Ellie combed her fingers through her wet hair in the shower. Tilting her head up toward the showerhead, she let the heat soothe her aching body. She and Henry were going on three nonstop days of sex, and it was starting to take a toll on her physically. Her breasts were covered in hickeys, and the aching between her legs made it so she could barely stand. And still, she wanted more. She craved him with a hunger she’d never known before.

Running her fingers gently between her thighs, letting the suds slip between her folds, she sighed. Even now, her body responded to the slightest of touches. Her lips were engorged with the constant blood flow, her clit starting to harden with barely a whisper of touch.

The only problem was the real world was hammering into their perfect little bubble.

When Eli had called that morning, the strange sound of the phone ringing had startled both her and Henry. She’d been curled with her back against his chest, spooning after a morning marathon session. “I’ll get it,” she said, racing downstairs to the office naked.

“Ellie.” Eli’s voice sounded strange. She realized it was because she hadn’t talked to him since telling him she was coming here. In fact, she hadn’t heard any man’s voice besides Henry’s in what seemed like years.

“Eli!” she said, suddenly uncomfortable to be talking to her brother with Henry’s scent engulfing her. “Where are you? Did Meredith tell you—”

“I just got back,” he said. She didn’t bother asking from where. Whether it was South Korea, China, Japan or elsewhere, she could no longer keep track of Eli’s jam-packed schedule. For the first time, she was too busy tending to her own wants and needs to keep pace with her ultra-performing brother. “Are you okay? I heard about the snowstorm. Thank God… thank God Henry was there.”

“Oh. Yeah,” she said, letting awkward silence trail into the phone.

“I got a report that he’s still with you,” Eli said. The agents. They hadn’t shown their faces since following them back to the cabin, but of course they were lurking nearby. What else had they told Eli?

“Yeah,” Ellie said, choosing her words carefully. “Probably not much longer, though. The snow’s let up quite a bit.”

“Tell him to stay with you as long as he can,” Eli said. “Actually, put him on the phone after you.”

“Okay.”

“Is everything else okay? You have food and all? Do you need anything? I’ll ask the guards to—”

“I’m fine, Eli. Geez,” she said, raking her brain for something to distract him. “Actually, I’ve been keeping busy.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I applied to UC Davis. Filled out the application at least.”

“Ellie! That’s good. I’m glad you’re not still so down. But UC Davis? That’s… far.” Eli’s voice was torn between encouragement and upset at the idea of her on the opposite coast.

“I know, but it’s a great program,” she said.

“For?”

“They have a master’s program in nonprofit management, and also the advanced biology and med classes I’d need to prepare for a vet program afterward.” Hearing the words spill out of her, Ellie was reminded of how passionate she used to be about planning her future. It had been easy then, when everything felt set. But that had been when Sean was part of the picture, and it had been a lot easier to let him take the reins on where to go after college. When she'd had someone else to consider, it narrowed her choices and made it easier. But now? Anything was possible.

“Well. That’s good, Ellie,” Eli said. “I’m proud of you.”

“Don’t be,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes. “It was just a fast app. I haven’t even mailed it in yet.”

“You’ve got to be the only twenty-two-year-old still filling out paper applications,” Eli teased her.

“Hey, I had no choice. We haven’t had Wi-Fi for days.” We. Shut up, Ellie. Don’t remind him about Henry.

“Right, sorry. Hey, can you put Henry on the phone?”

As if on cue, Henry appeared in the doorway, sleepy eyed and shirtless with a pair of boxers on. “Who is it?” he mouthed silently to Ellie. She raised a finger to her lips and shook her head.

“Not right now,” she told Eli. “Busy.”

“Oh. Okay, well tell him I called, alright? And have him call me back. I’ll be in meetings all day, but I’ll try to connect with him.”

“Okay, will do,” Ellie said, barely hearing her brother’s voice. Drinking in the sight of Henry in the morning, she couldn’t believe he was hers—at least temporarily. My God, his chest is covered in scratches. Like her, his torso was seasoned heavily with bruises from her sucking, accentuated by teeth marks. He looked like he’d been to battle, but at the same time, there was something about her marking her territory that turned her on.

“Okay. Bye, baby sis.”

“Bye.”

“Who was that?” Henry asked again as she placed the ancient phone back in its cradle.

