Page 32 of False Flag

He took her slow at first, no matter how much she begged for fast. He wanted this to last. To drink in every moan, every frenzied noise that emitted from her throat. To feel every vibration of pleasure that coursed between them.

She crossed her ankles behind his back and met his thrusts by rocking her pelvis on the bouncy mattress. Slowly, he picked up speed, and the headboard rattled against the wall.

Her mouth clung to his, tongues tangling as the rhythm increased.

She dropped her head back. “Jacob.” He felt her clench down on him, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

He gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed, lost in the feel of him. “Look at me, Anastacia.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and something in his chest twisted as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes as he thrust into her harder and faster. She clenched again. He held her gaze as his thumb found her clit and stroked, pushing her over the edge.

Her body quaked as she orgasmed, bringing him with her. He came hard, a pulsing, extended orgasm that left him fearing the condom reservoir might burst under pressure.

He tucked his head in the crook of her neck as the last pulse of orgasm faded. Her hands rested at the small of his back as she clenched around him one more time, triggering another jolt. They both breathed deeply, in sync.

Utterly perfect.

His heartbeat slowed, and he rolled to his side, taking her with him as he remained inside her. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, and mouth, then held her in silence, breathing in the scent of her.

After a long moment, he gently slid from her body but continued holding her close. “Have I changed your opinion of me yet?”

“No.”

“No?”

“If anything, you’re even hotter than I thought at first.”

He grinned.

“And those damn dimples are my undoing.”

He widened his smile, which would only deepen his dimples. “I do have a powerful smile.”

“And you’re as egotistical as I thought too.”

He cupped her butt. “My ego is feeling pretty smug right now.” He nuzzled her neck. “Tell me, Anastacia, are you satisfied? Is my ego justified?”

She ran a hand over his chest. “Anything I say will just make your ego bigger.”

He laughed. “Not possible. It’s already mammoth. I’m in bed with the beautiful woman who has haunted my thoughts for months. And you came to me.”

“I’d complain about never living that down, but I got what I wanted.”

“Me.”

“Yes.”

He ran a hand over her hip, then cupped her ass. “I’m guessing your date last night wasn’t so hot after all.”

She stiffened, and he cursed himself for bringing it up. But she had no idea he knew exactly where she’d gone last night. She ran a hand down his chest. “You’re just looking to feed your ego, hoping I’ll admit the date flopped because of you.”

He grinned. “Did it?” He copied her action, running a hand over her breast. He dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth.

She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp with her nails. “I plead the fifth.” Her voice came out breathy. That fast, she was turned on again.

With a groan, he raised his head. “I need to take care of this condom before this goes any further.” He kissed her, hard and deep, then slid from her side and got to his feet. Inside the bathroom, he removed the condom, which was intact, thank goodness. A shower was in order. He twisted the knob to turn on the spray, then called out, “I’m just going to rinse off. If you join me, we can workshop some more ideas. Bring the box of condoms.”

He heard a muffled laugh. A moment later he saw her shape through the frosted glass door, but then she left the bathroom without a word.