Page 165 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

They’d briefly discussed Travis joining them in New York, but Brandon had forbidden it. Being the bastard son of an Elder had its downfalls, he supposed. Justin’s understanding was that very few were given permission to leave the Manors. Travis was lucky to have such a nice dad.

Justin respected his own dad, but he wasn’t an easy man to get along with. Wayne Sawyer didn’t understand why his son wanted to spend his time “prancing around the stage like a fag,” so when Justin got suspended from the ballet company in New York, he eagerly took the audition in San Francisco. How would his father react to his return? They hadn’t left on the best of terms. Maybe his dad would consider him helping Anna escape an act of redemption.

“I can help you with that,” a soft, feminine voice said nearby.

His eyes snapped open and his hand froze on his cock. Anna sat in the chair across from his bed, her knees tucked into her chest and her chin resting on top. God, she was beautiful. Her thick, sable-brown hair glinted with red highlights in the morning sunlight that streamed in through the window. She watched him with big, expressive green eyes from under long black lashes. Her Half-Immortal nature gave her skin a golden glow, making it appear as if she spent a healthy amount of time outdoors. He wanted to nip that full lower lip of hers and hear her sigh.

Oh, that thought did not help his blood cool down.

She smiled as if she knew what he was thinking, and glanced down at the bulge that was obvious beneath the thin blankets.

She was only twenty-four, but the sadness in her eyes made her look so much older. She’d seen and experienced things no sweet and innocent girl should ever have to see or experience. But at the same time, there was an alluring quality to her expressive eyes. A mixture of sadness and seduction that was nearly irresistible.

God, that thought did not help either.

He tented his knees and gave her a playful frown. What would it be like to have those lips wrapped around his cock? All he had to do was ask. But he didn’t want her thinking he was using her. She’d been used enough. He wanted to treat her like the sweet woman she was, not as a convenient sex toy.

She stood, her nipples pushing at her thin pink t-shirt, and sat next to him. “I don’t think you’d treat me as a sex toy.”

“How did you?—‍”

She tilted her head and smiled. “I can read men. I know what they want before they ask.” She trailed her hand down from his knee to his throbbing cock. “Release is the least I can do after all you’ve done for me.”

Thinking clearly became impossible as her thumb caressed his shaft.

“You could call it a perk for delivering me to New York. Besides, I get really restless if I don’t have sex for a few days.”

He groaned. “Don’t tell me that . . . .”

She ran her hand up his stomach and onto his bare chest. Her finger grazed his nipple, causing a surge of desire to ignite within him.

They were alone on a train, traveling to a safe place for her. And Anna was licking his nipple in their shared bedroom on the train. He fisted her hair and brought her face to his. Before he’d left, he’d sworn to Travis that he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. And Travis had laughed and told him he wouldn’t be able to say no.

Yeah, he was right.

Unable to resist any longer, he pressed his lips against Anna’s with a hunger and desire that had been building up inside of him for months.

Justin’s demeanor changed so quickly it shocked Anna. She hoped she hadn’t influenced him into acting against his will. She certainty didn’t want him to feel guilty, but she did want him inside of her.

He pulled her onto his bed, laced his hands through her hair, and pressed his mouth against hers. As she stretched out on top of his long body, she let out a soft moan. She pressed her hips against his cock and he groaned, making her giggle against his mouth.

“You’re laughing at me?”

“You could have saved yourself a night of unease had you taken me up on my offer last night.”

“I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“Mmm . . . I prefer sex.”

He chuckled and rolled over to pin her beneath him. “How can I possibly argue with that?” He kissed her neck and brought a hand up her ribs, under her shirt, and to her breast. With each gentle stroke of his hands, she couldn’t help but arch her back and let out a moan of pleasure. She gasped when his thumb brushed across her nipple.

“You have rings,” he murmured against her neck.

“You didn’t know?”

“I tried not to stare at your breasts.” He sat up and pushed her shirt up and over her head, letting it drop onto the floor. “But I will happily do so now.”

She giggled as she watched him smile at her breasts. “Do you approve?”

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