“My mom,” she said. Why are you lying? What do you think Henry would do if he knew Eli was asking for him?

“Oh,” Henry said coming into the office and picking up one of the apples he kept by his laptop. “How is she? You haven’t said much about her.”

“She’s good,” Ellie said, watching him bite into the red skin as the sweet juices gathered at the corner of his lips.

“You look good like this,” he said, forcing her to sit naked on the desk as he moved toward her. When he fucked her on the office desk, between feeding her bites of the apple, she couldn’t help but steal glances at the picture window. Outside, all she could see was snow. As he brought her to climax on the desk, she wondered if the Secret Service agents were outside. Watching them. At first, it made her embarrassed. But as Henry brought her closer, she hoped they were watching. She wanted the world to know who she belonged to, and the idea of near strangers seeing her get pounded by Henry began to turn her on.

Were they getting turned on, too? She imagined the biggest of them, the blond with the icy eyes, crouched down in the bushes. He was just doing his job, but now? Was he getting himself off, stroking his cock as he watched them?

She hoped so. And she hoped that strange agent came when she did, unable to control himself when Henry shot into her.

“You’ve been in there awhile,” Henry said through the glass shower doors.

“God! You scared me,” she said.

“Sorry. You want some company?”

Ellie smiled, sliding the shower door open. Henry stood before her with just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Stepping behind her, he ran both hands over his hair as the water turned his dirty blond locks a light brown. She glanced over her shoulder at him. Was this real?

“Don’t look at me like that, kitten,” he said through nearly shut eyes. “You know how that gets to me.” His cock was getting harder, pressing into her backside.

She giggled, “I’m not doing anything.”

“Well, I am,” he told her, hands on her stomach and pulling her back flush against his chest. Between her wet, slippery thighs he nestled his cock, letting it rest against the heat of her. He slid his hand up her slick, soapy stomach to her breasts, and she whimpered as they toyed with her nipples. “Sore?” he asked. She nodded, embarrassed. This is what you’ve always wanted! And, what? Now it’s getting to be too intense? “Sorry, pussycat,” he told her, lightening his touch and tracing the outline of her areolas.

The softness and the water put her at ease. While Henry flicked hands across her chest, she began to glide back and forth along his length.

“You like that?” Henry asked. She nodded, letting her head rest back against his chest.

She felt one of his hands start to roam back down, moving across her pubic bone and immediately to her clit. Now, Henry knew her body. Since the first time they’d fucked, he hadn’t shown any hesitation. But now? It was like he was an expert at her body.

He circled her clit in even strokes. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yeah.” Removing his hand from her throbbing clit, he moved around to her backside and lifted his cock from between her legs. Sliding his hand back down, he dipped a finger deep inside her, and she was trapped. She couldn’t go anywhere if she wanted to. Henry’s chest was solid against her back. He was controlling her with just one hand, working her G-spot. “Henry,” she groaned.

He pulled his finger out of her and began teasing her anus. This time she didn’t halt. Yes, do it, she thought, but couldn’t get the words out.

The slipperiness of the soap and the constant water let him easily slip just a fingertip into her ass. Ellie heard herself call out in pleasured surprise. “Why don’t you work that sweet clit.” These were instructions, not a question.

Obediently, Ellie started rubbing herself. The contrast of the sensations was almost overwhelming. However, even as she got close to climax and automatically pushed her ass against Henry’s finger, he didn’t go in farther. “Easy, kitten,” he told her. Why did he always do this? Give her almost everything she wanted?

In frustration, she started rubbing herself harder. Faster.

“Hey.” Henry suddenly stopped. “Let’s take this somewhere else.”

“No,” she argued, so close to coming she had no shame. Henry took his finger out of her.

“No?” he repeated. “Okay, now what? What are you going to do?” He methodically wrapped her long rope of wet hair around his fist, rendering her unable to move.

“What… what do you mean?” Her body was begging to let go.

“What are you going to do… for me? For being so obstinate? I think you owe me now…”

She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Whatever you want.” What she wanted was to run her hands across her body, manipulate her clit, and stroke his cock all at once. But something in his voice told her to stay still.

“I want to bend you over the bed so I can eat that sweet ass of yours,” he told her. “And I want you to tell me exactly how it feels while I do.”

“Now. Do it to me now.” Henry led her back to bed. All thoughts of Eli, of the world, fell away.