Page 7 of Love's Unexpected Surprise

Without waiting for a response he starts slowly thrusting himself in and out, less resistance each time he moves. “Yes!” I cry out as ecstasy builds in my system.

Never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine it feels as good as this.

Alexei loses himself while he's on top of me, thrusting long and hard while I writhe on the mattress below him. I can hardly contain myself, and I don't even think about how embarrassing it is that my neighbors can probably hear every whimper escaping my throat. I can see how Alexei's eyes light up when I moan, and he does everything in his power to make it happen more.

I'm amazed at how well I can feel his cock inside me. It hardens and stiffens the longer he thrusts, and when he slows down, I can feel how he's throbbing and ready to burst. He waits until I'm trembling and shaking as another orgasm washes over my body before he lets himself go.

The two of us cry out and moan while we come together, and Alexei completely loses control of himself. He thrusts harder and deeper, gripping my hips with his hands as he finishes.

When we're both finished, he lays down beside me and grabs my face to pull it closer for a kiss. I hungrily accept it and turn around to rest my head on his chest moments before falling asleep.

4

The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up, and it takes me a moment to remember what happened last night. Amelia is still in my arms, breathing deeply beside me, with her hair covering her face. I reach over to the nightstand and silence the phone, not wanting to disturb this moment.

Amelia looks sweet when she's awake, but when she sleeps, there's nothing but peace on her face. It would be a crime to disturb her right now. Amelia trusts me. Of course, she doesn't know who I really am or what it is I do everyday. She doesn't know who I work for.

The moment she finds out, there's no doubt in my mind she'll run as far as she possibly can. Any sane woman would. But maybe, just maybe, I can keep this from her and the two of us can be together. I've never wanted to be with a woman as badly as I do right now.

This is a brand-new feeling for me. I’ve fought my entire life for the things I have now, and lying right beside me is another thing I know I'll have to fight for.

The phone rings again, and I grab it to silence it. This time, looking at the screen, I see that it's my boss, Dimitri. It's unusualfor him to call me so early, so I know it has to be important. Dimitri has always preferred to sleep late and handle business in the evening. What intrigues me the most is that it's only been four days since my last hit. I almost never have them so close together. Dimitri knows I need time to cool down to make sure nobody is on to me after a kill.

I silence the call and reluctantly wiggle out of Amelia's grasp and tiptoe out of the bedroom. When I'm in her small bathroom, I close the door and answer the phone.

“Why did you not answer?” Dimitri immediately asks, anger apparent in his voice.

“I was occupied. What do you want?” My voice is short and I know this is going to come back to bite me.

“I have a job for you. The details are with Leonidas. Go to him today.” It's a minor annoyance that he can't just tell me over the phone, but I understand why he's cryptic like this. Working in the industry we do, we have to protect our secrets as best as we can. Adding a few extra steps in the process is a minuscule inconvenience not to get caught for your crimes. “And Alexei, I need this done as soon as possible.”

I don't have a chance to say anything else before he hangs up. I don't know if Amelia is awake in bed or not, but regardless I try to cover my tracks by flushing the toilet and washing my hands. When I walk across the narrow hall to the bedroom, she’s stretching in the bed, her eyes half open, and she stares at me with a smile.

“Hey,” she groggily whispers. She pulls the blanket higher on herself, shaking off the early morning chill in the room. I know she's not wearing a damn thing under those covers, and I immediately move to join her to help keep her warm. “I was starting to think you left.”

“I wouldn't dream of it,” I reply, kissing her forehead and brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face to get a clearview of it. As much as I try to push the memory of the call out of my mind, I can't. I need to know what I have on my schedule before I can do anything else. “What do you say the two of us go get some breakfast? I know a great diner around here.”

She smiles, tracing her fingers over the peaks and valleys of the muscles on my chest, before kissing my chin. “That sounds amazing. I think the two of us were a little preoccupied last night, and I'm starved now.”

“Yeah? You definitely worked up an appetite,” I laugh as I watch her slide out of the bed and walk across the room stark naked. I lean back against her headboard, watching her grab some clothes from her dresser and make her way to the bathroom. I would give anything to shirk off all of my responsibilities and stay with her all day long, passionately making love to her.

My cock stiffens thinking about shoving her on the mattress and taking her breasts in my mouth, hearing her moan underneath of me once again. I have to force the thought of my phone call with my boss into my mind to calm down a bit and put my clothes back on.

When I get to the diner, all I have to do is get information from Leonidas. After that, I can spend the rest of the day with Amelia.

She comes back in the room in a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an oversized band T-shirt that she ties behind her back to be more form-fitting. There's almost nothing of her flesh exposed, yet this is the sexiest she's ever looked at me. It's casual and comfortable, but there's something adorable about how she wears it.

“You ready?” I ask, moving over to her and giving her a kiss on the lips. I intended it to be quick, but I can't help but linger and enjoy the taste of the toothpaste still in her mouth.

We reluctantly separate from one another and I grab all of my belongings before heading out to the car with her. She laughs as I open the door and close in for her, still entertained by the chivalry.

“I thought you said the diner was nearby?” Amelia asks, her voice still light and amused, when she realizes it's been about twenty minutes and we're still not there.

We've already passed dozens of restaurants we could have stopped in for a Saturday morning breakfast. I'm sure all of them have their own delicious breakfast specials, but none of them have what I need.

“I must have miscalculated how far away you live,” I say, shrugging it off casually.

We make small talk for the rest of the drive, talking about places in the area we've been and we make tentative plans to go to some new restaurants that opened downtown at some point together. Even though I like the idea of making plans for the future with Amelia, my mind is preoccupied.

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