Page 60 of Property of Anchor

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he rasped and kissed lower.

“You.All of you.”

He groaned like he was in pain.His mouth found my belly and trailed heat down until he reached the apex of my thighs.He kissed me there, as his fingers spread me open.

“So wet,” he growled.“All for me.”

His mouth closed over my clit, and I cried out as my back arched.He worked me slow and deep with his tongue.He drove me to the edge as his fingers gripped my hips and I writhed beneath him.

I came hard.My thighs shaking around his head, and my fingers twisted in the sheets.He didn’t stop until I was trembling and breathless.Until I had to tug him up by the shoulders and kiss him with everything I had.

“Your turn,” I whispered against his lips as I reached between us.

He was already hard, thick and hot in my hand.I stroked him slowly and loved the way his jaw clenched and a low groan rumbled in his chest.

“You still want this?”he asked, voice rough.

I wrapped my legs around his hips.“Yes.I want you.”

He slid inside me in one slow, perfect thrust.

My breath caught.He filled me so completely I could barely think.He paused, giving me a moment, and his forehead rested against mine.

“Jesus, Pearl,” he rasped.“You feel like heaven.”

I kissed him and moaned into his mouth as he started to move.Deep, smooth strokes that had me clinging to him, and gasping his name.He rocked into me over and over, and each time felt better than the last.

We moved together, lost in each other, the world narrowed to just our bodies and the sounds we made: moans, whispers, desperate kisses.

“I’m close,” I whispered as my nails dug into his shoulders.

He reached between us, rubbed my clit in tight circles, and that was it.I shattered beneath him, crying out his name as he kept thrusting through my orgasm.A moment later, he followed with a deep groan, my name on his lips as he buried himself deep and let go.

He collapsed over me, careful not to crush me, and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close.

We stayed that way, tangled and panting, until our breaths slowed and the room settled around us.

Anchor lifted his head and kissed me softly.“That should hold me for a little while.”

I smiled, lips brushing his.“Just a little?”

He chuckled and pulled me tighter.“Yeah, doll.Just a little.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Anchor

The heat on Skull Island didn’t just come from the sun, it came from the pressure of secrets and the slow boil of unanswered questions.I sat in my office, feet up on the corner of my desk, and eyed the bank of monitors mounted on the wall like they might finally give me the one answer I needed.

In the last few days, we’d turned this island into a goddamn fortress.

Every trail—every fucking trail—was now under camera watch.We’d cut back brush, reinforced old fencing near the cliffs, and added motion sensors near the tunnel entrance and the boat docks.Skull and Cross rerouted wiring so every feed came back to both the surveillance office, my office, and my goddamn phone.

No one was coming or going without us knowing.

Pearl had been my only peace.

Each night, I found myself walking back to her cabin without even meaning to.And every time I saw her face, her sleepy smile, that perfect curve of her hips in my shirt, I felt steadier.But I also saw the worry there and the flicker of doubt she tried to hide.Like maybe she thought this would disappear when the danger did.

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