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I was on my way out of the bathroom when I was suddenly pinned to the wall, a hand at my throat and a hard body pressed into mine. I’d have screamed, but the weight pressed against my throat would only allow a squeak to come out.
Panic settled in and I fought against him, but the muscled wall did not move. I was going to pass out if he didn’t let me breathe. What the hell was going on?
“Who sent you?” Brian breathed in my ear, and I understood.
Brian had heard me stumbling around and thought I was an intruder.
I scratched at his arm with my nails until the weight eased off my throat a little and spoke. “It’s me, asshole. I couldn’t find the bathroom.”
“Oh,” he answered, moving his arm but not his body. “Did you find it?”
“Yeah, now, can I go back to bed?” I looked up, but I couldn’t see him in the complete darkness.
“Maybe,” he replied, a note in his voice that told me he’d suddenly become aware of how well he was pressed against me. Like no light escaping between us pressed against me.
I had to admit, it felt good having his hips pressed against me like that, and having his chest pressed into my breasts. I wanted him to kiss me then, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled back and I thought the moment had passed.
But Brian didn’t stop there, he only moved away to turn me around and pull my arms up behind me. I felt him pull at the belt of my robe before the soft fleece was tied around my wrists.
“Maybe you were sent to take me out in the middle of the night. I’d better make sure.” He grumbled behind my left ear.
I was a little afraid, but at the same time, oddly turned on. I loved the way his hot lips brushed against the curve of my ear, and how he was now snugly pressed into my bottom. Was this a game or was he for real?
“If I’d wanted to kill you, I’d have poisoned you at dinner,” I muttered, just in case he was for real. I could feel every breath he took as a slight pressure on my back, and a heated whisp of air against my ear and neck.
“But how can I be completely sure, Mandy?” He pulled back, taking my hips in his hands tightly, holding me still against him. “How do I know you’re not from a rival of mine, here to assassinate me?”
His life must be very dangerous if he thought he was worth assassinating, I thought but didn’t say it out loud. Where was this going to go? I have a feeling this is more about him being able to touch me, to seduce me, but I wasn’t sure.
“What will, uh, convince you, Brian?” I asked, my arms getting a little sore from being pressed between our bodies. That’s when inspiration took over. I moved my hands to open them, to cup at the growing bulge between us. “Is this what it will take, Brian? You want me to touch you?”
“Mm,” was the humble answer he gave me, a sound of enjoyment. “That might be a good start.”
“But, what if I don’t want to?” I asked, afraid that he’d move away, afraid that he wouldn’t. My brain is killing me, even though my body was screaming out for him to touch me, to wring out every ounce of pleasure he could give me.
“Hm, let’s see.” His hands slid along my hips as he spoke, until he found bare skin on my stomach.
I still hadn’t made my mind up about what I wanted, about what I needed right now, but I think that was about to happen, because I didn’t tell him to stop. Not even when his fingers slid under my waistband and down into my pants. His warm hand followed skin while I tried to breathe, my face pressed against the wall, eyes shut in anticipation of pleasure.
“You haven’t told me to stop, Mandy. Why is that?” he asked, his fingers so close to my folds, so close to that incredible spot that would make the world go away.
“I…,” the words trailed off as his fingers dipped lower, until a firm middle finger found just what it was looking for and pressed into me. “Brian…”
I breathed his name against the wall, so faint he probably hadn’t heard me. But I knew he had when he pressed his hips against my ass and groaned softly in response.
“I’ve waited a long time to hear you say my name like that,” he murmured against my ear, rewarding me with a kiss that turned into a suck when I moaned again.
I wasn’t normally into men sucking on my neck, but the way Brian did it, with a slight lick before he started, as if to get my taste in his mouth first, made my entire body throb.
And when his finger started to move in just the right way? My hips began to dance in time with that finger, and I’m certain I forgot how to breathe. His lips moved against my neck, taking my attention for a second, only a second, from what his finger was doing.
“You want me to stop, Mandy?” he asked before he moved his lips to the back of my neck, tasted me there, distracting me from the way his left arm moved up under my top, until he found the heat beneath my breasts.
I didn’t answer because I couldn’t form words. I could only moan in further in anticipation, but I did shake my head. The sparse breath I’d been able to take caught in my throat when his fingers moved further up, to the underside of my left breast. When those fingers clamped down around my rosy nipple my hips thrust back hard against him, and I cried out a wordless sound.
I didn’t care about consent now, he had it, I just wanted him to get me off. It was one of my favorite things in the world to do and I was almost there. Just a little more pressure from that finger down my pants would do the trick and I’d be in heaven.
The fact that he’d wanted me to prove to him I wasn’t an assassin seemed to have been forgotten, I know I’d lost track of that idea, and now the moment seemed to be more about me admitting that I wanted him to fuck me. And I couldn’t because I swore I’d never admit that, not even to myself. Even if I wanted to fuck him right there on the floor, in the dark, more than anything else I’d ever wanted.
