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“Easy for you to say. Not your bedroom that some sick fuck bugged.”
“About that, it was a new one. Nothing on it. Might have been another one, but until we find your asshole uncle, we won't know.”
We left the bugs in place after Blake checked them out. He thought we could use them to feed false information to Dominic. Travis headed over to see Agent Weaver in person with a heads up on what we found and to see how the feds want us to play this advantage. I don't care what they do, as long as this ends. Soon.
Chapter Twenty
Ana
The guys figuring out that our apartment has been under surveillance is so upsetting. Now there are hidden cameras watching Dominic’s hidden cameras. It freaks me out. I can't stop thinking about the recorder in our bedroom and the probability that someone, somewhere, maybe has audio of Xavier and I making love. Maybe more than once. I burn with mortification.
I know that Blake is doing his hacker thing, trying to find Dominic. That's my one consolation, that we know who is ultimately responsible. We just have to find him...and I hope, recover any recordings. I really hope that there isn’t any video. I have no desire for that to ever get onto the internet! We have babies on the way, and I do not want them to come into a world where their mama is an unwilling internet porn star. Xavier keeps telling me to stop worrying about that, that he isn’t going to let that happen. I know that the surveillance is about what is being said and not about what we are actually doing. So, the same as every night since finding the cameras, we go to bed, but instead of making love, we make empty pillow talk about subjects suggested by the FBI. Missing the closeness we have been sharing before sleep, I burrow against his chest and close my eyes, hoping that the FBI finds Dominic soon so that my life can get back to some kind of normal.
I wake slowly from what I thought was a dream, Xavier’s fingertips stroking slowly over the skin of my arms and back. His teeth and lips nipping at the corners of my mouth before sliding along the arching column of my throat to gently suck and bite at my collarbones. How I survived all those months without his touch, without feeling his mouth against my flesh, I will never know.
“Come on sunshine.” he rumbles lowly against my ear, rolling to the edge of the bed where he gathers me into his arms before he strides swiftly to our bathroom. Have I ever mentioned how decadent this bathroom is, and how much I love it? He gently sets me on the wide marble vanity before turning on the shower and returning to my side.
Crowding his lean hips between my thighs, he tugs the hem of my tank top up, revealing my belly and breasts to his heated gaze. I’m still sluggish from sleep, my mind trying to catch up with the various sensations he’s creating in me.
“Up.” he murmurs sternly. I comply, lifting my arms over my head, allowing him to tug my tank top up, baring my belly and breasts to his heated mocha gaze. Leaning forward, he sweetly presses two loud kisses to the bump of my tummy, “Love you two.” He whispers before lifting me off the counter and setting me on my feet. His thumbs hook in the waistband of my thin cotton pajama pants, sliding them down my legs to puddle around my feet. “I love you too.” He mumbles, capturing my lips with his as his hands caress the full mounds of my breasts, pinching my stiff nipples firmly before rolling them between his thumb and middle finger.
Gasping from the sensation of discomfort and pleasure battling each other, my hands grasp his thick wrists. I can't decide if I want to pull him closer or push him away. He must sense my dilemma. With a cocky smirk he pulls the tight buds of my flesh, stretching them for a moment, before allowing them to pop free of his constricting fingers. I sigh with a combination of relief and disappointment, a fire building between my thighs that only he can quench.
“X,” I whine quietly, and if I wasn't already soaking wet for him, the dirty, sexy smile he gives me would have done the trick by itself. He loves to make me needy and clingy, and he’s on the right track. If he makes me wait much longer, I'm going to either combust or climb his rock hard body like it’s my own personal jungle gym. I’d prefer the latter.
Xavier
I love to see her going a little wild with need for me. It's so different from what I ever thought I would have with her. Our reconciliation has felt almost too easy sometimes, but I'm not afraid to admit that I'm just fucking grateful that she forgave me, and has welcomed me in her heart and body. I’m not going to be the one who tells her that she deserves better than me.
She stands before me, her pale golden skin almost shimmering in the steam hazy lig
ht of the bathroom. Her belly tight and swollen with my babies, her small breasts high and round on her chest, slender legs that come together in the sweetest vee. My cock is throbbing and straining to get into, then again it is every time I look at her. I won’t ever get enough.
Her hair is a messy tangle of cornsilk locks around her face, her pouty lips parted by her raspy breaths, her cheeks are flushed with sleep and excitement and her eyes… they are the dark misty green of a forest, and right now, they are shimmering with love and fired with lust. It’s an intoxicating combination.
“Fuuck, sunshine,” I growl low in my throat as I snatch her hand in mine and tug her toward me, drawing her tender body flush against mine. A thin cry of surprise burst from her rosy, lush mouth. I love having her on edge and at my mercy. It’s addictive how prettily she submits to my ministrations.
I lift her easily, the muscles in my shoulders flexing under her grasping hands. She wraps her legs around my waist, the heat of her passion low on my abdomen as she grinds her wet little pussy against me. I bounce her a little making her gasp as I get a firm grip on her ass and free one hand so I can shove my loose boxers down. Kicking them off, I replace my hand on the curvy flesh of her ass, spreading her open as I lower her dripping cunt over my dick and thrust upward sheathing myself inside with one smooth thrust. Son of a bitch! I swear to everything holy she gets tighter every time.
A strangled cry of lust is ripped from her throat, and she buries her face in my neck, teeth scraping against me while her fingernails dig little crescents into my skin. The rawness of our joining winds around us in scorching ribbons of lust as I spin us around and step into the shower. I am aware of the hot water rushing over our skin, pooling between us as I spread my feet wide for stability and press her back against the cool tile wall. Her body shivers with reaction to the temperature contrast, tightening around me, her back arching, breasts and belly pressing more firmly against me.
Her voice rings out, echoing around us, as I lift her up off of my cock, leaving just the swollen head inside, then slamming her down on my straining length again and again. Mewling sounds mingle with my own harsh groans of pleasure. Our joining a symphony of desire and love. I'm lost in time. Suspended on a precipice, not sure how much longer I can hold out against the wave crashing toward me.
Holding tight, I use her body to stroke my cock harder, growling in her ear. “Cum for me, sunshine. I need to feel your cunt milk the cum out of my cock.”
She moans wildly in response, her feminine muscles spasming around me with a hot spill of slippery passion, spurring me to fuck her even harder. I don't slow down, every muscle in my body aching for release. But not yet.
“Again baby.” I roar, sliding my hand between our slick bodies and pinching her clit hard as I grind deep. Her head falls back against the tile, her hair streaming wet and falling down her back.
“X? Oh, Xavier! Harder!” She wails as I hammer myself into her.
“I want to feel you gushing on my cock Ana!” I roar against her tits. “Fucking NOW!” I demand. Her pussy as tight as a squeezing fist, her scream of carnal delight ringing in my ears as her release coats me. Powering through, I pound into her limp clinging body, the quivering aftershocks of her orgasm sucking the cum out of my cock and against the walls of her pussy in hot ropes. If she wasn’t already pregnant, that would have done the job.
My knees weakened from exertion and the intensity of my orgasm, I lean my back against the opposite wall and lower us to the floor. Her pussy is still fluttering around my dick, and she is making helpless cooing sounds that already are awakening my need for her again. Her arms cling to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck as she presses breathless kisses against me, making my hardness swell inside her.
“Already?” She giggles, pushing away slightly so she can look into my eyes and does a little hip shimmy on my erection that makes us both gasp with the almost painful sensation.
“Only if you do the work this time,” I growl before taking her lips with mine and grinding up into her welcoming body.
