Yesterday, I was finally well enough to type out the little bits of story I'd used my phone to store until I could sit up for longer than thirty minutes...
This doesn't have a title yet, nor does it have a blurb, but I wanted to share the unedited, rough draft of the Prologue with you all because I'm pretty excited for what the story is going to be. Although this is considered a 'spin-off' of the Professor, it will be a stand-alone.
Prologue
The early morning sun accosted Sophie as soon as her
gray-green eyes cracked open. Groggily, she sat up and took in the foreign
surroundings. A set of warped and slightly open, dusty but white Venetian
blinds covered an, obviously, east facing window. The directness of the
sunlight peeking through the slats told her that it was still fairly early in
the day. Looking down at the dingy beige sheets pooling at her waist, she
wished that she were waking up in her four poster bed on her robin’s egg blue
Egyptian cotton 800 counts rather than these, which felt like burlap against
her milky white skin.
For an undercover agent, Sophie was doing a lousy job
recalling how she’d ended up in this bed last night, but the familiar ache of
her lower muscles and her advanced state of undress let her know exactly what
she’d done once she got there.
A husky groan sounded from beside her and an oddly-familiar
tanned arm slid around her naked waist. “Don’t get up yet, Sophie,” he murmured
against the small of her back as he wrapped himself around her like ivy.
Trailing his lips up her spine, she shuddered, involuntarily as the stubble
from her bed-mate’s chin flipped her mood from confused to aroused in no time.
“I was hoping for a repeat of last night’s performance this morning,” he
continued, his lips now as her neck as he got on to his knees behind her and
moved her hair to the side to allow for better access.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as his hands skated across her ribs to
the underside of either breast.
“These are amazing,” he praised, letting his thumbs tease
her already erect nipples as he nibbled on her ear. “I didn’t get nearly enough
of them before we passed out last night.”
“Connor,” she breathed, trying to remind herself that she’d
just spent the previous night being fucked by the man she was supposed to be
building a case against. She was supposed to be his secretary, not his
girlfriend or even his fuck buddy.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growled,
moving her back toward the bed and positioning himself on top of her and between
her legs before she could process how things had escalated so quickly. “But I
think I like it better when you scream it,” he declared before filling her to
the hilt with one sharp thrust, his gray eyes gleamed silver into hers as he
fucked her with long, hard strokes. His jaw was tight and his nose touched hers
as he demanded her gaze. The steely determination, with an old mix of warmth
toward her, but a general coldness, in them almost frightened her. She didn’t
know if he suspected her job and wanted information from her, or if this was
him letting her know that he owned her.
“Fuck,” she hissed as she felt a hand between them, pulling
on the nipple of her left breast roughly, just enough to send a jolt of pain
mixed with pleasure straight to her pussy, overriding her thought processes and
rushing her building orgasm through her body. “Connor,” she whimpered as she
slid of the edge and rocked up to meet his strokes into her body, feeling his
thickness pushing against her cervix.
“You are mine,” he stated through clenched teeth. “You will
move out of this hell hole today,” he decided, yet again reminding her that the
only reason she was in this apartment at all was so that she didn’t blow her
cover last night. Fuck, what if she hadn’t been thinking and took him to her
house rather than the dummy address the Bureau had set up for her when she
started this assignment. It looked sufficiently lived in, but she knew that
wasn’t because she was actually staying here. As Connor roared his release,
throwing his head back before meeting her gaze again as his breathing calmed.
After a minute, he allowed his body to sink onto hers, his head nestled between
her breasts and his light brown hair fell into his eyes as he looked up at her,
waiting for her to confirm that she would move in with him. As she sent up a
silent prayer hoping that he thought her rapid heartbeat was from the sex
they’d just shared, she started to question how she got into this mess from the
beginning.
The answer came quicker than she would’ve expected. This was
all Anton’s fault.
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