She turned, her hand hitting the empty bed next to her, and frowned at it. Pushing up on her forearm, Anna surveyed the room and caught the sheet when she shivered. With a tug, the sheet released from the bed and she padded over toward the aircon to adjust the settings. The cover stuck and she knocked it with her palm to send the flap up.

"Careful," Anna jumped, grabbing the side of the machine to keep herself on her toes as she clutched the sheet closer to herself. John came around the corner, from the bathroom with a towel over his hips, and pointed at the aircon. "It's new."

"And a bit too cold in here."

"I was hoping to keep the humidity off and keep the room cool enough for you." John pointed at the sheet. "But if you're too cold…"

"A bit, maybe." Anna kept the sheet wrapped around herself and pointed at him, "What's that all about?"

John pointed at the towel, "Shower, obviously."

"Not that." Anna licked over her lips, nodding at his waist. John managed a look down and then went to stand sideways. "No need to hide from me. I know what that means and I don't mind evidence that you like what you see."

"You don't mind?"

"Why should I?" Anna stood, holding the sheet over herself with a hand clutching it just over the dip between her breasts. "A woman likes to know that a man wants her."

The red that blushed over John's cheeks almost made Anna laugh but it died in her throat as he snapped his towel loose. It draped over the back of the chair and within a moment he was on her, hands going to either side of her as he backed Anna into the wall. His chest pressed into hers, rasping over the cotton sheet, and her back pimpled at the chill to the wallpaper.

But they stayed still, neither moving nor speaking as if that might break the spell they accidently cast between them. Anna stared into John's eyes, her fingers slowly loosening their hold on the sheet wrapping her torso, and let it inch down her shoulders. His eyes flicked downward and Anna followed the direction to see his finger scrape up the sheet to curl around the edge pulled tight between her breasts. He tightened his finger and dragged the sheet lower so expose her torso to his gaze.

Anna shivered as John lowered his head, darting his tongue out to lick over the faintest hint of a line where the sheet had been. His hands pressed into the wall to support himself as he only used his mouth on her, dragging his tongue in shapes and doodles over her until he encountered her nipples. Then he tugged and taunted, teased and tickled as Anna's hands shook holding the sheet. The second it fluttered to the floor, John suckled heartily at her and Anna buried her fingers in his hair to try and guide his direction.

Soon her fingers were there to hold herself up. John sank down onto his knees before her, licking and kissing at her skin while his hands and fingers remained stubbornly on the wall. The blatant affection he lavished on her left Anna practically clawing at his scalp and lifting her leg over his shoulder when he pressed his shoulders into the space so he could gain better access to her clit. And even without his hands, difficult as the direction and control were bound to be, John still managed to send her quivering into a climax with his tongue alternating between burying deep inside her and wrapping her clit to suck her to the point of madness.

He kissed at her scar as he retook his feet and Anna wrapped her arms over his shoulders, forcing him closer so when she jumped to wrap her legs over his hips it only took them half a step to put her back against the wall again. More importantly, as their eyes met and then their lips tried to devour the other first, it gave John the perfect angle. An angle he exploited in a moment as he pulled her legs wide and thrust as deeply as he could go.

Her eyes almost rolled back into her head as he ran over her buzzing, sensitive nerves. She dragged her nails through his hair, ruffling the water from his still-damp locks to dribble over her skin, and tried to guide him to kiss her. But John held himself still inside her and kissed over her neck.

Shifting against him, Anna gasped out when John dragged his teeth over her nipple. One of his hands on her thighs, still keeping her spread so he could grind even more deeply inside of her, flicked his fingers over her folds until she cried out. And it only came out louder when the thumb of his other hand pressed and played at her clit.

"Shit." Anna gritted her teeth and dipped her head, biting down on John's earlobe until he returned the favor with a bit to the tender skin of her chest. "Move, please."

John finally lifted his head, kissing her with a deep probe of his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on him, and pulled back to grind until they were as close as they could possibly be. "My pleasure."

Anna kissed him ferociously as he moved, driving into her hard enough to almost nail her to the wall. Each thud sent a dull throb of pain that only heightened the sensation of having him completely enveloped in her. Consciously clinging to him with every muscle she could manage, Anna lost herself in the thunderous frenzy he brought out in her.

She bounced and gyrate, bobbed and rocked until the tremors in John's legs matched the trembling in her own. His fingers bruised in their hold on her skin but she matched the frantic attentions with an almost claw-like rake over his shoulders. John's mouth returned to her neck and breasts, sucking there in time with the unsteady motions of his fingers at her core, until Anna's second climax rolled over her.

