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  They slipped into the back, Anya going first, quickly followed by Eric’s lean body. He gave the driver the address and then settled in, his arm slung around the back of the seat, behind Anya’s head.

  The cab driver pulled into the traffic.

  Eric edged closer and nuzzled her neck, making her squirm. His mouth pressed against the lobe of her ear, and he spoke so gently she wondered if she’d misheard him. “I can’t wait until we get to my place.”

  She turned to him. “Wh—” she started to say, but he silenced her with another kiss, his teeth gently finding her lower lip and grazing the sensitive flesh. He lifted his mouth from hers and pressed it back against her ear. “Open your legs.”

  A spark fired through her.

  “I’ll be discrete. I promise.”

  He might be able to be discrete, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

  “You trust me, don’t you?” he said. “Now do as I say.”

  She couldn’t resist him.

  Anya parted her thighs a little, feeling the cool air hit her skin. She wore a pair of panties, but they were a flimsy scrap of material and wouldn’t hinder his progress.

  Eric reached across her body and pulled the other side of her coat across her lap. He looked into her eyes, amusement and lust dancing in their chocolate depths in equal measures. The coat provided a barrier from any peeping eyes in the rearview mirror. He slid his hand beneath the jacket, his fingertips walking up the inside of her thigh. As she’d predicted, the panties were simply pulled to one side, and before she knew it, the warm probe of his fingers pressed against her pussy.

  She stifled a moan and edged down in the seat, allowing her thighs to spread farther, making access for Eric easier. She was already wet from the time she’d spent with both Eric and Logan, and also from the wicked public display of affection in front of the bar. He slipped his fingers along her slit, opening her up.

  He pushed one digit inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around the intrusion, and she found herself moving against him, needing more. She wanted to lie back and open her legs for him fully, grab his hand and force two, three, even four fingers inside her and make him pump her hard. But she was acutely aware of the driver sitting only a matter of feet from her, and so she held herself back.

  He made no attempt to kiss her again, just watched her intently, studying her every reaction as he fingered her in the back of the cab.

  “Keep still, Anya,” he said, speaking against her ear once more. “He’ll notice.”

  She wanted to whimper in frustration.

  Eric pushed another finger inside her, increasing the stretch, creating the feeling of fullness she so desperately craved. Her hands reached for him, wanting to touch him, too, but he pushed her hand away with the one that wasn’t in her panties. She could see the bulge in his pants, knowing he was as turned on as she was, if that was even possible, but he wouldn’t let her touch him.

  Instead, she grabbed the material of his pants leg in one fist, bunching it up as he continued to push inside her with a slow, rhythmic pace. Her stomach tightened, the muscles in her thighs straining. Pleasure coiled and swam in her lower abdomen as he fingered her, converging to a peak in her clit. She arched her hips, wanting him to put pressure on the sensitive swollen nub. Her cream was slick on her thighs, and she imagined his hand must be soaked with her desire. She was too turned on to care.

  As if he’d read her body and known exactly what she needed, he shifted the position of his hand slightly and used his thumb to put pressure on her clit. She turned her face, burying it against his shoulder as her pleasure stepped up a notch.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped.

  He increased the pace, almost hard enough to hurt. Her building orgasm tilted her over the edge, and she plummeted down, freefall, held in the grip of the waves that powered through her. Her pussy clenched against his fingers, her hips involuntary rocking to pump his hand. To stop herself crying out, she bit into his shoulder.

  “Everything okay back there?” The cab driver’s voice.

  Anya managed to sit back up, Eric slipping his fingers from her body.

  “Fine, thank you,” he said, his voice completely composed. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked her cream from his fingers.

  Anya giggled, hiding her face against his shoulder once again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Anya

  By the time they’d reached Eric’s apartment, Anya had managed to compose herself, hoping the flush had died from her cheeks and chest. She couldn’t help but notice how the inside of the cab stank of her arousal as they’d climbed from the car. Will the scent alone turn the driver on? Would he end up with a hard on due to her pheromones but have no idea what caused it?

