"Tim, the counter is yours. If you guys need any weapons, there's a gun safe in my room if you need anything. If you can ride bikes, you can use mine."
"Mine is off limits, sorry, I don't share my girl." Derek jokes.
"No, we flew over in the private jet. No TSA searches. I think they should just ground pound, no bikes. Besides, from what I saw of yours, it's too flashy for what we need tonight."
"Hey, I like my toys." I groan as I try to get up off the sofa. Duncan reaches out and gently lifts me.
"Okay. Come on, Ana, let’s change the sheets in Derek's room and get you settled."
"I'll help her, you can barely move that arm," Joshua adds in.
"Well, let me show you where the sheets are. Duncan, can you help me get out of these scrubs and get into the shower?" I smile at him slyly.
"Okay, baby." His smile is just as sly; he wants what I'm offering just as much as I want it.
After I give Joshua clean sheets for the spare room, I pull out extra pillows and blankets for the others. I also show them where the sleeping bags are. Tomorrow they might have to get a hotel room. Duncan follows me into my room.
"Baby, come here." I walk into his arms.
"Duncan, you know I'm sorry, right? I was just so scared after that attack at your flat. The note said I had twenty-four hours. I'm also afraid of you not being there, not you leaving by choice, but by one of these many assholes. I've been alone for such a long time. After Carl told me I couldn't do relationships, I believed him, thinking I was the fucked up one. Plus, my parents’ deaths have me so scared, they went to dinner that night to reconcile from a fight over me. My mother wanted me to go to college and study what I wanted and Father wanted me to prep for law school. My mom tried so hard to give me a childhood, my dad only ever wanted to make me stronger and like him. I miss them both every day and worry they wouldn’t be proud of me. I'm not a lawyer, but I work in the legal system. I was so happy with you and I know my mom would have loved that. She wouldn’t have wanted me to hide, but I don't know how not to. I thought I killed them. I know now that it was a tragic accident, but it will take me a long time to stop those thoughts. I also know that you'll be in danger no matter if I'm in your life or not. It's our jobs."
"Slow down, baby. Take a breath. Baby, I'll do everything I can to come home to you. If you want to stay here, we will. Secret Service isn't a job to walk away from. Your parents, both of them, would be proud of you. As for Carl, he's a wanker. You do relationships very well. I didn't mean to push you."
"Duncan, honey, I'm not walking away from the Secret Service. I'll work out of their London office part-time with a new task force Greg is starting there. He asked me to consider working with him as a consultant for Securities International. Derek wants to stay my spotter and go with me. Joshua is making me an offer I can't refuse; I get to work with thisamazing man whom I love. Being a partner with the company is a sound investment. Plus, I can keep you from the model and beautiful girl details."
"Baby, there's only been you for me since I first saw you in full tactical gear. Today, I could have lost you. I don't ever want to go through that. I just want you forever. I love you too."
"Okay, babe, let's take a shower."
"Now, that I can do." He pulls his knife from his boot and cuts the scrub top off me, then he unhooks my bra and lets it fall. "No lifting your arm." He strips my scrub pants and thong, followed by his clothes. He lifts me into his arms and carries me into the master bathroom. He places a waterproof bandage over the gauze on my chest, then bends to kiss me after it's on.
"Baby, I want to make love to you so bad but you’re hurt, so I'm going to wash you up for now."
"Sure, whatever you say, honey." I smile because I'll get him to change his mind, I need him.
"Don't give me attitude."
"Oh, I'm not." I bat my eyelashes as we climb into the shower. I turn and rub my ass against his cock. He groans and holds onto my hips.
"Baby, please play fair. You're hurt."
"Duncan, please." I know he gets off on me saying that. He doesn't make me wait long.
"Lean back into me."
He trails his hands up my body and rubs my breasts, then one hand glides down my belly to my pubic area. I groan as his fingers slide over my folds. He pushes his thumb against my clit.
"I've missed touching you, feeling your skin against mine."His other hand leaves my breast, where he's pinching my nipple. He inserts a finger into me, his thumb rubs my clit and his other hand holds my hips against him.
"Duncan, please." I try to turn, but his hand holds me firm.
"This is how you're getting off for now."
"No. Duncan, it's been so long. I need your cock in me." His fingers and thumb are bringing me so close. "Duncan, please!" I shout. He groans and turns me, then lifts me as he sits on the shower seat. I straddle him and rise up as he pushes his cock into me.
"Mmmm." We both groan.
"Baby, this is heaven. Tell me if you start to hurt, keep your arm wrapped around you. I'll do all the work."