Her cry echoed around the room, John's swift bass notes harmonizing with hers a moment later. She kept her hold on him, easing one leg down to try and support herself back against the wall when they tried to untangle themselves, until she found her footing. Once she did, Anna eased her hold around John and let her fingers trail over him until he staggered back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I think we could both use a shower now."

Anna snorted her laugh, "I'd rather a soak in a nice tub about now."

"Are you alright?"

"Just sore." Anna put out a hand when John tried to speak, "The good kind… From what I've heard, the best kind but I'll leave that up to someone else's consensus."

"I'd hope I'm not competing for anyone's opinion."

"Only mine." Anna reached for the sheet, wrapping it over her arm to toss onto the bed beside John. "And I'm kind of a fan."

"Only kind of?" John grinned at her but Anna only kissed his cheek and wagged her finger at him.

"Don't go fishing for compliments. Vanity suits no one." Anna sighed, rooting around for her clothes. "I'd better get going."

"Why?"

Anna stopped, her clothes all caught up in one hand. "Because I happen to actually have a tub. It's shit and might spring a leak any day now but it's a tub and-"

"This place has got a tub." John stood up, a little too quickly if the way he grabbed for the bed was any indication. "Just through here."

"But I can actually fit my body into my-" Anna stopped, the argument dying on her lips when she caught sight of the large, Jacuzzi-styled tub before her. "Never mind."

"Thought you'd appreciate it." John walked around her, holding the towel he rescued from the chair where he left it, and turned on the water. "I did this morning."

"You took a bath in here and didn't invite me?" Anna huffed, edging around him to dip her hand into the water and adjust the temperature slightly before climbing in. "Shame on you."

"I'm getting the feeling that I should agree." John's tone had her turning her head up and then lounging back as he bore no shame raking over her with his eyes. "I missed this."

"You could join me and then we'd both get to experience it." Anna scooted to the side so John could take the space across from her. "It's a big tub."

"I'm a larger guy."

"Of that I'm very aware."

John grinned at her, "You're a lot more witty today."

"I'm feeling a bit freer with myself." Anna ran a hand over his leg. "I've got you to thank for that."

"And thus the personality shift?"

"You didn't know me before I lived here." Anna leaned back, sighing as the jets bubbled to a start and beat a steady tattoo on her back. "I used to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."

"I think I would've liked to meet that Anna." John took one of her feet, massaging it under the water as she continued to relax and let her body sag in place.

"You would've liked that Anna."

"I think I would've." John pressed at a particularly sensitive spot and Anna twitched in the water. "But I like this Anna a lot too."

"And all her accompanying baggage?" Anna snorted, leaning her arm against the side of the tub to let her head rest on it. "Sure you're ready for that?"

"I think it'll be just wonderful to help you unpack every piece of luggage you brought into my life." John paused, switching feet. "I've always found that it's easier to deal with baggage when you've got two people to do it."

Anna shrugged, "I've never had anyone to help before so it's all new to me."

"I've never had anyone's baggage I wanted to unpack before." Anna snorted, her eyes closing as John dug a knuckle into her foot before responding. "What?"

"I think you're just trying to be too kind to me."

"I like being kind."

"It wasn't an insult." Anna hissed when he hit a deep spot and opened her eyes. "Are you an acupuncturist or something?"

"Just given a few foot massages."

"Couldn't have been to Vera."

"No," John shuddered. "She wouldn't have taken something that simple."

"Then who?"

"My mother, when her arthritis advanced." John shrugged, "It's not glamorous but she needed it and it was what I could do when there was no way to take away her pain."

Anna leaned forward, catching his hand. She pulled it from the water, kissing over his fingers, and looked him in the eyes. "You are, perhaps, the sweetest person I've ever met."

"I'm not without my flaws."

'I didn't say you were perfect." Anna wagged her finger at him, sitting back. "I just said you were sweet."

"Not saccharine though, right?"

"No, just the right amount." Anna pulled her feet back, "You don't offer back massages do you?"

"Usually when there's oil, a bed, and the chance at some action." John wiggled his eyebrows and then motioned for her to move. "Face the back of the tub and hold the edge."

"You're serious?"

"I could dig my elbow into your lower back from this position, which might solve a kink or two." John swirled his finger, "Go on, turn."

