“Anders,” I cry out as I open the door and, giving him no time to react, I press my body against his and rest my face on his chest, my arms wrapped tight around his chest.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, placing one hand on the back on my head and the other on the small of my back.
“No, it isn’t,” I sob, allowing him to come inside the apartment and closing the door behind us. “It’s … it’s awful!”
“I know, Lana, but…” he starts but then trails off, and I realize that he doesn’t know what to tell me right now. He trusted Logan as much as I did, and he never saw it coming.
“How could this happen?” I continue, pulling back from him and looking into his eyes. His expression is one of sadness but, more than that, there’s strength under that sadness. Somehow, that makes me feel better. I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
I go back to the couch and sit down with Anders by my side.
“I don’t know what got into him, Lana, I really don’t… Grady must've offered him a cut of the royalties, or a fat commission. Either way… we can’t undo it, Lana. And I’m sorry. I truly am. I should've never allowed you to give Logan that document.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault,” I whisper, placing my hand on top of his and managing a weak smile.
“I should've known better. I should've protected you.”
“No! You were perfect, Anders … none of this is your fault,” I try to convince him, but he just looks out of the window and sighs heavily, running one hand through his combed hair and disheveling it.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Lana. I know you didn’t want things to happen like this.”
“At least you’re here,” I whisper, resting my head against his shoulder and placing my hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat under the palm of my hand. I take a deep breath, feeling his scent, and close my eyes for just a couple of seconds. I allow his closeness to calm me down, and it doesn’t take long before the tears dry in my eyes.
“I’ll always be here,” he whispers into my ear, and his words feel like the best thing that has happened to me today. I press my body against his and open my eyes; looking into him, I manage a weak smile.
“Always?”
“Always, Lana. Because…” He runs his tongue over his lips, and then a deep seriousness takes over the lines in his face. “Because I love you. More than anything.”
I keep on looking into his eyes, completely stunned, and I find my lips moving of their own accord. “I love you too,” I tell him in one single breath, and next thing I know I’m reaching for his mouth with mine. Softly, I brush my lips against his and let him wrap his big arms around my tiny body.
“I love you,” I repeat, enjoying the way the words seem to roll over my tongue. “I love you, I love you,” I continue, and then I turn on the couch and climb on top of him, opening my legs and straddling him.
He places his hands on my thighs, over my yoga pants, and rests his forehead against mine.
“I promise you. Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you.”
With that, he comes for me and kisses me again, the tip of his tongue gently parting my lips. Taking both my hands to his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time with each of the buttons. I feel my knuckles brushing against his naked skin as I go and, by the time I push his open shirt down his shoulders and arms, the sorrow from before has been replaced by a deep urge.
An urge to feel all of Anders’ love.
“I want you. Right now,” I breathe out with a heavy tone, and he just smiles at me and allows his fingers to slide around my ass. Cupping my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him and I let myself go; I press my crotch against his and start swaying my hips in a coming and going motion, pressing my pussy against the bulging shape under his pants.
I throw my arms over his shoulders and pick up the pace, grinding against him more and more furiously, allowing an out-of-control desire to take over my mind. I lose myself in his kiss, our tongues dancing around one another; right now, everything else is forgotten. Logan, Bad Boy Publishing, Grady … none of that exists right now.
Taking one hand to Anders’ belt, I unbuckle it in a hurry; then I move down to his zipper and push it down. I feel his cock brushing against my fingers from under his boxer briefs, and then Anders does the rest; raising his hips from the couch, he pushes his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, his cock springing free and slapping my inner thighs harshly.
“I need you, I want you,” he tells me as he kisses me, the words slipping out from his mouth as we lock lips. I pull back from him, my heart aching from having our mouths separated, and I stand up on the couch, my feet on either side of his hips. Looking down at him, I pull my blouse over my head and throw it behind me, then taking off my sports bra.
Anders’ eyes seem to widen as they see my hard rosy nipples, and he places his hands on my knees and slides them up my yoga pants. Curling his fingers around the hem, he starts pulling them down, revealing my small black lace thong.
Raising one foot after the other, I allow him to undress him, and I only lower my body over his when the only piece of clothing on my body is my thong. I don’t even bother with taking it off me; I just grab the fabric, pinching it between two fingers, and flick it to the side. Then I press my drenched folds against his mast, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel his cock throbbing hard against my pussy.
“I want you inside of me right now,” I tell him, panting, and raise my hips slightly. Using one hand, I grab his cock and point it up, straight at my pussy; I then lower myself so hard that there’s no other way to describe what happens but to say I’ve just impaled myself on his twelve-inch cock.
His thickness slides fast inside of me, pushing my inner walls back harshly and completely demolishing my aching pussy. The moment his cock is sheathed inside of me, I waste no time and start riding him, using my knees and lower legs as leverage to push myself off the couch and jump up and down on his lap.
My arms are once more thrown over his shoulders, and my head is thrown back. Violent moans are exploding in my mouth as I ride him, and the movements of my body grow wild and erratic with each passing second.