Page 75 of Property of Anchor

“I know,” I murmured, my heart aching in the sweetest way.

He walked off down the path, leaving me and Anchor alone in the quiet that settled around the haunted house.

Anchor looked over at me, his smirk curling.“And then there were two.”

I crossed my arms, but I was smiling.“Are you sure you want me to stay?”

“Doll,” he growled.“Do I have to show you just how badly I want you?”

A shiver skated down my spine.“I mean… you could.”

Before I could blink, he bent low, threw his shoulder into my stomach, and lifted me like a sack of potatoes.

“Anchor!”I shrieked, laughing.“Put me down!”

“Not a chance.”He smacked my ass and started walking down the path.

We passed Skull and Prime by the kettle corn shack.I was upside down but could see both of them smirking.

“You’re not gonna help me?”I called.

Skull raised his hands.“That’s the Prez, sweetheart.He can do whatever he wants.”

Anchor just kept walking like he was carrying precious cargo.

“I think being Prez has gone to your head,” I teased.

He smacked my ass again.“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

When we got to my cabin, the door slammed behind us.He crossed the living room in six strides and dropped me onto the bed.I bounced once, laughing as I pushed my hair out of my face.

Anchor stood over me, his chest rising and falling, the heat in his eyes unmistakable.He shrugged off his cut and tossed it on the back of the couch, then yanked off his shirt in one smooth motion.

I sat up on my knees, breath catching in my throat.“Wait,” I said, sliding off the bed.I dropped to my knees in front of him.“Let me.”

His eyes darkened as I ran my hands up his thighs.

Anchor’s eyes locked with mine, and something primal flickered behind them like his control was hanging on by a thread.His knuckles were white where his hands curled into fists at his sides.His chest rose and fell with steady, labored breaths, like he was fighting the urge to devour me right there.

When I reached up to undo the button on his jeans, his muscles tensed beneath my fingers.I kept my movements slow, savoring the crackling electricity between us.I peeled open the denim, feeling the heat of him radiating from underneath.My fingers grazed the line of his hard cock, and he let out a low groan that made my pulse skip.

“You trying to test me, doll?”he asked, voice gravelly, dark with promise.

“Maybe,” I whispered.

He hissed between his teeth as I pressed a kiss just above the edge of his briefs.Then another.And another.My hands slipped around to the back of his thighs as I pulled the fabric down, revealing him inch by inch.The weight of his desire thick and heavy in front of me.

He cupped the back of my head, fingers flexing in my hair, not to guide me, but to hold on.“Pearl…” he growled like it hurt to say my name.

I looked up through my lashes and held his eyes as I finally took him into my mouth.

The groan that ripped from his chest made my whole body clench with want.He rocked his hips forward instinctively, then cursed and pulled back slightly, trying to give me control.Trying not to fall apart.I set the pace, slow, deep, and with every pass of my tongue, every little moan I made just for him, I felt his restraint unraveling thread by thread.

“Christ,” he ground out.“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Good.

His thighs trembled under my hands, and when he finally lost it, fingers gripping tight in my hair, chest shuddering, I swallowed every last bit of his release.His hand slipped from my hair, trailing across my cheek as I sat back on my heels and wiped the corner of my mouth.

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