Anna got on her knees and shifted slowly in the water to grab the back of the tub. John put his hands on her hips, lifting her partially out of the water so she stayed on her knees but tilted against the wall of the tub. She huffed, holding herself up on her knees and then sighed at the combine sensation of the jets thumping steadily against her abdominal muscles and John's hands starting on her lower back. Her head hung low as John ministered to the tight muscles of her back.

"May I touch your ass?" Anna blinked and turned over her shoulder to meet his eyes with raised eyebrows. "I've got to work the muscles there so they're not so tight they're pulling at her lower back and your calves."

"That's the most detailed excuse I've ever heard to touch my ass."

"But no less true." John nodded at her, "Your choice."

"Just make sure you're going to take advantage of me." Anna laughed to herself and then shifted as John's fingers dug deep. "You were serious?"

"I don't usually joke when I request to touch someone's ass." John's voice whispered near Anna's ear as he ground out clenched muscles.

"Just as long as it's this only. I'm not that kinky."

"Me neither." John pulled back a second and then started working her ass and lower back at the same time. "Tell me when you feel a bit more loose."

"There's a faster way to loosen me up." Anna laughed and then gasped out as John's elbow dug into her back. "I didn't mean that."

"I knew what you meant." His fingers eased over her back, tugging her gently back into the pulsing water to straddle him with her back to his chest. "But I did promise you a massage."

"And I'd like a different kind of massage." Anna turned over her shoulder to look at him. "If you're willing."

John shifted against her so Anna bit down at the stroke of his arousal against her ass. "Does that let you know how willing I am?"

Anna rocked against him, trading moans with him. "Then you'd better get on with it. We don't have all day."

John's fingers dragged over her hips, seating her to better straddle his legs and adjusting them to open her. Then they trailed down, opening her to sink the fingers from one hand deep inside her while the others pressed and rubbed at her clit. Every stroke stoked a fire inside her until Anna bucked her hips against him in an attempt to get him to move faster or deeper or harder. But he persisted in his gentle motions until she snatched his wrist and drove him inside her.

He obeyed her motions, allowing her to use him as her personal tool to reach that point inside of her. The point that had her nails digging into the skin of his thigh when he crooked his fingers to scrape down her internal walls in time with a teasing tug at her clit. And Anna could not find it in herself to care about the little chuckle he managed when she came around his fingers.

It took both of their breath away, however, when she shifted his hand away and sank down on him. They stayed still a moment and Anna remembered when they occupied a similar position on her bed just a month ago. When his fingers found the scar tissue on her left side, covering it front and back, she did not shy away as she had then. Instead she leaned into his hold and rocked back against him to meet the gentle thrusts he used.

Each movement matched like a harmony instead of a melody. Different paths to reach the same conclusion that had Anna twisting her hips when John thrust and bouncing up and down with her knees to counter his gyrating grinds so they both clutched at the tub or one another as they reached their peaks. Anna's fingers tangled in John's damp hair, bringing him close enough to attempt a sloppy kiss before she satisfied herself with her fingers rubbing furiously over herself.

When John's fingers joined hers, his other hand pausing from his gentle hold at her hip to hold along her jaw, he kissed her through her climax. Anna buried her cry in his mouth, tangling her tongue with his as if that could say everything her blank mind failed to even imagine. And when his fingers returned to her hip, Anna worked herself to the right angle so John bucked with a groan as he came.

They settled back into the water, jets still pummeling their skin, and interlaced their fingers together. Anna rested her head on John's shoulder a moment before pushing off him and climbing a bit unsteadily from the tub. John offered her a hand and then joined her, draining the water before grabbing a towel.

"I feel remarkably relaxed," Anna stretched and pulled as she tucked the edge of the towel around herself. "Thank you."

"It's my honor to serve."

He started to walk away but Anna caught his hand. She stared at the skin, wrinkled and puffy from the water, and ran her finger over it as she looked at him. "It means a lot to me."

"It was just a massage."

"No," Anna shook her head. "Not to me."

John stepped back toward her, the fuzz of their towels rasping against one another when he came in close. "I meant what I said, Anna. I'm here for it all."

She nodded, still holding his hand, and tucked herself close to him. "Just… Just don't think less of me for not being stronger."

"You're stronger than you think." John held her, wrapping arms around her so they tucked as tight as they possibly could together. "You're too strong to bear it alone and that says more about you than anything else."

"Me being late to work'll say a lot about me too." Anna pushed back from the embrace, kissing John's cheek. "I'd better go."

"It's just downstairs."

