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Anne said nothing, just continued to pet his hair, occasionally curling it around her fingers. She kissed his forehead, and he closed his eyes. Maybe it was the evening, with all the glamor and dancing. Or maybe it was just the two glasses of champagne and the red wine she’d downed. Anne hadn’t drunk anything in more than a year. Whatever it was, her gentle kiss on the forehead somehow turned to her fingertips on his chin, tilting his head back, so that she could place a less than gentle kiss on his lips.
William returned the kiss, no doubt more intoxicated than she was, and shifted in the chair to cup the sides of her face with his strong, deft hands. Soon, she was in his lap, squeezing his thighs with her own and following every long, heated kiss with another until they were both panting and shaking.
His hands slipped under her dress and moved up her thighs, only stopping when he felt the gun. Anne laughed and moved to unfasten it.
“Speaking of protection,” Will muttered.
“I’m on the pill. I don’t need a little sister for Evie right now.”
When she set the gun on the table, she looked up, hesitating just for a moment. But then he was kissing her again, and she melted. He was with her again, pressed to her, his scent and warmth a part of her as they frantically scrambled out of their fancy clothes. She’d wanted this more than she could say, even in moments when she’d pushed him away. Especially then.
When her dress was pooling on the floor, she climbed on top of him, her chest heaving, and moved her hands down his bare torso. She paused slightly at the scar on his side and gave him a firm kiss. His hands cupped around her ass, holding her up as she gripped his shoulders.
We should stop. We should stop, her mind chanted. But her body didn’t listen. It had been starving for him for too long.
So long, in fact, that she skipped everything and rubbed her hand over his thick erection before rising up and guiding him inside of her. She was tight with disuse and let out a soft cry. William moved one hand up her back.
“You alright?”
“Yes. Just… keep going.”
Anne bowed her head forward and kissed his nose before beginning to ride. William’s hands supported her, and he gave soft grunts, thrusting up into her as she came up and down, letting his hardness push against her sensitive flesh, which was now slicker and more accepting. Her body needed him, it seemed, as much as her heart had.
It wasn’t long before she was quivering and weak, gasping with each thrust. Her thighs trembled, and William supported her with his strong arms. She would’ve fallen if he hadn’t been holding her. Her orgasm rose up in her like a tidal wave causing her to stiffen and shake and clench.
“There you go. There’s my girl,” William whispered. Her eyes were clenched shut, but she knew he was watching her. He’d always loved watching her come.
When she was finished, she gripped his shoulders, willing herself to keep moving on him until his hips jerked and he came as well. His hand gripped her right cheek so hard that she was sure there would be prints left behind and, in a stab of perversity, she found the thought amusing. Now they could be both marked. She sort of preferred hers.
With a roar, he finished. He had always been so loud. People down the hall probably knew what they’d been doing. Anne slumped into his arms and pulled her legs up. Then, resting her head on his shoulder, sated and spent, she finally let her mind question this.
We should’ve stopped. I never should’ve started. This one’s on me, it told her.
For the moment though, she didn’t care. She was where she wanted to be, and it felt right, even if it was possibly the worst thing she could have done.
***
They had made it to the bed. Eventually. As William lay curled around Anne, he considered that his brewing headache and the emotional grenade that Egerton had dropped had been more than worth a night of passion with his best girl.
Anne lay sleeping beside him. Her hair was a mess, and he brushed his fingers over it, smiling at the smear of her lipstick and the way her face looked utterly untroubled by her daily life. He could help with that. She would fight him, but he could help her make certain her babysitters were smart and trained, and wouldn’t leave her baby girl with strange men. And he hoped, sometimes, he could be the one looking after Evie. The afternoon hadn’t been completely easy, but although he wasn’t much for children in general, William had liked Evie, once the kid had started opening up to him.
Anne rolled over and yawned, snuggling into the bed. William smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Hm? Oh, God. What time is it?” she murmured.
William glanced over at the clock. “Almost 2:00 am. Who’s watching Evie?”
