In reality, no meeting had been taking place at all. It was staged. The group was simply gathered in that conference room in hopes to lure in the culprit by making him think Conner had been fired.
Anton played into their hands faster than expected by waiting for Conner at the gym during the meeting. Sabrina’s involvement was unexpected.
Conner cringed to think she had endured a conversation that morning with Yenin.
The dean and the fake group meeting in the conference room had done so in hopes of flushing out the culprit, assuming it might take a while for the accuser to slip up and rat himself out with information only he or she was privy to—that Conner had been fired.
They hadn’t expected Sabrina to storm in. They hadn’t expected a lot of things. They for sure hadn’t expected to put the matter to rest so swiftly. That was just luck.
Anton Yenin had opened his mouth too quickly and stuffed his entire shoe down his throat.
The Russian opened his mouth again now, but no sound came out.
“Ah. So finally you have nothing to say. Listen, asshole. You’ve been tailing my ass for months. Obviously you’ve had enough spies to know my every move, including when I took a shit and who I spoke to. You’ve terrorized my girlfriend. I want this to stop. I am not coming to fight for you. I want every copy of the pictures you took right now, and I don’t want to see your face again.”
“Why would I do that?” Anton hedged.
“Because this place is surrounded with SWAT as we speak. So, unless you want me to give the word and arrest everyone inside, including you, for conspiracy, you’ll do as I say.”
Anton hesitated for several seconds and then turned toward a safe on the wall behind him and twisted the dial several times until it opened.
Conner ignored the piles of money inside and concentrated on the jump drive the man handed him as he turned back around. “That’s all of it? There are no other copies?”
Anton shook his head. “I’m a man of my word.”
Conner chuckled. “Right.” He leaned forward, putting his own hands on Anton’s desk. Conner was almost a foot taller than the man. “Do not piss me off again. Do you understand?”
Anton nodded, his gaze angry.
Conner turned around and left the office, pocketing the jump drive.
Rider held the door open, Angelica now covered in the blanket at his side.
They didn’t say a word as they left the makeshift arena and stepped out into the fresh air of the Vegas afternoon sun.
Conner turned toward Rider. “Thanks, man. You got this?” He nodded at Angelica. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with her. The police could handle her. They would want to question her extensively. Hopefully they would shake her up and scare her straight. Conner doubted she’d ever been in as much trouble as she was today.
“Yep,” Rider confirmed.
Conner hesitated and turned back to Angelica. “How long have you been following me?”
She shrugged.
“Why?”
“I wanted you to ask me out,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze.
“You’re a student.” He ran a hand through his hair. Obviously she wasn’t playing with a full deck. “Did you key Sabrina’s car?”
She ducked her head farther. That was all the answer he needed.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sabrina turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling with a sigh. She still couldn’t believe Conner had gone to such lengths to keep her name out of his problems with the university. She wanted to throttle him, even though he explained his reasoning—that once someone is accused of something, it never goes away. Some people would always believe she’d broken the rules.
Never mind he was willing to lose his job over it. Stupid man.
Nope. All he cared about was salvaging her reputation. And the only way he knew to ensure that was to refuse to tell the dean who was in the pictures. There had been no guarantee her coming forward would exonerate him anyway. It could just as easily have been too suspicious for the dean to believe. In which case, Sabrina would be tainted as the evil student who fucked the professor, and Conner still would have been fired.
She thought he was crazy.
The water shut off in the bathroom, and she turned her face to watch Conner saunter in with a towel wrapped around his body.
Sabrina had already showered before him. She’d headed straight for the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes the second they returned to his house while Conner had returned several phone calls to The Fight Club and Joe.
When he’d finally entered the bedroom, she was resting naked on his bed, staring at him coyly on her side, her head propped on one hand.
Conner’s eyes had gone wide, and a genuine smile had spread across his face for the first time that day. He held up one finger and padded into the bathroom.
That was three minutes ago. Now, a dripping male specimen twice her size with a body to die for sauntered toward her, dropping the towel on the floor as he did.
When he reached the bed, he lowered his gaze to the floor and spoke in a voice she knew he saved for quoting literature.
“‘…For what is not connected with her to me? And what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!’”
She giggled. “Is Jane Eyre all you ever quote?”
He lifted his gaze and gave her another good one.
“‘I was wrong to deceive you. I see that now, it was cowardly. I should have appealed to your spirit as I do now.’”
Sabrina flushed. She wanted him.
And she got her wish. He landed over her, grabbing her hands to hold them over her head as he smothered her with his body.
He lowered his face without a word and took her mouth in a kiss that scrambled her brain.
Sabrina couldn’t move a muscle. She was trapped. And she was not sorry. She was right where she wanted to be.
