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Heart pounding, I’m desperate to clamp my thighs together, to make his fingers move and relieve this torturous ache.

“Please,” I beg. “I want you.” He groans and presses his fingers firmly though my jeans.

“You’re mine, Anya.” He tilts my head back, that damn thumb pulling my mouth open wider. My heart races as I somehow know exactly what he’s going to do. He brushes his thumb against my lip, and my mouth follows it, my toes curling in my shoes. His thumb scrapes across my bottom teeth and my tongue flicks against his skin. I open wider for him, wrapping my lips around his digit, desperate to be feel him on my tongue.

With a groan, he yanks his hand away and replaces it with his mouth. We attack each other with frenzy. I clamp my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his length pressing against me, in the most delicious tease. He quickly unbuttons my jeans and plunges his fingers into my underwear, his attention right where I need him. I let out a haggard breath as I desperately reach for his zipper, taking his cock in my hand.

“Condom?” I ask breathlessly, as I squeeze his hot length.

He pulls my jeans off completely, throwing them on the floor and reaching into his pocket. He hands me a condom and I take over, rolling it over him as an excuse to touch him. I guide him to me and the first flex of his hips has him sliding into me. Deep.

We both freeze at the sensation. His head buries into my neck as he groans. I clutch his hair and try to catch my breath. He rolls his hips, pulling out and back in so, so slowly. His hands settle on my ass, pulling me onto him in time with each flex of his hips.

His fingers return to my clit, and it isn’t long before I’m tumbling off the edge, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers on my clit and his cock deep inside me.

He follows soon after, clutching my thighs tightly to his hips.

I rest my forehead against his chest, still covered by his t-shirt. I can feel his heart beating erratically through the cotton.

God, we didn’t even take all our clothes off. He presses a kiss to my forehead and slowly pulls out.

“Danny,” I start softly. I don’t even know how I’m going to finish my sentence.

He brushes the hair out of my face and tilts my head gently to look at him. “Don’t. Don’t deny us this.”

I take a deep breath, his blue eyes pleading. Maybe it’s the orgasm but I can’t think of a single reason not to do this. Not to allow myself — us — this electric chemistry.

Whatever he sees in my eyes has him backing off, reaching for my jeans and helping me hop off the counter. Which is good because my legs are trembling so much I don’t think I can stand.

“I’m going to freshen up,” I say, clutching my jeans to my chest and heading for the small bathroom.

“Okay.”

Closing the door behind me, I race to the sink and splash cool water on my face. Looking in the mirror, I take in my bedraggled appearance. I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked. Great.

Pulling my jeans back on and attempting to look respectable, I take a steadying breath and head back into the room.

He’s where I left him, leaning against the counter. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth.

“Okay look freckles, before you say anything, you need to stop overthinking it.” He runs his hand through his hair. “This doesn’t have to be anything more than it is.”

I swallow. “I just need some time.”

“Let’s talk after wrap.”

I nod shakily, still trying to lower my blood pressure.

He nods seriously. “That was pretty hot though.”

An incredulous laugh bubbles out of me. Trust him to make me laugh at a time like this.

“I’ll come back to take you to makeup soon,” I say as I push the door open, rushing down the stairs into the fresh air as I try to decide what the hell I’m going to say after wrap.

Chapter 21

ANYA

The last scene of the day is in the courtroom again, which means I can’t linger near the action and have to wait in the hallway. Despite being near the craft table, it feels like I’m waiting for a sentencing myself.

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