He groaned, his hands cupping my ja

He groaned, his hands cupping my jaw. “Don’t stop, angel. Suck me dry.”
My cheeks hollowed as we found a rhythm, our rhythm, the syncing of our hearts and breaths and drive to pleasure. We had no problem overthinking our way into trouble, but our bodies never got it wrong. When we had our hands on each other, we both knew we were in the one place we needed to be, with the one person we needed to be with.
“So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”
His cock swelled in my mouth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling, his body shuddering as he came hard.
Gideon cursed as I swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding my mouth as if he hadn’t come all night. By the time he finished, I was gasping and trembling. He pulled me to my feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with me tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled me closer.
“This wasn’t what I had in mind when I brought you coffee.” He pressed a quick, rough kiss to my forehead. “Not that I have any complaints.”
I curled into him, beyond grateful to have him in my arms again. “Let’s play hooky and make up for lost time.”
His laugh was husky from his orgasm. He held me for a while, his fingers sifting through my hair and gliding gently down my arm.
“It ripped me apart,” he said quietly. “Seeing how hurt and angry you were. Knowing I was causing you pain and that you were pulling away from me … It was hell for us both, but I couldn’t take the risk that you might become a suspect.”
I stiffened. I hadn’t thought of that possibility. It could be argued that I was Gideon’s motive to kill. And it could be assumed that I was aware of the crime as well. My complete and utter ignorance hadn’t been my only protection; he’d made sure I had an alibi, too. Always protecting me—whatever the cost.
He pulled back. “I put a burner phone in your purse. It’s preprogrammed with a number that will put you in touch with Angus. If you need me for anything, you can reach me that way.”
My hands clenched into fists—I had to reach my boyfriend through his chauffeur. “I hate this.”
“So do I. Clearing my way back to you is my number one priority.”
“Isn’t it dangerous for Angus to be put in the middle?”
“He’s former MI6. Clandestine phone calls are child’s play for him.” He paused, then said, “Full disclosure, Eva: I can track you through the phone and I will.”
“What?” I slid out of bed and stood. My thoughts bounced back and forth between MI6—British secret service!—to geotracking my cell, unsure of what to latch on to first. “No way.”
He stood, too. “If I can’t be with you or talk to you, I at least need to know where you are.”
“Don’t be this way, Gideon.”
His face was composed. “I didn’t have to tell you.”
“Seriously?” I stalked to the closet to grab a robe. “And you said warning someone about ridiculous behavior isn’t an excuse for it.”
“Cut me some slack.”
Glaring at him, I shoved my hands into the sleeves of a red silk dressing gown and yanked the belt into a knot. “No. I think you’re a control freak who likes having me followed.”
He crossed his arms. “I like keeping you alive.”
I froze. After a moment, my brain rewound to look at the events of the last few weeks again—with the addition of Nathan in the picture. Abruptly, everything made sense: the way Gideon had freaked out when I’d tried to walk to work one morning, why Angus had shadowed me around the city every day, Gideon’s fury when he commandeered the elevator I was riding …
All those times I’d almost hated him for being an asshole, he’d been thinking about keeping me safe from Nathan.
My knees weakened, and I sank inelegantly to the floor.
“Eva.”
“Give me a minute.” I’d figured out a lot of it already during the time we’d been apart. I’d realized Gideon would never allow Nathan to simply stroll into his office with photos of me being abused and violated, then just stroll back out again. Brett Kline had only kissed me and Gideon had beaten him up. Nathan had raped me repeatedly for years and documented it with pictures and video. Gideon’s reaction to meeting Nathan the first time had to have been violent.
Nathan must have visited the Crossfire Building the day I’d found Gideon freshly showered with a crimson stain on the cuff of his shirt. What I’d originally suspected was lipstick was Nathan’s blood. The sofa and sofa pillows in Gideon’s office had been skewed from a fight, not from a lunch quickie with Corinne.
