[Chapter 4]

Fucking Dorian was great, and it chased away the headache. I wasn’t sure if it was the Tylenol or not, but I sure felt awake and refreshed after he brought me chasing after his pace. Dorian had worked himself out, and with the last satisfied grunt, he’d fallen into peaceful sleep.

Watching him on the bed, his peaceful, satisfied and happy face, I was reminded why Dorian stood out to me in the first place. That face. That beautiful baby face that was in a perpetual state of frowning. Frowning at his lack of skills, his lack of money, his lack of the life he craved for.

Oh, how Dorian’s life had changed as such.

How my life had changed as such too. It felt almost like it was yesterday that my Jack of Spades was with me, committing our largest scam just yet. It had been one hell of a ride that time –but Neal had dropped into my life immediately after that, causing me to lose my Jack. My Jack had contacted me afterwards, still never forgiving Neal properly, but expressing deep sorrow and pity for my plight after Neal’s plane crashed. It was obvious he’d heard the news.

My Jack. Thinking of him had me sitting upright quickly. Damned, but Dorian had thrown my planning to disarray. I had planned to meet my Jack today… Perhaps I needed to postpone it to tomorrow, then.

My doorbell rang, and Dorian stirred slightly on the bed sleepily, opening lazy eyes, and then smiling when he saw me still on the bed, still naked.

The doorbell rang again, followed by an authoritive knock this time, causing us to exchange looks of slight alarm. I knew accusation flooded my gaze as I looked at him, and he shivered slightly, losing the smile now that he could be in potential trouble.

“Ms Annabel Francis?” A slightly familiar voice asked from the other side of the door as I got up from the bed, ignoring if I was flashing my nakedness at my neighbors from the opposite building –considering throughout the entire sexy time, Dorian and I had left the balcony doors opened and no curtains had been drawn.

I opened the door just a slight bit, poking my head out so that he could only see my head. The fed from yesterday night stood there, looking slightly out of place, and the look on his face definitely said that he wondered exactly why he was here –when I was no longer his problem.

“I’m sorry, you are?” I pretended to inquire –for I was supposed to be dead-drugged yesterday when he carried me home –which I half was.

“I am Agent Clarke, FBI. I was the one who brought you home yesterday… I’m just calling on you to check if you’re alright.”

“Oh, Agent Clarke! Thank you so much for yesterday. I was quite afraid that I’d been raped or robbed when I woke up this morning with a splitting headache.” I let my eyes brighten a little –making the expression of surprise and gratitude as convincing as I could. Still, it had to be weird for him –for the door was only opened just a peep for him to only see my head popping out.

“Am I disturbing anything, Ms. Francis?”

I did my best to give him the ‘caught and embarrassed’ look.

“Not exactly, but I’m not exactly dressed right now, so I can’t invite you in for a seat. Would you mind waiting for a moment? I’ll get dressed immediately.” I apologized sheepishly, trying to look really eager to thank him –but subtly hoping that an FBI Agent like him would say that he was busy and had to go. That was normal FBI agent life, no? Rushing everywhere, missing details because they were rushing.

“Annabel! If you don’t come on this bed right now, I’m going to throttle you until you cry out for your parents!” Dorian yelled suddenly, sounding like he was very much ready for Round Two, his voice travelling all the way pass the hallways right up… here.

God. My face flushed red, and Agent Clarke raised a slight inquisitive brow.

“Quiet, Dorian! I’m talking to someone…” I hesitated in an embarrassed way, sweeping my messed up fringe away from my face.

“I’m really sorry about that… Dorian just can’t… help it around me… Don’t worry about him drugging me though… He apologized about yesterday.” I excused him quickly, watching as Agent Clarke’s lips tilt in a slight smile.

“With some makeup sex?” He observed, and I gave a fake groan at being caught.

“ANNA!” Dorian yelled, sounding impatient like hell. I knew he was trying to help me drive away the fed, but seriously? He made himself sound like someone who really couldn’t control his erection or ejaculation.

“I apologize for catching you at such a time. I’ll leave now.” Agent Clarke still held an amused face, but I apologized to him quickly again.

“I’m really sorry that you wasted a trip here, Agent Clarke.”

“No problem.” He replied with a slight smile –that actually made him look kind of suave, even in a fed suit. “Besides, I’m here to collect a colleague of mine too. He lives nearby.”

Hearing that sent a jolt through me, and I kept the shock away from my face. I had picked this apartment out of everywhere frankly because there weren’t any FBI agents staying nearby. This was the high-classed district… how could any FBI agent afford an apartment around here?

“There’s someone from the FBI living around here?” I asked quickly before he got out of earshot, and he stopped, turning around to give me a slightly curious look.

