Page 70 of The Game

“Did your friend Fabian find anything else useful?” she adds.

“Apart from an email account full of porn sites and gambling debts and a disastrous bank balance, you mean?”

Anna leans back and stares up at me. “He got into hisbank account?”

“I don’t think that’s even that difficult these days. He’s very good at what he does.”

“I guess that explains the demand for money.” Anna’s eyes dart around, narrowing on the countertop.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“Whether Fabian could get me ammunition on people in Russia. People who might want to manipulate me for one reason or another.”

“Manipulate you?”

She shakes her head. “It’s dog-eat-dog in Russia. In sport. People hold things over other people and blackmail them. Everybody is trying to grab alittle bit more than everyone else. You’re always looking over your shoulder.”

Well, it’s not quite the deal Maroz was talking about, but it sounds similar. I slump into her. I need to remember that Anna is as tough as old boots. “You could talk to Fabian. He’s had some dealings with Russian hackers in the past.”

“He has?Wow.Let me think about it. Some of these people are ones you wouldn’t want to cross. Who knows what they’d do if they found out you or I had some dirt on them?”

One day, I hope she’ll tell me more about all this. It’s odd the relationship I have with Anna. We’ve agreed we’re not boyfriend/girlfriend and we’re exploring this, but she’s a famous person: Do I have the right to ask questions? I’d rather she spontaneously shared things. She’s been badly burned in the past, and who am I? Some random stranger she met about a month ago. But I want to be more than that. I want to be her person. She’s the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met.

My body is reminding me of the unfortunate consequences of standing next to Anna while I’m trying to have a serious conversation with her. When I’m close to her, my mind replays the nights we’re in bed together like they’re on a permanent reel. And she must sense some shift in my mood because she lifts her head and gives me a small smile.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think that …” I start.

“It’s fine, Adam. You’re honest about what you’re doing, and it means a lot. It’s rarer than you’d think.”

Sliding my hand into her hair, I trail my lips over hers, and she grabs my neck and pulls me right into her body. I push her against the wall, mouth greedy as I harden in my jeans. Her other hand reaches into my back pocket, strong fingers squeezing, so I hoist her up and she winds her legs around my waist as I carry her down the corridor. And fuck, she’s as eager as I am because, as soon as I set her feet on the floor of the bedroom, she yanks my shirt out of my pants with unsteady hands, grabbing the collar and trying to wrestle it over my head. Breath saws in and out of my chest. When I take over getting my shirt off, her questing fingers run all over my torso, mapping my muscles, and it makes me grateful for all those long years of jujitsu training. I’m pulling hertop over her head when she undoes the first button on my waistband and then pops several more.

“Oh God,” she says, on a gulp, fingertips brushing my erection. “I need …”

I swallow her words with my mouth; she doesn’t have to say it. I want this, too: the hot tightness of her down my length. My years of abstinence have made me insatiable. I pull my wallet out of my pocket, fumbling for the condom before handing it over to her, throwing the wallet to the floor, followed by my jeans and boxers that I step out of and kick away. As I peel her soft gym pants over her hips, she shimmies her panties down and I shuffle forward until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she falls onto the covers and I follow her down, shifting so we’re fully on the mattress. She takes me in her hand and plays with the base of my cock and, as her fingers drift down to my balls, all the muscles in my pelvis lock tight.

“I love you doing that,” I whisper. “It feels so good.”

She winds a strong leg around my thigh as I press into her, bringing her other knee to my hip and adjusting herself to get me right where she wants me. I rut against her. Fuck, can I not take anything slow with this woman?Maybe one day.

But she’s pressing on my chest insistently, so I lift up onto my hands, taking in her flushed cheeks and dark, stormy eyes.Turned-on Anna. Her fingers trail down my body and find my length again, rubbing her thumb tantalizingly over the tip and my hips move, pushing into her hand. But she brings her other hand up to her mouth and rips open the condom packet with her teeth before rolling the latex down. Then she wriggles closer and guides me to her entrance. As I push forward, she gives around me, all tightness and heat as I press slowly inside and her muscles clamp down. Holy shit.My cock twitches, and I groan as I bury my head in her neck.This is always so good.

“Anna,” I mumble into her damp skin, trailing hot kisses over her collarbone.

Goosebumps follow the path of my mouth, and she rocks her hips up, pulling me farther in, undulating all around me. So I reach between us and play gently with her clit as she gasps, her legs widening to make more roomfor my hand and I pull back my hips, thrusting slowly through it, my fingers wandering all over slippery skin.

Her head thunks into my shoulder, and her head turns into my throat, mouth open in a silent plea, wet and warm, and it makes me feel like a king that I can make her come apart like this.

“Adam,” she says in a strangled voice.

She’s so slick, everything hot and loose, and I roll us onto our sides, deepening my thrusts.

“You’re soaked,” I say. “I want to taste all this later, get it all over my face,” and when I test my teeth on her neck, she twitches around me.Close.

“Do you remember,” I whisper as I thrust into her, “how wet you got when I put my mouth on you last night? How much you liked my tongue just here?” I slide my hand between us to play, and she moans into my throat. I’m relentless as I push into her. Fuck, I’m on the edge, too, my release tingling in my balls and up my cock.

“Oh God, Adam,” she gasps. “Please, you need to … ohGod… please …”

My stomach knots. We’ve come at this so fast, yet again. One day I’ll be able to savor this for longer, but it feels impossible right now. I don’t let up with my fingers and she starts to fall, her head lifting up, hot breath on my neck, a long groan pressing into my skin that sounds like the best sound in the world.

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