"But my clothes are the ones I worse yesterday and if you think no one'll notice then you've not been around enough women."

"I've been around more than enough women. They're just not usually talking about their clothes around me." John grinned as Anna pulled her damp hair up into a messy bun. "And if they are talking about clothes it's usually because they want me to take them off."

"You're incorrigible."

"I'm also insatiable but I think you like that part."

Anna looked at him through the bathroom mirror, smiling at the tent in the towel. "There's a lot there to like." He went to move closer but Anna turned and put a hand on his chest. "If you do that then I'll lose all hope for looking like I didn't get thoroughly shagged this morning."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"It is when I'm supposed to be a professional." Anna pushed John toward the room. "Now go or you'll make me late."

True to her word, Anna got herself home in time to change… although John almost made her late again when he found a way to get his fingers under her waistband. But she repaid the favor, and left him gasping on the bed, when she managed to bring him over the edge with her mouth around him. It was then, with John still heaving for breath, she kissed his mouth and dashed out.

Tying up her still wet hair- from a shower that proved far more effective in terms of getting herself clean than her morning bath- Anna nodded at the morning crew. Gwen's pursed lips and barely contained grin only got a warning scowl from Anna as she hurried back to her office. There, however, Anna's good morning mood dropped considerably.

A man waited in the chair across from her desk, wearing a tailored suit, flicked through his phone and occasionally huffed at the contents. Anna edged around her desk and then groaned when the man raised his hair and perfectly coifed hair shined in the dusky lights of her office. "Hello Thomas."

"It's Mr. Barrow, we're both professionals here."

"As professional as you were when you broke Daisy's heart?"

"Little girls shouldn't play with the men."

"Especially when those men like other men and they go out of their way to embarrass rather innocent girls with the truth?" Anna took her seat and leaned back in her chair. "I do hope Sheriff Carson doesn't know you're in town or he might find it in himself to beat your ass for what you did."

"He'll have a time of it because I'm here on legal business."

"Oh are you now?" Anna noted Thomas's reach inside his jacket and shook her head. "I do hope you're not dumb enough to be going for something you're hoping I'll take."

"Like a gun?"

"Like a subpoena." Anna snorted, "Please, tell me the actual odds you'd even know how to fire a gun."

"I served in the Army."

"You were medically discharged from the Army." Anna nodded at Thomas's hand, crossing hers over her lap. "Don't think I don't know about your little mishap on the firing range. What idiot cleans his gun when it's loaded?"

Thomas bristled, thrusting a paper toward Anna. "You have to take it."

"No, I don't, and if I don't actually receive it then I don't have to respond to it." Anna shrugged, "I'm not dumb enough to fall into that trap. I won't be served in my office."

"Then you'll not be aware that it won't be your office for much longer."

Anna narrowed her eyes, "You want to run that little details by me again?"

"This place belongs to Alex Green and he's suing you for the rights to it." Thomas put the paper between them. "And I've got more copies and more tries. Don't worry, I'm persistent and I'm not going to lose this one since it's almost half-done for me anyway."

Anna stood up, still refusing to touch the paper. "You crawl back to that little shit and tell him he can have this place, that I paid for, when he rips it from my cold, dead hands."

"I'm sure he'll get it before then." Thomas reached down, grabbing his briefcase and standing. "Or he might get it even sooner. People do have accidents sometimes."

Anna swallowed, ignoring the argument between the shot of cold down her spine and the boil in her blood. "Excuse me?"

"You do realize," Thomas shrugged, "That Mr. Green's got some friends who are less than reputable."

"And you're going to tell me that?"

"You'd be surprised the lengths people go to for their friends." Thomas smiled at her, a stretch of his mouth that made Anna want to shiver but she tramped down on the desire. "You have a good day Ms. Smith."

She waited until he left the office before hitting her chair. Using a pencil she found the edge of the pages and turned them as she forced herself to read the papers she still refused to touch. And then read them again, and again until she could almost recite the contents from memory.

Each line made her blood boil with the temerity of Green to make the accusations or demands listed in the pages. But she also wondered, at the back of her mind, how it might change if she just gave in. If she gave him the bar… and all the associated accouterments associated with ownership of it.

Her fingers traced over the desk, distracting her from other work to be done until the door opened. Anna jumped and then calmed at the sight of John in the doorway. Leaning back in her chair Anna smiled at him.

"Something I can help you with Mr. Bates?"

"A great many things I'm sure." He nodded toward the bar. "You've dodged all my calls and texts so I decided to come and check on you."

