d to give out, and a moment later, she was screaming my name again as I poured into her.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and I dropped down onto her in a lump of muscle-less flesh. I nestled my forehead between her breasts and reveled in the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around me while my cock softened inside of her. After a moment, her grip lessened, and her hand found my hair again, gently stroking through it instead of pulling at it. I tried to remember the last time I had felt so at peace. I was fairly certain it had been about three years ago.
With a moment of mental clarity, I realized I had all my weight on her.
“Fuck…I must be crushing you.” I shifted, trying to relieve her of some of my weight, which caused my dick to slip out of her. Damnit. I had rather liked it there.
“No,” she said, “it's okay. You feel good on top of me.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be the one to complain about our current position.
“You feel pretty fucking fine underneath me.” I looked up at her and smirked as I let my eyes travel up and down her naked form. “The view from here is incredible. I could get used to this.”
She snickered and covered her mouth with her hand. I saw her eyes drift down, taking a good look at me before smiling a little and biting down on her lip.
“The view from down here is pretty nice, too,” she said. I grinned at her like an idiot, and she wriggled underneath me. Just having her eyes on me was bound to get me hard again, but the added bonus of her jiggling tits was phenomenal. Though I really didn’t have time for it, I shifted my hips into her anyway and cocked my eyebrow suggestively. I could feel how wet she still was, and I didn’t think it was just from ejaculating inside of her. I had been the first man inside of her, and I already wanted more. What were the chances of her being here in this office, just waiting for me to sink my cock into her?
In this office, working for Alexander Kender. The thought made me queasy. She traced her fingers over my jaw, tickling a little.
“This monster you work for, do you have any idea what he's really doing here?”
“I don't know what you mean,” she responded.
“He's evil, Olivia,” I told her. I focused on one of the marks I left on her neck, and I bent down to kiss it. I was hard and ready to take her again. I didn’t mind telling her as well as showing her. “Damn—I want you again.”
“I'm all right with that.” I could barely hear her, but her eyes held everything I needed to know. She wanted more. I wanted to give her more.
“You aren't sore?” I asked.
“I'm okay,” she said. “I want you again, too.”
I moved my lips up to her ear, wanting to taste more of her. I couldn’t help but think about all the other places I wanted to taste her as well. I wanted her coming all over my face while she screamed my name again. I wanted to tie her up on that four-poster hotel bed and fuck her from behind. I wanted to hold her against me afterwards, give her a bath, and feed her fucking strawberries with my fingers.
I wanted more.
And it hit me.
If she walked out of here, down the hallway to the elevator and out of this building, I’d never see her again. Within a few hours, I would be on my way to Jamaica, where I would deliver the information collected on my flash drive to a former CIA agent who specialized in torture. Once he had his proof, he would take care of the rest. Then I would disappear for a year, maybe two, before I could start putting my life back together, assuming that was even possible now. If she left, I wouldn’t be able to contact her again. I might be able to keep tabs on her surreptitiously, but I’d never lay eyes on her again. It would be far too risky.
She probably had a family—parents, siblings, friends, school chums, and co-workers. I didn’t fucking care. I wanted to take her with me. I wanted to give her everything she had ever desired. I wanted to buy her a fucking yacht to live on, or a penthouse in Tokyo, or a cabin in the mountains—whatever she wanted. I wanted to take her to symphonies and luxurious hotels and expensive restaurants. Hell, maybe I’d buy a piano and fucking play for her. I wanted her with me.
I needed her with me.
As far as she knew, I was nothing but a fucking terrorist.
I was going to have to convince her otherwise.
“I know I said I'd make sure you were home safely tonight,” I murmured into her ear, “but how would you feel about maybe coming with me instead? I really need to finish up work here, and I think if I fuck you again now, I'll never get it done.”
“Where are you going?”
“I can't tell you,” I said with a shake of my head. If she refused to go, anything she knew about me would put her in danger. Shit, she was already in danger. Kender might fucking kill her for the password she gave me. There was certainly a market for girls her age, too. There’s no way he’d just let her be. He might think she saw what was in the files. It was suddenly very, very important that she come with me. “I will tell you we won't be coming back—not anytime soon, anyway.”
“And you want me to come with you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”