I like to lead.
I like to get her frenzied and out of control, to where she’d let me do anything I want.
Foreplay… I fucking love it. There’s not a part of her body I haven’t touched and claimed in the last two and a half days.
The sun is starting to get heavy, dropping nearer to the horizon. I check my watch, confirming it’s getting close to the time to head up to the main house and make us dinner. I’ve taken over all the meals, not because I’m a better cook—I’m not—but mainly to give Barrett those extra precious minutes to work.
Like I said… when night falls, she’s mine. She doesn’t belong to the future of free energy for those hours.
I’ve already completed my last perimeter sweep. Not surprisingly, all infra-reds and trip wires are perfectly set up. The weather has been good, and no one has been on the island except Barrett and me.
We are running low on a few things, though. I’ll need to call Samuel to see if he’ll make a quick supply run out to us. I’ll meet him on the docks as I don’t want to run the risk of him seeing any of the cameras or wire strung strategically in areas that look most approachable up to the main house.
This morning, I took some steaks out of the freezer to thaw. I’m planning to do them on the grill with some potatoes. We’ve had fish every night since we’ve been here—fresh caught and delicious—but I want some damn beef.
Making my way up the path, I eyeball the trip wires I placed through the foliage in case any potential intruder decided to try to sneak up off the path, which are covered by the infra-red cameras. By the time I hit the front door, I’ve gone out of hyper-vigilant, single-purposed protector mode and into can’t wait to spend time with Barrett while I protect her mode.
I hate myself for feeling this way. I’ve put my own feelings and desires over what’s best for Barrett, which would be to put one thousand percent of my energy into watching over her. It means I shouldn’t let her distract me, and I shouldn’t lose myself in her.
In essence, I’m letting her down in the long run.
I’m letting Kynan down.
If he knew I was fucking her, he’d kill me, then fire me.
And yet, not going to stop. What’s done is done, and now I’ve had her, I’m just going to have to risk my fucking job because I’m not going backward.
Barrett isn’t just some lay.
She’s not a hookup. Not a one-night stand.
She fucking means something to me, and that’s probably why it’s the best damn sex of my life.
I’m goddamned smitten with the woman I’m protecting, and I have no business being in this line of work if I can’t keep this shit separated.
When all this is said and done, Kynan deserves my resignation and he’ll get it.
I hurry into the front door and through the foyer, immediately zeroing in on Barrett at the large dining room table. Clearly hearing me enter, she sits straighter in the chair, flips her laptop closed, and looks over her shoulder with an expression I can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of.
It’s a mixture of what might be excitement and regret.
“What have you done?” I tease.
Face flushing, she pushes out of her chair, hands clasped in front of her chest as she turns to face me fully. “I think I might have had a breakthrough. No, not a breakthrough. The breakthrough.”
When I cock a brow in question, she squeals before running to jump into my arms. I catch her on instinct, but even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered since she wraps her legs tightly around my waist and laces her fingers together at the nape of my neck, clinging like a monkey. She sits just slightly higher, so she has to tilt her head down. Shamelessly, I cup my hands around her ass to support her position.
“I think I did it,” she exclaims, practically vibrating with energy. “I’ll have to um… go back over it again, but I really think I did it.”
“As in you can release it to the world?” I ask.
“As in I can release it to my employer, who will then turn it over to the United States, but yes… I think my work is done. Like I said… I’ll need a few hours tomorrow to double check some things, but this could be it.”
“Fuck, Barrett,” I mutter, then smack a hand to the back of her head so I can pull her in for a rough, congratulatory kiss. It’s swift and brutal, but her gasp of pleasure assures me she likes it.
When I pull back, I stare into her eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”
“So, we can go home, right?” she asks, again with excitement brimming in her eyes, but I also get an undercurrent of ruefulness. Maybe she’s sad to be leaving our little paradise, and I can’t say I relish the thought either. I haven’t had a chance to try to figure out what the future could hold for us in the real world.
“I’m not sure,” I reply hesitantly as I lower her to the ground. Bringing a palm to her cheek, I bend to peer at her. “I need to call Kynan, and he’ll have to discuss everything with your employer and uncle. They might feel it needs tested first—”
“But that could take weeks,” she exclaims in frustration. “I thought once I gave my work away, once I put it out into the world, the danger would be over.”
“Probably,” I say. “Let me put a call into Kynan first, and we’ll—”
She cuts me off by stepping into my body, putting her hands behind my neck and pulling me down for a kiss that says shut the fuck up for now.
When we kiss, it’s full of congratulations, pride, and a little bit of sadness that most likely our time in paradise is coming to an end.
When she pulls away, I take a moment to let my eyes roam over her face. Her hair, which is a complete nerdy mess. The slight swelling to her lips from that kiss. “Hungry? I was going to grill some steaks.”
“Yes, I’m hungry,” she replies softly, hands going to the button on my cargo shorts. “But not for food right now.”
Just those words. The way her fingers fumble as she tries to get inside my pants. The sexy seductress mixed with the clumsy scientist. For whatever reason, the combination turns me the fuck on.
Barrett is the one for me.
My dick is almost fully hard by the time she shoves my shorts down and frees it. Her hands are feather soft as they stroke me. I kiss her again, let her play with me for a bit before I reciprocate with my fingers. She’s wet and throbbing in no time at all, but the same could be said for me.
I could carry her off to our bed. It’s been well used these last several days.
But instead, I spin her toward the dining room table, breaking our kiss only to bend her over it. She gasps as I hike up the tiny cotton skirt she’s wearing, sucking in a deep breath when I drag her panties all the way down. When I tap an impatient hand against one of her ankles, she dutifully lifts to let me pull one leg free. I leave the silk dangling from the other ankle as I straighten.
God, she’s fucking gorgeous from behind. Her naked ass. The slight peek of her pussy as I shove her legs farther apart with my own. All perfect.
Moving in close behind her, I line myself up and drive in deep. Barret groans, her hands clawing at the mahogany wood as I fuck her. I’ve got a hand on her hip, one on her shoulder to hold her in place, and I thrust hard.