When he lifted his mouth off hers, it was to look her in the eye. His gaze was intense. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I never want to fight like that again.”
She smiled. “What fun would that be?”
He lifted one brow. “I’m going to spank your ass. You realize that, right?”
“I figured.” She bit her lower lip, not wanting him to realize how many times today she’d thought of bending over his knee when they were finally alone. He would be furious with her for so many reasons.
And she needed the intensity of a spanking to get her over the stress of living without him for the last week.
He hesitated, seeming to read her expression. And then he lifted off her and twisted to sit so his back leaned against the headboard, dragging her across his lap.
She moaned as he situated her.
His hand landed on her ass and rubbed. “You’re supposed to be nervous and reverent,” he chided. “Not so aroused by the prospect of my hand swatting your ass that you moan before I’ve begun.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She fought the urge to squirm. Everything he did aroused her. She was desperate for his touch. His hand on her ass. His cock inside her. His mouth wrapped around her breast. Anything. Everything.
Conner held her lower back steady while he stroked her ass with his other hand. He leaned to one side and reached for the bedside table.
She heard the drawer open, and then he righted himself.
She didn’t look over her shoulder. The suspense of whatever he had planned was enough.
A pop sounded, alerting her to what had to be lube. And then she flinched as a line of the cool liquid landed on her crack.
“I’m going to take you here tonight, baby.”
She gritted her teeth. Was that more than she bargained for?
No. She could do it.
She trusted him. He would be gentle when needed.
One finger landed on her tight hole and circled the entrance several times before pushing inside.
Sabrina squeezed her ass cheeks involuntarily.
“Relax, baby. Just feel. I’m going to plug this tight hole while I spank you. Afterward, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to speak.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was deep, breathy. Someone else’s.
Conner removed his finger and replaced it with the head of a plug. Immediately she knew it was larger than the last one he’d used.
She braced herself, holding her breath while she tried to relax her ass.
With a few twists, the plug slipped inside her, filling her fuller than anything she’d ever experienced.
“Conner…”
“You’re okay, baby. Just breathe.”
She did as he said, taking a long deep inhale and then letting it out.
“Good girl.” Without warning, he spanked her hard, right beneath the plug, so low on her ass that his hand made contact with her thighs as well.
It smarted. But her pussy immediately grew so wet she knew she was dripping onto the bed.
“Spread your legs wider, baby.” He nudged her thighs as he spoke.
She complied, exposing herself to his palm.
Conner slapped her again. Higher this time, on one cheek.
She flinched, but it wasn’t too bad.
Then a series of swats landed on her, back and forth, alternating cheeks. The heat rose, telling her how pink her ass would be if she could see it.
After massaging her ass for several seconds, he spanked her again. Lower this time, at the V of her legs. And then even lower, covering her thighs with his palm.
Sabrina moaned. She was close to coming. She’d been submissive for a long time. She’d done many spanking scenes with many Doms. None had made her come without touching her pussy.
“Oh, baby. That’s so hot. You’re so aroused.”
She moaned in response and didn’t move a muscle. She was afraid if she squirmed against his thigh, she would come.
“My girl needs to come so bad.”
Would he let her?
The last time he’d spanked her, he’d left her wanting all night long. Surely he wouldn’t do that again this time. They needed each other. She needed him…
Suddenly Conner lifted his thighs several inches, forcing Sabrina’s ass higher. “Legs wider.”
She spread them again, as far as she could manage.
He spanked her at the juncture of her pussy and her ass.
Sabrina squealed. She was so close.
And then he shocked her, his next swat landing solidly over her pussy. Hard.
She came so fast, she had no warning. She lifted her face off the bed, bracing herself on her forearms in disbelief as her orgasm slammed into her. Wave after wave with no direct contact to any part of Conner. His hand had immediately disappeared after that last slap.
“God, that’s beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ll never get enough of watching you come. But watching you come while lying over my knees, your ass a lovely shade of pink, and no contact with your pussy? That’s priceless.”
Every word he uttered was reverent.
Before she caught her breath, he flipped her over and landed on top of her, snuggling between her legs and forcing them wide. He gripped her hands and held them over her head once again.
“You’re mine, Sabrina.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t breathe or even see clearly.
“We won’t go through another week like that.”
“No,” she agreed.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Have you been taking your pill?”
“Of course.” She groaned at the thought.
“May I?”
“Please, Sir. God, yes.” She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her without a condom.
Before she finished her thought, he thrust into her so deep she arched off the bed on a groan, her head tipping back to expose her neck.
She wanted to wrap her arms around his middle. But a tug proved he wasn’t going to relent. He held her firmly.
He stared into her eyes before pulling slowly out of her and slamming back in. His cock felt huge rubbing against the plug. So full.