  Eric wasted no time getting her up to the apartment, throwing some cash at the cab driver—probably way above what the fare actually was—and whisking her up to his place. They were kissing before they even hit the elevator, and as soon as the door slid open, Eric pushed her inside, keeping her moving until her ass hit the mirrored wall behind. The kiss was hard and passionate, his hands lacing in her hair, framing her face. She reached down and cupped the hard length in his pants, loving the moan he emitted as she squeezed his cock.

  The elevator doors slid open, and they staggered out, Eric reaching into his pocket for his keys to unlock the front door.

  They fell into his apartment, her tugging at his pants, yanking down the zipper, and freeing him. She sighed in pleasure as her fingers wrapped around the silken, hard heat of him, and dropped to her knees.

  “Oh, Anya.”

  It was his turn to be pleasured.

  She opened her mouth, first inhaling his musky male scent, and darted out her tongue to lick at the salty pre-cum. She lifted her eyes to him as she did so, knowing how much eye contact turned him on. He was staring down at her, his full lower lip slack with lust, his breath ragged.

  Her heart swelled at the sight of him, knowing that all she wanted was to make him happy, to make him feel as though he couldn’t live without her.

  God, I love this man.

  The thought appeared in her mind, surprising her. And that was that. Her mind was made up. She would do anything to make Eric happy, even if it meant her parents never spoke to her again.

  She opened her mouth and leaned in, closing her lips around his shaft. Pushing down, the glans of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she groaned herself, knowing how it would make the back of her throat vibrate. His hands caught in her hair, knotting roughly, but she liked the pain.

  “Oh, fuck, Anya. That feels so good.”

  She swirled her tongue around his length, bobbing her head back and forth. She fisted the lower part of him, masturbating him as she sucked. He was so hard. She wanted him inside her badly. But first she wanted to tell him something.

  Pulling her mouth from him, but still using her fingers to stroke up and down his shaft, she looked up at him and said, “I’ll do it. I’ll tell my parents what we’ve been doing. You can have the exhibition.”

  It took a moment for what she’d said to sink in, and then he smiled and reached down to pull her to her feet. She let go of his cock, and he crushed her to him, his erection pressing hard against her stomach. He kissed her, long and hard, his fingers still in her hair.

  He broke the kiss. He gazed down at her and stroked her cheek. “You are fucking amazing, Anya. I hope you know that.”

  I love you, she wanted to say, but couldn’t. It was too soon.

  “Now you need to show me how amazing I am,” she teased him. “I want you inside of me.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He reached down to hook his arms beneath her thighs and picked her up. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, his erection pushed flat against his stomach and her pussy. She writhed on him, using her hips to get herself off on the hard length. Her arms wound around his neck, and they kissed even as Eric carried her across the floor of the apartment to lower her onto the couch.

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nbsp; “These panties have gotten in my way once too often this evening,” he growled, dragging them down her thighs and throwing them to the floor. At some point he’d kicked off his pants, so his erection stuck out in front of him, curving upward slightly toward his stomach. He knelt between her thighs, and she sat up a little, pulling at his shirt. He helped her undo the buttons and then stripped off the material.

  She saw the mirror crescents of teeth marks in his shoulder, and her heart jolted. “Oh, no, I hurt you.”

  “No, you didn’t. I enjoyed it. You can bite me whenever you want.”

  He unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only her black lacy bra. Without bothering to undo the back, he pulled the material of the cups down so they exposed her breasts, but still cupped beneath them, giving the effect of the kind of push up bra she certainly didn’t need.

  “Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

  He fell to her nipples, and reached between her legs at the same time, pushing his fingers inside her once again, while he sucked and licked her nipples. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her full breasts even farther into his face.

  Eric removed his fingers and used her cream to slick down his cock. Then he held himself over her and thrust his hips, the head of his erection pushing against her wet opening, stretching her inner labia as he pushed inside her.