Scowling fiercely, he crouched in front of me. “Damn it. Do you think I want to micromanage you? There have been extenuating circumstances. Give me credit for trying to balance your independence with keeping you safe.”
Wow. Hindsight didn’t just make things crystal clear; it smacked me upside the head and knocked some sense into me. “I get it.”
“I don’t think you do. This”—he gestured impatiently at himself—“is just a fucking shell. You’re what drives me, Eva. Can you understand that? You’re my heart and soul. If something ever happened to you, it would kill me, too. Keeping you safe is goddamned self-preservation! Tolerate it for me, if you won’t do it for yourself.”
I surged into him, knocking him off-balance and onto his back. I kissed him hard, my heart pounding and blood roaring in my ears.
“I hate to freak you out,” I muttered between desperate kisses, “but you’ve got it real bad for me.”
Groaning, he squeezed me tightly. “So we’re okay?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe not about the burner phone. The cell stalking is nuts. Seriously. Not cool at all.”
“It’s temporary.”
“I know, but—”
He put a hand over my mouth. “I put directions on how to track my phone in your purse.”
That news left me speechless.
Gideon smirked. “Not such a bad idea on the flip side.”
“Shut up.” I slid off him and smacked his shoulder. “We are totally dysfunctional.”
“I prefer ‘selectively deviant.’ But we’ll keep that to ourselves.”
The warmth I’d felt bled away, replaced by a flare of panic at the reminder that we were hiding our relationship. How long would it be before I saw him again? Days? I couldn’t repeat the last few weeks of my life. Even thinking about going without him for any length of time made me feel sick.
I had to swallow past a painful lump to ask, “When can we be together again?”
“Tonight. Eva.” His beautiful eyes were haunted. “I can’t bear that look on your face.”
“Just be with me,” I whispered, my eyes stinging all over again. “I need you.”
Gideon’s fingertips glided softly down my cheek. “You were with me. The whole time. There wasn’t a second that passed when you weren’t on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I belong to you.”
I leaned into his touch, letting it soak into me and chase the chill away. “No more Corinne. I can’t stand it.”
“No more,” he agreed, startling me. “I’ve told her already. I’d hoped we could be friends, but she wants what she and I used to have, and I want you.”
“The night that Nathan died … she was your alibi.” I couldn’t say more. It hurt to think of how he might have filled the hours with her.
“No, the kitchen fire was my alibi. It took most of the night dealing with the FDNY, the insurance company, and making emergency arrangements for food service. Corinne stuck around for some of that, and when she left, I had plenty of staff on hand to vouch for my whereabouts.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Dia mengerang, tangannya kop rahang saya. "Jangan berhenti, malaikat. Mengisap saya kering."Pipiku tradisional seperti kami menemukan irama, ritme, sinkronisasi dari hati dan napas dan drive untuk kesenangan. Kami tidak punya masalah overthinking cara kami ke dalam kesulitan, tetapi tubuh kita tidak pernah mendapat salah. Ketika kita punya tangan kami pada satu sama lain, kita berdua tahu bahwa kami berada di satu tempat yang kami butuhkan untuk menjadi, dengan satu orang yang kita harus dengan."Begitu sialan baik." Giginya tanah terdengar. "Ah, Tuhan, Anda membuat saya datang."Kemaluannya membengkak dalam mulutku. Tangannya kikir di rambut saya, menarik, nya tubuh yang gemetar saat dia datang keras.Gideon dikutuk sebagai saya menelan. Dia