“Argmhm,” I groan out as she fills me.
She moves her fist in me, and I can’t hold it anymore.
“Oh gods, Avery!” I scream as the next orgasm overcomes me.
My entire body burns and freezes at the same time, my muscles clenching.
She lets go of me, and I rest my head on the table. Unable to move. Unable to form a word. Unable to think.
The only thing I know is that this is the most epic feeling in the world.
She slaps my ass and says, “If you didn’t have to go to work, I’d make you come five more times until you faint,” she says.
I laugh faintly because I am already close to collapsing with the tunnel vision and cramping muscles.
“Come on, get up and shower,” she says. “You can’t be late.”
“Can’t,” I say in a strange voice because my lips and facial muscles feel like they are cramping.
She pulls me up.
I sway slightly, but she holds me.
“Here, drink,” she says and holds my coffee in front of my lips. I sip and feel instantly better. I take another.
She just laughs and brushes over my nose with the back of her pointer finger.
“We’ll have to build some stamina,” she says, and places a kiss on my cheek. “Because this was just the beginning.”
I just hum out my disbelief as I walk on a strangely moving ground to the bathroom.
When I return from my very quick shower, wrapped in my towels, she stands fully dressed, leaning against the doorframe leading to the bedroom. Her eyes stare at me with such intensity and follow each of my steps.
My brain is still mushy, so I just walk past her into my bedroom and my closet.
She turns when I pass her and watches me.
I ignore the audience and let my towel drop, because I am really, really late.
And then she stands behind me.
“You know,” she says as her hands wander between my legs and her lips caress the skin on my neck, “you might have to call in sick today, because I am nowhere near done with you.”
21
AVERY
PLAYLIST: FLOWER – MOBY
“Itold you so,” I say as we both stare at the empty holding cell. The cell where Hedda was supposed to be.
“I had fifteen agents watch her!” shouts Shaw. “Fifteen!”
“Yeah, but Hedda is better. She probably walked out the front door,” I say, and while there is murderous rage in my voice, I am also soaking in the victory of being right.
“That bitch!” Shaw says.
“Get me now?” I ask because that line is usually mine.
