Sleeping With the Enemy

    Sybil had been wanting him to kiss her all night-before the night began, in fact. On the instant, she dismissed the anxiety that had trailed her from the conference center and all the up to their room. She didn’t care if they’d been seen together. She didn’t need to keep it secret anymore-not for his sake or for hers.

    She kissed him back with all the yearning that had been building inside of her. It almost seemed as if they both caught fire. The heat that surged between them as they explored each other’s mouths was nearly blistering. They broke for a gusty breath of air and met again, exploring cheek and ear and neck and throat with their mouths, dueling for dominance. They began tugging at one another’s clothes, impatient to have nothing between them, and then gave up on solving the confusing intricacies of closures and simply tugged clothing aside to touch and fondle.

    Anka caught her buttocks and hoisted her up the wall, spearing into her with the head of his cock the moment he had her positioned. She gasped, tightened her grip on him and fought to engulf his heated, turgid flesh. He shifted, bracing her against the wall for better leverage and curled his hips to drive himself deeper. He’d no sooner achieved full penetration than some inconsiderate son-of-a-bitch pounded on the door.

    “Turn down service!”

    “Gods!” Anka growled under his breath and then bellowed, “Go the fuck away!”

    Sybil bit her lip, but the amusement was brief. Amusement flickered in his own eyes, but it was surpassed by the heat of desire as he claimed her mouth again. A sharp thrill went through her at the double penetration of his tongue in her mouth and his cock inside of her. She sucked his tongue a little frantically, feeling her body racing toward culmination as he drove into her over and over, pounding against her g-spot.

    She broke the kiss as it hit her, crying out, shuddering as the muscles along her channel convulsed in waves of keen pleasure. He uttered a choked sound, drove deeply and spilled his seed even as she began to drift downward.

    They leaned together for a few moments, trying to catch their breaths. Finally, Anka rolled his forehead against hers. “Is there a bed in this room?”

    Sybil grinned at him. “There better be for what it cost.”

    He pulled free of her body, allowing her to slide to floor. “Let’s find it,” he suggested. Bending abruptly and catching her around the hips, he straightened with her across his shoulder.

    Sybil laughed. “What are you doing?”

    “I’m feeling savage tonight,” he growled, glancing around the room and then heading for the enormous bed.

    Sybil gasped when he tossed her onto the mattress. He followed her down, pinning her with his body and then simply studying her face.

    “What?” she asked finally, beginning to feel a little uneasy.

    “That’s my question. What were you doing dancing with Powell and that other wormy man?”

    She gave him a look. “You danced.”

    Something flickered in his eyes. “It was… required.”

    She shook her head, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. “It was just a dance.”

    His eyes narrowed. “It didn’t look like ‘just a dance’. He was all over you.”

    Surprise flickered through her. She considered informing him that it was customary and decided to discard the idea. “He danced closer than he should have. It’s part of our mating customs. The men are the aggressors. The woman either allows it, if she’s interested, or she lets him know she isn’t interested. He asked to go back to my quarters with me. I turned him down because I wanted to be with you.”

    She could tell he didn’t like that answer. He rolled away from her after a moment, lying on the bed beside her, one arm draped over his eyes. Sybil turned onto her side to study him, watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

    “I didn’t like it before I knew that much,” he muttered finally.

    The urge to tell him she loved him and had no interest in any man made her chest tight with the need and yet she realized that it was pointless to tell him. He was leaving. He had to leave and she had to stay. Neither of them had a choice, regardless of how they felt.

    And, truthfully, she was afraid of what he might say if she told him. He was jealous, but possessiveness didn’t necessarily mean he cared about her. It might mean nothing more than that she’d allowed him to consider her as a possession. He knew she hadn’t been with anyone before her and she’d welcomed him with open arms when he arrived.

    She didn’t honestly know what to say. “I wouldn’t have told you if I’d known it would make you angry. I only said it because I wanted you to know that I’d made my choice.”

    Sighing, she got up and scooted from the bed, looking down at her shockingly expensive dress with a touch of dismay. Not that she could blame him! She hadn’t made any attempt to dissuade him. Far from it!

    Irritated with herself, she removed the dress, laid it carefully over the back of a chair, and headed into the bathroom. She stopped abruptly when she’d surveyed the luxury bath. “Anka! There’s a… whirlpool!” she breathed in awe.

    Dashing over to it, she studied it for a moment and turned on the water to allow it to fill. Anka appeared in the door just as she shucked her thong and stepped into the water. “It’s big enough for two,” she suggested hopefully.

    He studied her for a long moment and finally looked around for a place to sit and remove his boots. Sybil found a bottle of bubble bath. Opening it, she sniffed it and then poured it beneath the pounding water. By the time Anka had undressed and reached the tub it was almost deep enough to turn on the jets. He climbed in and settled behind her.

    “You still mad at me?” she asked tentatively.

    He released a pent up breath. Slipping his arms around her, he pulled her back against his chest. “I wasn’t angry with you, nodia.”

    He’d given a good impression of it, she thought wryly. “What does that mean?” she asked, twisting her head to look up at him.

    “What?”

    “Nodia.”

    He nuzzled her ear with his nose and then nipped at the lobe. “Beautiful little star child with hair like sunlight and eyes like a cloudless summer sky,” he murmured huskily.

    Sybil smiled, feeling her cheeks flush. “No really.”

    He chuckled. “Little woman with beautiful breasts,” he murmured, opening his mouth over her ear.

    Goosebumps lifted along her neck and raced down her chest to make her nipples stand up into peaks. She shuddered. “That tickles.”

    He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, lightly squeezing her nipples between his fingers. “Is that what makes these pretty little buds sprout?” he murmured teasingly. “Tickles?”

    “It doesn’t sound like that many words. How could it mean all that?”

    “Tickles?” he murmured musingly.

    “Nodia.”

    “Little golden haired… monkey?”

    Sybil sent him a narrow eyed glance over her shoulder.

    He grinned at her. “Adorable little primate?”

    She rolled her eyes. “Fine! Don’t tell me.”

    He leaned down to suck a love bit at the curve of her neck and shoulder. “Short woman who makes my cock hard.”

    She chuckled at that. She could see how he might think she was short considering he towered over her, but she certainly wasn’t ‘dainty’.

    “No interest in the hard cock?”

    Laughing, Sybil got up to face him, pushing his legs together and then settling astride his lap. “Where is this hard cock you keep crowing about?” she murmured, leaning close to nibble at his lips while she explored his chest with her hands and pretended she couldn’t find her way. He caught the back of her head with one palm to bring her closer, opened his mouth over hers, and then caught her hand with his other and guided it around his erection.