Page 68 of Vas

Looking at the time, he saw Anya’s shift would be over soon, so he gathered his laptop and took it to his safe in the closet, securing it before she arrived. Then he headed for the door. There was a piece of pie at Red’s with his name on it and a pretty girl there to serve it to him.

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Vas trailed his fingers down the soft skin of Anya’s thigh, hiking her leg higher as he moved within her.

He would never grow tired of having her surrounding him.

Her heat pulled him in and the slick glide of her pussy tempted him to prolong the pleasure. But he knew he wouldn’t last forever. Her soft little mews, her fingertips clutching at his back, and the tiny spasms he felt teasing his dick would see to that.

“Vas!” she cried out. The fingertips at his back turned into nails biting into his flesh as her whole body shuddered beneath him.

He rode that wave, sinking into her with a powerful thrust, his hands squeezing the soft globes of her ass, his breath held as his orgasm took over.

Finally letting himself go.

Heart racing, he buried his face into her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was distinctly Anya as he caught his breath. “Am I crushing you?” he mumbled, nuzzling the soft skin he found right behind her ear.

Her fingers glided up his back to tangle in his hair, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “No. I like your weight.”

Still inside her, he felt the truth of that statement when her pussy spasmed. His dick twitched in an answering response.

They laid like that for long minutes while the sweat on their bodies cooled. This was when he was most at peace—his body connected with Anya’s and the hum of his orgasm still coursing through him. Being in her arms made him forget all the ugly in the world.

“You didn’t fall asleep, did you?” She played her fingers through the short hairs at his nape.

He smiled against her warm skin. “No.” But it had been a near thing.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him and tucking her to his side. Her leg covered his thighs and her arm hugged his middle. He ran his hand back and forth across its smooth skin, his other hand firmly grasping her ass.

Tiny puffs of warm breath hit his chest, growing more rhythmic as the minutes marched. She was growing drowsy, but there was something he had to tell her before she fell asleep.

“I need to go to Vegas next week. I have one last loose end to tie up before I can quit for good.”

He felt her smile and heard the sleepy amusement in her tone when she murmured, “And you thought to butter me up first before telling me?”

He grinned at the ceiling. “Bad news goes down a little easier with some sugar.”

She snorted, and the burst of air tickled the hairs on his chest. “That’s medicine and you’re a far cry from Mary Poppins.”

He raised a brow. “Closer to Bert the chimney sweep?”

“More like Paul Bunyan with his axe.” Her arm moved from hugging him, dislodging his hand, and she made a slicing motion with her finger across her neck, complete with sound effect.

He knew she was alluding to when he fired someone, but the dramatization hit a little too close to home. To cover the sour pit that formed in his gut, he dramatically exclaimed, “You wound me,” while moving to cover his heart with a hand.

Softly chuckling, she rolled on top of him, her hair falling to frame her face. The tenderness in her eyes, the smile on her lips, those damn freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose sparked something in his chest.

Reaching up, he cupped her cheeks. “I love you.” He hadn’t meant to say that—at least, not yet. Not until he could say the words with a clear conscience, but they’d just slipped out and now there was no taking them back. The acid in the pit of his stomach churned.

Her eyes widened as though he’d surprised her. And he supposed he had. Though he’d been trying, the more tender emotions were still new and hard for him to express.

Her hand came up to wrap around his wrist where his hand still cupped her face. Her eyes grew warm and even a little misty. “I love you too. I’m not exactly sure when it happened because it seems like the feeling has been there all along, simmering in the background since I served you your first slice of pie, but there’s no denying the truth of it.”

He ran a hand to the back of her neck, gathering and fisting her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. He wanted her to clearly see his every emotion and the truth behind his next words. “I knew that you were special from the first moment I saw you. I’m not sure what drew me exactly, but whatever it was, it called to me. It reached a hand deep into my chest, taking hold of my heart, and didn’t let go. I was a goner in that moment. And though I may have fought it at first, the outcome was inevitable. You were meant to be mine, and I defy anyone or anything that tries to take you from me. I will never let you go.”

A tear fell down her cheek. “Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream and you’re a figment of my imagination, because you’re too good to be true.”

He swiped a thumb to wipe away her tears. “No, sweetheart, I’m not good. But I am very real and I’m all yours.” He rolled them until she was under him and at his mercy, then growled, “Now open that sweet mouth so I can taste what’s mine.”

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