Sabrina closed her eyes and let herself feel. Every part of her was sensitized as he stroked through her again. Her arousal rose once again, another orgasm threatening to tip her over the edge so soon after the first.
“Don’t come yet, Sabrina.”
A deep groan escaped her lips. How was she going to hold back? Every stroke felt like heaven. She’d missed his cock so much.
“Baby, look at me.”
She blinked her eyes open.
“Don’t come,” he commanded again.
“I’m trying, Sir. But…”
He shook his head. “Do better than that.”
She gritted her teeth, pursing her lips against the rising need.
Conner fucked her pussy harder, faster. He wasn’t helping.
Suddenly, he was gone. In a quick motion, he flipped her over and dragged her to her knees. The plug was pulled out in the next instant, his cock resting at her entrance, more lube dripping onto her crack. Conner gripped her hips and held her steady. “Ready, baby?” His voice was hoarse as though he’d been screaming all evening.
She nodded into the mattress, resting on her forearms. She expected him to thrust into her, but he surprised her, easing his cock slowly into her ass.
Oh God. So full. So tight. Her pussy gripped at nothing.
After several agonizingly slow seconds, he was fully seated. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached his arm around her middle and pushed several fingers into her pussy. “Oh yeah. That’s it. I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. You need to come so badly, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered.
He withdrew his cock most of the way out and then pushed back into her ass. A deep moan escaped his lips.
Sabrina smiled. Thank God she wasn’t the only one affected by this. “Sir…” She was going to come.
Conner let loose, fucking her ass in rhythm with his fingers in her pussy.
It felt so good. Too good. Better than good. She rocked into his thrusts, holding her breath to keep the orgasm at bay.
“Now, baby. Come for me.”
That was all she needed. Both her pussy and her ass contracted, milking him in both holes at once. The orgasm was all-consuming. Her entire body participated. Her arms shook as she rode the waves of bliss.
And then Conner came, pushing himself deep inside her tight rear as he roared his release. When he was finished, he eased her onto the bed, slipping out of her to land at her side. He still covered most of her body, one arm wrapped around her back, one leg covering both of hers.
She faced him, unable to lift her head. His lips landed on hers in a gentle kiss. “I love you.”
Her heart overflowed. “I love you, too, Conner.” She couldn’t move more than her lips. He’d rendered her useless.
His smile broadened. “Do you think we can cut down on the verbal barbs?”
“Probably not.” She smiled back.
His eyes wrinkled with mirth. “Good. ’Cause life would be awfully boring without you challenging me at least once a day.”
Epilogue
Six months later…
Sabrina rounded the corner into her bedroom, a fresh roll of packing tape in her hand.
She leaned against the doorframe when she saw Conner lounging on her bed, his back against the headboard. “What are you doing? That doesn’t look like packing to me.” She padded forward. He had a box in front of him. She recognized it as one she’d kept under the bed. It was open.
Conner was thumbing through some pages
he’d lifted out of it. “Jesus, baby. This is amazing.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke. His gaze was riveted to the paper he held.
Sabrina swallowed. “Conner, that’s very personal. I don’t think I want you reading my work.” She reached out to swipe the pages from his hand.
Conner jerked out of her grasp. “Why are you hiding this?”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “I told you. I’m not ready. My work isn’t that good. Those pages are old. I wrote that years ago. Let it go.”
He turned to meet her gaze. “Baby, you are ready. This is better than any of the ten thousand books I’ve personally packed up all over your house. I suppose your computer is filled with more work you’ve written recently.”
She rolled her eyes. “And I also told you it’s a gamble. It takes time to write a good book, and time is money. I have a job I can’t do while I’m devoting myself to writing.”
He jumped off the bed so fast, she blinked. The next thing she knew she was lying on her back on top of several papers with Conner hovering over her, straddling her waist.
She squirmed, but he had her pinned. He grabbed both wrists and then lifted one and twisted it so he held her hand in front of her face. “See that ring?”
She rolled her eyes again.
“Yeah. I put that there for a reason. It’s a done deal. Your house is sold. Your million books are about to go in the moving van. You’re mine.” He grinned. He was super proud of himself. “Now, the way I see it, you don’t have a mortgage anymore. No bills. I’ve managed for fifteen years on my salary. I bet adding your tiny little mouth to feed won’t break me.”
She didn’t move.
“What do you say? Give it a shot. Yeah? What do you have to lose?”
“My dignity?”
He lowered his face and kissed her lips, holding her hands above her head. “You’re a fantastic writer.”
“How long were you lying here reading through my stuff?” She felt a flush run up her cheeks. She was going to hyperventilate.
“Long enough.”
“Conner…” There was one more detail he didn’t know. She’d been reluctant to tell him. She bit her lower lip. “We need my salary.”
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