  She gasped, “Oh, Eric,” and wrapped her legs around his hips, so her heels pressed into the solid muscles of his ass. She rocked her hips up to meet his, wanting him deeper and deeper. He lowered his face, kissing her throat, his teeth lightly biting. His hands found her hips, and he sat back on his heels, pulling her down the couch to bring her with him. Her legs straightened, her heels now around the back of his neck. She sat up, propped on her elbows so she could see. His cock drove in and out of her, the length of his erection coated in her cream.

  Anya squeezed her eyes shut as her second orgasm of the hour began to build.

  “Look at me,” Eric commanded. “Look at me.”

  She didn’t dare refuse. She opened her eyes and locked her gaze with his, intense, dark, smoldering. His jaw was locked, an almost angry expression on his face as he focused only on her.

  “Ah, fuck.” And he exploded inside her, keeping that eye contact. She came as well, crying out this time, not caring how loud she was.

  Spent, he slid down onto the couch beside her, pulling her into his arms, so she lay with her head on his chest, one leg slung over his. His mouth pressed against the top of her head, his breath heating her scalp.

  Her body relaxed in a way it hadn’t for the whole of that day. There was no place she’d rather be than held in his arms, their bodies sated. They were enclosed within a bubble of intimacy she didn’t want to break out of.

  Eric was the first to speak. “Did you mean what you said about going ahead with the exhibition?”

  She nodded against him. “Yes. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

  “I just thought because of the moment—”

  “Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to tell you, but it just came out. Everything both you and Logan said, about me needing to consider my future and about my parents finding out eventually anyway. I’m an adult, I can do what I want. I don’t think they’ll be happy about it by any stretch of the imagination, but I need to be true to myself.”

  “Thank you. I know that decision was really hard for you.”

  “The decision was the easy part. It’s facing my parents that’s going to be the difficult part.” She fell silent for a moment, wanting to ask him something, and trying to build up the nerve. She had to ask. If she was going to tell her parents she’d been modeling for erotic shoots, and they were going to be put on display for all of New York’s artistic community to see, then she could sure as hell ask Eric this one small thing.

  She took a breath and sat up a little so she could look him in the eyes.

  “Will you come with me when I go to tell them?”

  He nodded. “Of course I will, Anya. I’d love to meet your parents.”

  Her heart did a little leap in her chest. The way he’d said it was as if they were a real couple, and he was meeting them as a suitor. She’d only really expected him to think he was coming along as the photographer of the artwork, not that she was going to introduce him as her boyfriend. She loved that he wanted to meet them, but the circumstances were far from perfect. Would they be in awe that they were in Eric’s presence? She doubted it. It wouldn’t surprise her if her father grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her away from him.

  Sudden paranoia filled her. Perhaps he hadn’t been meaning that at all, and she’d misunderstood him. What if he expected to go purely as the photographer, and she introduced him as her boyfriend? She would just about die if he corrected her.

  She hadn’t wanted to discuss their relationship, but she felt she had no other choice. Whichever way she went, she could get it wrong and either embarrass or insult one or the other of them.

  “Eric,” she said, tentatively. “When you meet my parents, do you want me to tell them that we’re ...” She didn’t want to use the word ‘boyfriend,’ feeling like the term was more for young, student couples than a professional man of his stature. “Lovers,” she finished.

  “I hope we’re more than that, Anya,” he said, his tone soft. “There’s no one else for me. Of course, I don’t know about you—”

  “No, no,” she interrupted. “Of course there isn’t.” She smiled; she couldn’t help herself. He’d told her she was the only one. “Anyway, I spend all my time with you. I don’t have time to meet anyone else.”

  He became rough, playful, grabbing her, dragging her back down to the couch so his body was hovered above hers. “And that’s just the way I plan on keeping things.”

  Even as he kissed her, she couldn’t stop smiling.

  ***

  She opened her eyes to soft, morning light and the shape of a man standing, his broad back to her, in the corner of the room. He bent to tug on a pair of sneakers, and she smiled, taking the moment to admire the taut curves of his ass beneath the running shorts.