"You called?" Anna whipped out her phone and groaned, holding it for John to see. "Dead. I forgot to charge it last night and earlier."

"Likely story."

Anna scowled at him, tucking her phone away. "You're the reason it's drained you know."

"Oh I know." John eased into the room, closing the door behind him. "But I was curious if this was like the last time you barricaded yourself in here to avoid me."

"What?"

"When you avoided me because you were afraid that I'd find out about your deal with the devil."

"Hardly." Anna snorted, sitting straighter. "Especially considering that was yesterday and you found out anyway."

"It was meant to be."

"Or you're just suffering the misfortune of knowing me."

John shook his head, "That's the farthest from the truth as you could be."

"Then know it's a similar statement about me dodging your calls. I'm not in that kind of mood."

"Then what…" John's eyes fell on the papers on her desk and he nodded. "So some skeezy solicitor visited you as well."

"Yes he…" Anna narrowed her eyes, "Why'd you just say 'as well' as if you…"

John pulled papers from his back pocket. "I'm being sued for my property and damages I incurred on one Alex Green's face. Personally I thought it was an improvement but I guess that's up for debate."

Anna shrugged, waving her hand at the papers. "I'm sure the details of yours are just as daring as mine."

"And how many times have you read yours if you've been in here since this morning?" John counted on his fingers, "Ten, maybe?"

"It's not been ten." Anna tried to look offended, pushing herself from her chair and grimacing as it pulled at muscles that stiffened and her tingling legs. "It's been considerably more times than that."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be caught off guard."

John gave his own snort this time. "I'm pretty sure the whole point of the activity was to catch you off guard."

"Then he's done a fine job of it." Anna pulled her hair from its tie, running her fingers through it. "Although…"

"Although what?" John took the seat opposite her, jabbing at the forms. "You can't be seriously considering this."

"What if giving him the bar gave him the debt?" Anna shrugged, "Let him sell his soul to Vera and I could leave it all behind."

"Do you really think you could do that?"

Anna sighed, draping her arms over her desk and dropping her chin to rest on them. "No. But I'd like to just leave it all to him. He can take back the debt on it, the cost of running it, the stress of it all, and even sell his soul to keep it going. It'd be fantastic."

"Except something tells me that Vera wouldn't work like that." John shifted in his chair, "Call it experience from having spent more time with her than I'd like to remember, but I know she wouldn't let go of what she's got if she can keep a hold on you. Her claws sink deep and they're not easily removed."

"Then I guess it's first to the finish." Anna stood up and almost did not comprehend how quickly John crowded her, blocking her exit from behind the desk. "Yes?"

"You did just say first to the finish." John grinned at her, dropping it in favor of a study of her skin as he stroked a finger along her neck toward her collarbone. "I thought it was an invitation."

"You really are incorrigible." Anna laughed, slipping from John's grasp. "And insatiable."

"Do you disapprove?"

"Not at all but I've got a bar to clean. I'm sure they've managed to get everything from-" Anna checked her phone and the clock on the wall, "Lunch all handled but Gwen's off now and I need to make sure I'm ready for dinner and drinking later."

"Then I'll keep you company."

"I'm sure you've got ulterior motives but I won't say no to a bit of light serenading if you're up for it." Anna led the way into the bar, nodding at the last efforts of the bussers before they both disappeared through the doors she left swinging. "They do a good job."

"I'm sure Ms. Dawson's got a whip cracking for them." John dragged a finger along the bar, nearing Anna as she checked something in the sink. "Like the one I'd give to you."

"So I could crack one for you?" Anna eyed him up and down before jumping to sit on the bar. "Not sure you could handle me in thigh-high boots with heels and a bustier."

"I only said the whip." John put his hands on either side of her but Anna pulled her legs up and rotated on her ass to hop off the other side. "Tease."

"You're undressing me for a performance." Anna walked around the space, wiping down a few tables before throwing the rag back at John. "If I'm going to dominate you I've got to look the part."

"So you'd be up for that?"

Anna laughed, hopping back over the bar and taking the rag from him to add to the dirty bin. "I've had a few kinkier dates."

"But this morning you-"

"Kinky in style, not in execution." Anna shuddered, "There are some bridges that are still too far for me."

"Me too." John eased behind her, fingers trailing up her sides. "But I've got one to suggest to you."

Anna shivered as his voice whispered near her ear. "And what's that?"

"Right here, right now?"

"My employees are just through that door."