telah mengosongkan dirinya dalam semburan panas, tebal, banjir mulutku seolah-olah ia tidak datang sepanjang malam. Pada saat ia selesai, aku terengah-engah dan gemetar. Ia menarikku ke kakiku dan terhuyung-huyung ke tempat tidur, menetap berat dengan saya terselip di sisinya. Paru-parunya bekerja keras, tangannya kasar seperti yang dia menarikku lebih dekat."Ini bukan apa yang saya miliki dalam pikiran ketika saya membawa Anda kopi." Ia menekan ciuman cepat, kasar dahiku. "Tidak bahwa saya punya keluhan."Aku meringkuk ke dia, beyond bersyukur memiliki dia dalam pelukanku lagi. "Mari kita bermain membolos dan menebus waktu yang hilang."Tertawa adalah serak dari orgasme nya. Ia memegang saya untuk sementara, jarinya memilah-milah rambutku dan lembut kicauannya lenganku."Itu dicabik saya," katanya dengan tenang. "Melihat bagaimana sakit hati dan marah Anda. Mengetahui aku menyebabkan Anda sakit dan bahwa Anda menarik dari saya... Itu adalah neraka bagi kami berdua, tapi saya tidak bisa mengambil risiko bahwa Anda mungkin menjadi tersangka."Saya kaku. Saya tidak memikirkan kemungkinan itu. Bisa dikatakan bahwa saya adalah Gideon motif untuk membunuh. Dan bisa diasumsikan bahwa saya tidak menyadari kejahatan juga. Ketidaktahuan saya lengkap dan mengucapkan belum pernah saya hanya perlindungan; Dia telah membuat saya yakin memiliki sebuah alibi, terlalu. Selalu melindungi saya — biaya apa pun.Ia ditarik kembali. "Aku meletakkan telepon pembakar dalam dompet Anda. Itu adalah diprogram dengan nomor yang akan menempatkan Anda berhubungan dengan Angus. Jika Anda membutuhkan saya untuk apa pun, Anda dapat menghubungi saya seperti itu."Mengepalkan ke dalam kepalan tangan saya-saya harus mencapai pacar saya melalui sopir nya. "Aku benci ini.""Begitu do, I. kliring cara saya kembali kepada Anda adalah prioritas nomor satu saya.""Bukankah itu berbahaya bagi Angus untuk diletakkan di tengah-tengah?""Ia adalah mantan MI6. Rahasia panggilan telepon adalah permainan anak-anak baginya." Ia terdiam, lalu berkata, "pengungkapan penuh, Eva: saya dapat melacak Anda melalui telepon dan saya akan.""Apa?" Aku meluncur keluar dari tempat tidur dan berdiri. Pikiranku memantul bolak-balik antara MI6 — dinas rahasia Inggris! — untuk geotracking sel, yakin apa untuk menempel ke pertama. "Tidak jalan."Dia berdiri, terlalu. "Jika saya tidak dapat dengan Anda atau berbicara kepada Anda, setidaknya perlu tahu di mana Anda.""Jangan dengan cara ini, Gideon."Wajahnya disusun. "Aku tidak harus memberitahu Anda.""Serius?" Aku berjalan ke dalam lemari untuk mengambil jubah. "Dan Anda katakan peringatan seseorang tentang perilaku konyol bukan alasan untuk itu.""Memotong saya beberapa kendur."Melotot padanya, aku mendorong tanganku ke lengan gaun rias sutra merah dan menarik sabuk ke simpul. "Saya pikir Anda seorang gila kontrol yang suka memiliki saya diikuti No.."Ia menyeberangi lengannya. "Saya suka menjaga Anda hidup."Aku membeku. Setelah beberapa saat, otak saya memutar ulang untuk melihat di peristiwa beberapa minggu terakhir lagi — dengan penambahan Nathan dalam gambar. Tiba-tiba, semuanya masuk akal: cara Gideon telah panik ketika saya telah mencoba untuk berjalan ke bekerja suatu pagi, mengapa Angus telah dibayangi saya di sekitar kota setiap hari, Gideon marah ketika ia dikemudikan Lift yang saya naik...Semua saat-saat aku hampir membencinya karena bajingan, ia telah berpikir tentang membuat saya tetap aman dari Nathan.Lutut saya lemah, dan aku tenggelam inelegantly ke lantai."Eva.""Berikan aku berjalan." Aku telah mengetahui banyak itu sudah selama waktu yang kami telah terpisah. Saya telah menyadari Gideon akan pernah memungkinkan Natan untuk hanya