50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter Forty

    Face down, ass up, that's the way...that Destiny positioned herself on the bed while blindly trusting the man standing beside her. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence, could hear his breathing, could smell the faintest whiff of his expensive designer cologne. A moment later, she felt the bed sinking beneath his weight.

    There was movement at her back, his knuckles dipping between her shoulder blades. Her bikini top loosened as he untied it. Then his hands were sliding down the length of her back, a whisper of a touch across her sunkissed skin. Those large hands settled on her hips and then she felt the gentlest tugging sensation as her bikini bottoms were pulled downward. 

    How could I have gone months without feeling his touch? she wondered as her eyes fluttered closed. How could I have gone so long without being held by him, without kissing him, without feeling him inside me? There were so many things she wished she had the heart to communicate to him...but as much as those feelings would have expressed how much she missed him... Those feelings would also reopen old wounds, she realized. It would remind him of the time we lost, and...what else we've lost. The last thing I want to do in this moment is remind him of any of that. It took a tremendous amount of effort for her to clear her mind of it all. 

    He stroked her rear end and kneaded the flesh of it with both hands. "You liked ordering me around last night?"

    "I missed it," she said, resting her chin atop her hands. Unable to keep from smiling, she added, "You obey instructions better than I do."

    "We'll correct that."

    "When? Like you said, whenever we even attempt a proper training phase, we're always rudely interrupted."

    "There's no time like the present."

    It took a lot of willpower to resist the urge to look at him. "Here?"

    "Here. Not necessarily right this moment, since we're in..." He gave her ass a smack. "...The thick of things. We could start tomorrow."

    At a loss for words, her eyes shifted to the camera mounted in the corner of the room. "Even though we're under constant surveillance?"

    "I thought you enjoyed giving the agents a show."

    "I..." Suddenly, she wasn't even comfortable showing the agents what they no doubt saw on their surveillance monitors now. 

    "You...?" Aubrey prompted.

    Her mind was racing so quickly, she couldn't even recall what she'd wanted to say. "When we've trained in the past, I always felt...vulnerable. Those moments always feel so intimate."

    He chuckled behind her.

    She rolled her eyes, knowing where his mind had gone. "Yes, I'm aware that sex is intimate and we've already done that on camera. There's something about training sessions that feel...even more intimate than that, though."

    A heavy knock sounded on the door, causing them both to freeze. The mattress rose as his weight was lifted from it.

    Instinctively, she rolled off of the mattress in search of clothes she could throw on.

    Aubrey was doing the same, pulling his board shorts up prior to walking over the door. He cast a glance over his shoulder at her to confirm she'd dressed prior to opening the door a crack. "Yes?"

    "I have Darius on the line for you," came a rather high-pitched male voice.

    With confusion creasing his brow, Aubrey accepted the phone from the federal agent.