Page 248 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Fabric rustled to the floor and she clenched her muscles in expectation. Her hands were still above her head and she clasped them together.

She heard a sound that sounded like something tearing, and then smelled latex. She wrinkled her nose. “A condom?”

The bed moved as he reached to stroke her cheek.

Maybe the girls in Europe weren’t... fixed the way Devin took care of his girls. “You don’t need to?—‍”

The thoughts disappeared as he moved back onto the bed between her legs. He was breathing heavily as he leaned forward and pressed his cock against her very wet opening. It felt weird. She’d never had sex with a condom before and wondered why anyone would want to. But when he began to press himself inside her, once again, all thoughts disappeared from her mind.

“Oh, God!” His large girth became apparent very quickly. She clutched at the pillow above her and tried to scoot away, fearful of the pain. But he leaned forward and kissed her, slowly moving inside and letting her body adjust. As Mr. J filled her and he scraped against the ceiling of her tight channel, pleasurable pressure quickly built. She gasped for breath and dug her fingernails into her palms. “Oh, God! I’m going to come!”

He slid a finger across her cheek, and her body exploded. She cried out in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper. The pain of his size accentuated the feeling and she soared to another level of pleasure. He held her hands with his as he moved, making the orgasm last for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t more than a minute before Anna heard him grunt and let out a deep groan as he stiffened against her and came. He squeezed her hands so tightly she was half-afraid he’d rip them off. Their bodies moved as one, each movement igniting a new wave of pleasure that intensified the moment.

When Mr. J finally collapsed on the bed next to her, Anna’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it would break a rib. “I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a really long time.”

Mr. J let out a breathy chuckle and squeezed her hand.

She grinned up at the ceiling she couldn’t see. “I’d do that again,” she offered cautiously.

He moved and kissed her deeply, stroking her cheek the whole time.

“I’ll take that as an agreement?”

Another gentle caress on the cheek. He kissed her again and then moved off the bed. Fabric rustled and assumed he was dressing. She lay quietly, listening to his nearly silent movements until she could feel him looking at her again. She smiled in the direction of his sounds, wishing she could see him.

He pressed something thin and cool into her hand. The leaving token. “Will I ever get to see you?”

There was a hesitation and then he kissed her on the mouth gently. He pulled away and she heard quiet footsteps lead away from the bed. The door opened and closed. He hadn’t answered her question.

She cautiously pulled the blindfold off and blinked, her eyes watering in the light after being in the dark for so long. Throughout the room, candles flickered and cast a warm, soft glow. Rose petals had been scattered on the bed. She looked at her hand to see what he had given her.

A single pink rose.

She stared at it for a moment and dropped it, jerking her hands away from the gift. No. Pink roses were only Alex’s to give.

But Alex is dead. It wasn’t Mr. J’s fault that pink roses reminded her of her dead husband. She picked it up again, inhaled its scent, and put it on the pillow. She blew out all the candles and turned out the light.

Lying in the darkness, she stared up at the ceiling, thinking back over the unexpected evening. She could pretend Mr. J was Alex. If she never got to see him, it would be easy to do. It would give her a face to imagine. But was that wise?

She brought the rose to her nose and inhaled the fresh scent once more, and sighed. Maybe she could just allow this mystery man to give her new memories. He seemed to want to see her again. It would be a long time before she married Kurt. One last romantic fling with a mysterious stranger. In the Mystery Room of the Library Hotel.

How fitting.

Chapter 127

Anna’s phone rang, dragging her out of a wonderful dream about mystery men with hard chests. She looked around for her purse and found it on the nightstand next to her. She smiled at Mr. J’s thoughtfulness and dug out her phone. It was Cameron.

“Hi, Cameron.” She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she fell back onto the bed.

“You sound happy,” Cameron said. “I was worried when I didn’t hear from you last night.”

Anna glanced at the clock. Almost eleven. She never slept this late. “Sorry, Cam, I forgot to let you know I was okay.”

“That good, eh?” He laughed.

“Oh, God, yes!”

“Are you home? I want to hear all the juicy details.”

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