Taking her hands, Anton led Tabitha to his bedroom. Closing the door with his foot, he undressed her slowly, enjoying the feel of her body. She did the same for him. When they were naked, she took command, shoving him on the bed.
"Condom," she demanded.
"Drawer." He lay still, watching the play of light on her beautiful body. Arms behind his head, he waited.
Tabitha rolled the condom on. Moaning, his hands sought her, pulling her around so he could touch her inside. When both of them were ready, he lifted her, sliding her over him.
Pausing as their bodies met, they sighed contentedly. She leaned over, her breasts dangling over his face. Sitting up, he suckled one, then the other. She piled pillows behind him to make that easier.
They moved faster, their climax nearing. Tabitha arched her back, shaking her magnificent mane so it tickled his legs, behind her.
"God, Tabitha!" he bellowed. "Oh, God!"
"Don!" she gasped. "Matthew!"
They came together, roaring and screaming their release. Bodies shuddering, they clung to one another, kissing. Anton didn't feel the pain in his face. It was nothing. All that mattered was the woman in his arms, in his bed.
After a decadent shower, they put on enough clothing to walk around. For him, boxer briefs. For her, his shirt and her panties. They warmed dinner of Thai carryout, and ate on the floor of the living room
Anton was contemplating making love on the carpet, when he heard a noise. It sounded like feet on his deck, only a few feet away. They'd been eating in the dark, with only the light of the full moon, to illuminate their meal.
Taking her hand, he led her to a small room, which served as his office. The closet had a false back where he kept weapons. While she chose what she wanted, he got their shoes. It took precious time to put them on, but he knew broken glass was their enemy.
"Canon?" she murmured.
"Sent a text. They're coming. It's far."
There was a tinkle of glass, followed by the click of a lock. He had an alarm, but rental cops couldn't handle what was coming.
Using hand signals, Tabitha took charge. Pulling her hair back, she grabbed a Velcro tie from the computer cord to secure it. Moving quietly, they headed up the hall of the long house. The office was at one end, the living room halfway, master bedroom at the other end. Their visitors were heading there, probably expecting them to be asleep—or having sex.
"Not here," one said a little too loudly.
Another shushed him. They headed back down the hall. Anton and Tabitha ducked into the front room. It was meant to be a formal dining room, but it housed his library. Boxes of books sat around, waiting to be shelved.
"Look down there. I'll go here," the second voice said, softly but clearly. His steps moved closer.
Tabitha crouched by the open archway, pointing for Anton to move into the shadows. The man walked in and she grabbed him, clutching him around the neck with an arm lock. He was a big man and didn't go down easily. They struggled, knocking over boxes as he tried to break her hold.
"Pete!" the first man called, abandoning caution. "What's wrong?"
"Boxes," Anton said, hoping he sounded like Pete.
The other man stood framed in the doorway. Anton thought of rushing him, but his cheek reminded him that was a bad idea. Instead, he fired his handgun, hitting the man center mass. He was wearing body armor, but at close range, shot with a 9MM, it knocked him down. Seconds later, he was face down on the floor. Working quickly, Anton and Tabitha tied the intruders up.
"You think there are more?" Tabitha asked.
"Would you do a job like this with just two?"
"No. I'd go alone."
Chuckling, he kissed her.
"I don't think we can rule out more."
She gave him a quick kiss. "Nice shot, by the way."
"Good take down."
"They came in back. Besides the front, other doors?"
"Garage and laundry room."
He led her to the office end of the house.
"Weird having two so close."
"He had a dog who slept in here. It goes to the back yard."
"Let's use it."
"No cover. Tall steps. Garage has better cover."
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