  “I hope you’re not leaving me.”

  He turned at the sound of her voice, a smile on his chiseled face. Just the sight made her heart flutter, her stomach doing a not-unpleasant flip-flop.

  “It’s six thirty,” he told her, striding across the room to pause at the edge of the bed. “I need to get to the gym.”

  She returned the smile and tugged back the covers, exposing the now cooling side of the bed he’d only just vacated. “I can give you a workout.”

  He bent, his hand raking through her blonde hair, tightening in the base, at the nape of her neck, to force her face to his as he kissed her on the mouth. He released her and straightened.

  “It’s Friday,” he said. “I have to go to the gym on Friday.”

  She sighed and rolled to her back. “And Saturday, and Monday, and Wednesday, I know.” Anya couldn’t hide the combination of disappointment and annoyance in her voice. She knew it was important to Eric to keep to his much regimented schedule, but after last night, with the important decision she’d made for him, and the admission that they were exclusive to each other, she thought he might have broken his routine to spend more time with her.

  “My world revolves around you, Anya—work and play. It’s important for me to keep some other focus in my life.”

  He’d only hinted so far about what he referred to as his ‘dark time,’ but when Anya had tried to dig deeper, he’d simply brushed her off, saying it wasn’t something he liked to talk about. But she saw it in his eyes, that lingering darkness, a strange melancholy mixed with fear. She wished she could reach inside him and take it away, but she couldn’t. In the meantime all she could do was be there for him and hope one day he would open up to her.

  Eric bent and kissed her again. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

  Anya wrinkled her nose. �
��I have to go to class.”

  “Really? You can’t miss it just this once?”

  She wriggled up to sitting. “No, I can’t. My work is important to me, too, Eric. I may not be successful like you, but I hope to be one day. If I don’t even bother turning up to class, I can hardly consider myself to be serious about art.”

  He straightened and stepped away from her, his hands held up in a position of surrender. Her heart sank, the atmosphere between them changing as she realized her sharp words had been too much. She didn’t want to mess this up between them.

  He’d turned away from her, and she panicked, worried she was losing him. She threw back the bedcovers and swung her legs from the bed. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, causing her nipples to crinkle and harden. She stood, naked, feeling the ache between her thighs, the stickiness left by the mixture of her juices and his cum. A couple of steps across the thick carpet brought her to stand behind him. He paused in combing his wet hair, sensing her there. She was so small compared to him, the top of her head barely reaching between his shoulder blades. She leaned against him, pressing her cheek against his back, and reached around to cup his cock above the soft material of his workout pants. Instantly, she felt him harden, his dick jerking against her touch. He exhaled, a slow, measured breath, and his whole body relaxed.

  “I’ll come back as soon as class is over,” she said. “Then we can continue where we left off.”

  She went to pull away, but he reached down and placed his hand over hers, stilling her. The pressure of his fingers made her increase her grip around his erection. He began to move her hand with his, running up and down the length of him. He was so hard, the head almost poking above the waistband of his pants. He let out a groan. “What are you doing to me, Anya?”

  She smiled against his shirt. “You’re not far off doing something to yourself.”

  He firmly removed her hand from his groin, and she felt herself wilt in disappointment, but it didn’t last long. Before she had the chance to register what was happening, he’d grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, the mirror image of the position they’d just been in. He propelled her forward into the bed, his erection grinding into the small of her back, just where her spine met the top of her buttocks. She let out an ‘oh’ of surprise and moved with him until the front of her legs hit the side of the bed she’d just vacated. His flat palm pressed against the middle of her back, forcing her to bend at the waist. To keep her balance, she placed her own palms on the bed, so she was bent over. Excitement and arousal raced through her in equal measures, making her whole body tremble in anticipation. Her pussy tightened, and she felt her cream lubricate her folds, slipping from her. She was naked, and the shape of his cock pressed against her, wetting the front of his pants with her arousal.