berjalan ke kantornya dengan foto-foto saya diperlakukan dan dilanggar, maka hanya berjalan kembali lagi. Brett Kline hanya telah mencium saya dan Gideon telah dipukuli. Nathan telah memperkosa saya berkali-kali selama bertahun-tahun dan didokumentasikan dengan gambar dan video. Gideon reaksi terhadap pertemuan Nathan pertama kali harus dilakukan dengan kekerasan.Nathan harus mengunjungi Gedung Crossfire hari aku menemukan Gideon baru mandi dengan crimson noda pada manset kemejanya. Apa yang telah saya awalnya curiga lipstik adalah Nathan darah. Sofa dan bantal sofa di kantor Gideon telah miring dari perkelahian, bukan dari makan siang kilat dengan Corinne.Cemberut sengit, dia berjongkok di depan saya. "Sialan. Apakah Anda pikir saya ingin micromanage Anda? Ada keadaan meringankan. Memberikan kredit untuk mencoba menyeimbangkan kemandirian Anda dengan membuat Anda tetap aman."Wow. Belakang tidak hanya membuat hal-hal yang jelas; ini berbau saya kepala terbalik dan mengetuk beberapa pengertian ke saya. "Aku mengerti.""Saya tidak berpikir Anda lakukan. Ini "— ia memberi isyarat sabar pada dirinya sendiri —" adalah hanya sebuah shell yang sialan. Anda adalah apa yang mendorong saya, Eva. Dapat Anda mengerti? Anda hati dan jiwa. Jika sesuatu yang pernah terjadi pada Anda, itu akan membunuh aku, terlalu. Membuat Anda tetap aman adalah pertahanan diri gorila! Menerimanya bagi saya, jika Anda tidak akan melakukannya untuk diri sendiri."Saya melonjak ke dia, menjatuhkannya off-keseimbangan dan ke punggungnya. Aku mencium susah, jantung berdebar dan darah menderu di telingaku."Aku benci aneh Anda keluar," yang aku bergumam antara putus asa ciuman, "tapi kau punya itu benar-benar buruk bagi saya."Mengerang, ia diperas saya erat. "Jadi kita sedang baik-baik saja?"Aku mengerutkan hidung. "Mungkin bukan tentang telepon burner. Sel menguntit adalah kacang-kacangan. Serius. Tidak keren sekali."“It’s temporary.”“I know, but—”He put a hand over my mouth. “I put directions on how to track my phone in your purse.”That news left me speechless.Gideon smirked. “Not such a bad idea on the flip side.”“Shut up.” I slid off him and smacked his shoulder. “We are totally dysfunctional.”“I prefer ‘selectively deviant.’ But we’ll keep that to ourselves.”The warmth I’d felt bled away, replaced by a flare of panic at the reminder that we were hiding our relationship. How long would it be before I saw him again? Days? I couldn’t repeat the last few weeks of my life. Even thinking about going without him for any length of time made me feel sick.I had to swallow past a painful lump to ask, “When can we be together again?”“Tonight. Eva.” His beautiful eyes were haunted. “I can’t bear that look on your face.”“Just be with me,” I whispered, my eyes stinging all over again. “I need you.”Gideon’s fingertips glided softly down my cheek. “You were with me. The whole time. There wasn’t a second that passed when you weren’t on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I belong to you.”I leaned into his touch, letting it soak into me and chase the chill away. “No more Corinne. I can’t stand it.”“No more,” he agreed, startling me. “I’ve told her already. I’d hoped we could be friends, but she wants what she and I used to have, and I want you.”“The night that Nathan died … she was your alibi.” I couldn’t say more. It hurt to think of how he might have filled the hours with her.“No, the kitchen fire was my alibi. It took most of the night dealing with the FDNY, the insurance company, and making emergency arrangements for food service. Corinne stuck around for some of that, and when she left, I had plenty of staff on hand to vouch for my whereabouts.”