.

She was Annaliese Hayes.

His wife.

His submissive.

His world.

And he was hers.

She took his cock into her hand, wrapping her fingers around the silky skin that covered his hard length, and brought it to her opening. Her thighs parted, her ankles hooking around his legs as she arched up to meet him. She took his bare cock inside her slick channel, indulging in the sensations awakening in her.

“It feels different somehow,” she said as he slowly began to move inside of her. “What’s it like for you?”

“Like being enveloped by a warm, wet cloud.” On that, he slammed fully inside her. “It’s too good. I’m not going to last long.”

She grasped him at the nape of his neck and pulled his face down to her. “Then you better make it count.”

He made love to her then, slow and steady, his gaze locked with hers as his cock thrust in and out of her and his hips pressed tiny circles against her clit. Their limbs entwined in a passionate embrace, they were no longer two, but one.

And when she came in a torrent of pleasure, her pussy milking the come from his pulsing cock, she knew she’d do whatever it took to keep Sawyer safe.

So when his eyes closed and his breathing slowed, she took her cell into the bathroom and made a phone call to ensure that happened.

“Pick me up at the hotel,” she said when the person on the other end answered. “I’m giving you the black list.”





Chapter Twenty-Four

LISA LEFT A lightly snoring Sawyer in bed and waited in front of the hotel for her brother. Hopefully, she’d return before he even knew she was gone. If not, he was going to spank her ass so hard, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

She agreed that she had to get rid of that black list, but there was no way she was going to hand it over to Mitch.

She’d considered waking Sawyer and having him go with her to her office, but honestly, she didn’t want him and Asa around each other. One or the other or both were likely to say something that could mess up her plan. And she couldn’t allow that to happen. Not if she wanted to move on with her life.

Yes, there was always that risk that someone would recognize her or the authorities would catch up with her, but with Sawyer by her side, she’d live each day to the fullest, without regret. Thinking about having his baby, she covered her lower belly with her hand.