Dark Abyss Kaitlyn O'Connor (best fiction books of all time .TXT) 📖

room after the near disaster in court, but what if they had?

She had to say no, she told herself firmly. No more fooling around until the trial was over!

She was almost disappointed when she saw it was Joshua.

“Can we talk?”

She nodded a little warily and stepped back to let him in.

“I wasn’t sure you still needed this, but I got it and I wanted to give it to you when Simon wasn’t around—well, any of the others.”

Anna stared at the chip in absolute shock. “My chip? You got it? Oh my god! Joshua!”

He shushed her. “For god’s sake don’t let the others know! Simon would have my ass.”

“Why?” Anna asked, dumbfounded.

He grimaced. “I stole it out of the evidence room of the Water City PD,” he admitted.

Anna gaped at him, horrified. “You stole …?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t see that it would do their case any good. They don’t have squat. We’d all agreed to do it, but after that shit about Caleb …. Well, nobody said anything, but I figured they didn’t want to do anything else that might bring us grief. I knew you’d been worried about it before you got the stuff from Mrs. Bagley, though, and I figured it was still important.”

“Oh! You shouldn’t have, Joshua! What if they’d caught you?” Anna gasped in dismay.

He shrugged and grinned a little sheepishly. “I’d be in shit up to my neck. That’s why I decided to go it alone—so the others wouldn’t be fucked if I was.”

Anna very carefully placed the chip on the table by the bed and then turned to Joshua and slipped her arms around his waist. “You’re a life saver … really! From the bottom of my heart, Joshua, I thank you and if you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kick your ass myself!”

He chuckled, settling his arms around her loosely. “You’re welcome. Ian’s right, you are a magpie! Vicious attacks when a man least expects it!”

She pulled away to look up at him and reached up to caress his cheek. “I just wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, you crazy man!”

He swallowed thickly, his expression going taut. “I should go.”

He didn’t move, though, and the look in his eyes was enough to encourage Anna.

She shifted up to her tiptoes and brushed her lips lightly along his.

“This was a bad idea,” he said, swallowing audibly.

“Do you honestly think he’s going to ask me if I had sex with you?” Anna murmured.

Joshua nuzzled his face against hers. “The lawyer or Simon?”

“Either,” she said after a brief hesitation, plucking at his earlobe.

“Jesus,” he muttered, turning his face to meet her mouth and kissing her with a ravening hunger that sent her instantly into a drunken spiral of need.

Jesus, she thought as they crashed onto the mattress together. It was like unleashing a tiger. He had stripped her of her robe before she even hit the mattress. He broke from her lips as they landed, diving for her breasts.

She couldn’t catch her breath. He caressed her breasts and moved from her neck to her mound as if he was consuming her. She felt consumed, burning up with fever, achy all over. When he surged up to kiss her again, she met him with her own hunger, disentangling her legs from beneath him and curling them around him.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He curled over her, stabbed at her blindly a couple of times and made contact, forcing an inelegant grunt from her when he drove inside of her.

She scarcely noticed. The moment he began to pummel her, first to reach bottom and then to stroke her channel in a wild rhythm, she felt herself climbing toward climax like a rocket. He climbed further, faster. She was teetering when she felt his cock jerk.

“Wait!” she gasped a little frantically, but it was already too late. She could feel his hot seed spilling into her, feel his body jerking with the force of his climax.

It set hers off, pushed her over the edge into an explosive release. She was still quaking with the hard spasms when he collapsed heavily on top of her and groaned.

“Jesus, baby! Shit!” he muttered.

“Wha?” she gasped drunkenly.

“I left you.”

“No, no! Close thing, but I caught you.”

Apparently, she didn’t convince him. He started over. She groaned, but she wasn’t in any shape to fight him off. She was too weak. She discovered she was also excruciatingly sensitive. It was pure torment to feel him tugging at her breasts, agony to feel his mouth caressing her painfully sensitive skin. She was almost relieved when he left off on foreplay and got down to business, although she was also vaguely alarmed at how swiftly he’d recovered.

Her muscles quivered when he began to stroke her more slowly than before.

Pleasure wafted through her. She stroked his broad back, enjoying the slow, delicious cadence in an entirely different way than their first wild coupling and before she knew it, she felt the tension stir again.

She distrusted it immediately. She’d come. She was done.

Apparently not. He changed his cadence, began to move a little faster. Her body burgeoned once more. She seesawed between hopefulness and the absolute certainty that he couldn’t bring her off again—not so quickly. That being the case, she preferred to lie limp and let him have his way with her.

That lasted until he flipped her onto her belly and entered her again from behind, gnawing on her shoulders and her ears. Her kegels clapped. She groaned. He jerked her up onto her