"Then we'll have to be fast." John kissed her neck, fingers trailing under the waistband of her jeans to tease the edge of her knickers. "You up for it?"

Anna hurried a look over her shoulder toward the doors and then wedged her ass into John's hips. "You'll have to be quick."

"One of the only times that'll be a good thing."

But John only managed to unsnap her jeans and get both of his hands inside the fabric as the front doors opened. Anna froze, her hand clutching the counter in front of her as Sheriff Carson walked toward them. He nodded at John and then addressed Anna at the same time John worked a hand under the line of her knickers to glide along her folds.

"It's good to see you up and about Ms. Smith."

"Is it?" Anna strangled the sound in her throat, fingers whitening on the counter when she clung to it harder as John's other hand pressed his palm against her clit. "And why's that?"

"Ms. Dawson was saying you had an unpleasant visitor earlier."

"I… I did." Anna nodded, a bit more ferociously than she needed to as John's fingers continued to press against her and massage her sensitive skin. "But I guess, in light of recent events it shouldn't-"

She choked, coughing to cover the reaction to John's fingers entering her and his thumb exploring her nerves to let her body temperature rise. Sheriff Carson leaned forward, putting a hand on hers where it rested on the bar. "Are you alright Anna?"

"I'm… I'm fine." Anna cleared her throat, grinding on John's fingers as she shifted forward. "I just wasn't expecting a visit from Mr. Barrow."

"I do hope you warned him to stay out of my way."

"He was here on business for the court and…" Anna gritted her teeth when John added another finger, crooked them inside her to find the sweet spot. "And he kept himself civil enough."

"I'd still like to have a reason to toss him in a cell. Or, better yet, to justify a charge of police brutality."

"I'm sure William giving him a shiner was enough brutality from our Sheriff's department." Anna cleared her throat as John paused, holding her at the edge. "But I'll let you know if anything changes."

"It's a raw business." Sheriff Carson nodded at John, "I do hope you're here to help, Mr. Bates."

"As much as I can." John twiddled his fingers and Anna almost bit through her lip as she came. "I'm here for whatever Ms. Smith might need."

"Good." Sheriff Carson nodded at them and headed for the door. "I'm here, if you need me."

"Thank you." Anna finally managed, her voice bound to give her away.

But Sheriff Carson left all the same and Anna practically tore her jeans away from herself as she tugged them down her legs. John's belt clinked and he put his hands on her hips to enter her a moment later. Anna groaned into him, grinding back as far as she could go to take John in a single stroke. He moaned and she gave a half-laugh.

"That's what you get, greedy bastard, for making me orgasm in front of Sheriff Carson. He would've died if he knew what we were doing."

"Then it's good he didn't know." John drove into her again, leaving Anna on her toes. "And I needed to make sure you were being seen to. I did promise."

"Now you're just justifying bad behavior."

"It benefits you." John kissed near her ear, working his hips like a piston so they slapped against her ass.

"And you."

"The best sex is a two-way street."

"Shut up and hurry." Anna bent over a bit more, letting John attack her neck and shoulders as his hands held her hips steady to meet the shunt of his body. "We've not got time for this."

"We'll make time."

"Then it's not…" Anna bit her lip, clawing at the counter as John played with her clit again. "It's not the place."

"So many health code violations." John sped up, the frenzy of his pace leaving Anna's legs shaking at the depth and strike of him inside her. "Whatever will you do?"

"Wash with bleach." Anna grabbed his wrist, moving him faster against her until she climaxed again.

John followed her soon after, the final frantic stutters of his body leaving her with the now-familiar ache inside her. He drew back slowly, careful of their mutual sensitivity, and grabbed two rags to wipe them off. But when he went to toss them into the pile Anna stopped him.

"I don't think so."

"It's the dirty pile."

"We're not making some poor busser wash these." Anna buttoned her jeans and helped John do up his belt. "Just tuck them in a corner of my office and I'll wash them at mine."

"That seems cruel, leaving you with clean up."

"You don't have a machine yet, do you?" John shook his head and Anna snatched the rags from him. "Then I've got them this time."

"I'll owe you."

"Just pay me back somewhere a bit less public next time." Anna twitched as someone came through the swinging doors and pushed John away. "Now go on. I've got things to do and I'm betting you do too."

"Not as important as you."

Anna grinned, kissing him quickly. "Just get on with yourself. We've both got jobs to do."

"Only because you insist." John saluted. "I'll see you tonight Ms. Smith."