“He’s not exactly an agent. More like an FBI Consultant. Is there a reason you would ask, Ms. Francis?”

Crap. “I wasn’t aware we had FBI living around here. It makes me feel a little safer now.” I smiled gratefully at him, sighing internally when he nodded, bade another goodbye and left for good now. I retreated behind my closed door quickly, leaning against it with a sigh. No con artist liked having FBI at their door –and even skilled as I was, I didn’t like it either.

Dorian came walking from the bedroom, as naked as I was; his junk hanging between his legs.

“Chased him away?”

“Yeah. You sounded like you couldn’t control your ejaculation...” I complained absently as he pulled me in his warm embrace again. I ignored the feel of his junk rubbing against my navel, close to my clitoris, and hugged back softly. This was probably the last few acts of intimacy we would continue with before I dressed up, and we pretended that this never happened.

“He did give up information though. Thanks to you faking that your penis was going to explode if you don’t jab it in me, and a little more cajoling from me, I’ve found out that there’s an FBI living close by.”

Dorian ignored the digs I made at him, his hands moving down and squeezing my tight rump.

“No way. An FBI agent? This rich?”

“Apparently just a consultant. But still FBI. Scared the hell out of me, because I realized who he was. His badge yesterday –you saw it. His name is Rainer Clarke? White Collar Division?”

Dorian pulled out of our embrace, shocked that I knew. “How did you-”

I sighed, interrupting him as I led him back to the bedroom, where our clothes were strewn all over the place.

“He’s the bastard that’s gotten the Jack under his hands. You’ve got to watch yourself around him, Dory. He doesn’t seem like it, but he’s capable. Before the Jack got under him, he had already climbed his way up the ladder. Apparently he’s the Lead Special Agent for White Collar Crimes now.”

My sex partner made an irritated grunt at me reverting back to his nifty nickname.

“Gotcha, Lady Boss. I’ve had enough FBI run-ins for the year now. The Circle’s going to kill me if I get trouble from them again.”

“Actually…” I drawled a little, stopping him before he bent over to retrieve his pair of jeans. “You could help me play a game with him. I might be helping bust Jack out of this one.”

“But didn’t The Circle-”

“The Circle told me to help you and run scams here for the moment while California’s security dies down over me. No one said the scam couldn’t involve playing cards with the Bureau.”

“But-”

I put hands firmly on his shoulder, spinning him around to face me. It did help that I was his height –so I could meet his eyes and hold his eye contact perfectly.

“Are you ready or not to take a lesson about playing with fire, Dory?”

Even though he had self-proclaimed to be out of my tutelage, the idea of learning something I hadn’t already taught him brought excitement and wonder to his eyes. All the while; I’d taught him to run or turn the Bureau’s head elsewhere. I had never taught him to put on his disguise and play with the Bureau head-on.

This could potentially be a problem. But if I was successful, I might kill two birds with one stone.

A cheeky smile hung on Dorian’s face as he grabbed me by the waist, pressing me close to him yet again. My breasts were squashed against his chest, but he didn’t seem to care as he pressed his lips against mine, tongue intruding quickly. His breath was getting hotter, and I was beginning to suspect that he wanted a second round.

“Of course, I’m ready. Just say the word, and we’ll start on Lesson 1.”

I grinned back in reply. There was nothing I liked more than a student eager to learn. I let my hands roam gently against his body, downwards until I reached his counterpart. I took him with both my hands, and rubbed the tip lightly between my parted legs, making groans from both of us.

“Lesson 1. Fuck me.”

“Yes, Teacher. Let me show you my homework first, can I?” He replied cheekily, and he grabbed my ass tightly, hoisting me up in his embrace. Still carrying me –thank goodness I’d been on a diet recently –he sat himself on the edge of the bed, sitting me on his lap and pulling my legs around him so that I was straddling him.

“I learnt this in the last lesson, Miss Francis.” He said cheekily, and his forefinger and thumb came up to my left nipple, giving me a hard squeeze, sending crazy jolts of pleasure through me. Damnit, how had Dorian learnt so fast? Had I exposed my weak points to him so quickly?

“I took the last lesson seriously, Miss Francis. Tell me if I’m wrong –I would like to correct all mistakes now.” He said, angling his face up and taking a nip at the strangely sensitive area of skin at the base of my throat right above my chest. I jolted once, reacting adversely. Oh my, Dorian had learnt everything so quickly…

“And if I’m not wrong, there’s another turn-on point here…” He continued as his hand reached down, and slid four fingers into my opening this time without warning, causing me to give a little shriek. Quick as he did everything he teased me with, he retracted his fingers from within me quickly.

“You asshole…” The last of his teases had been almost too much for me to take all of a suddenly, and I was beginning to pant, feeling myself get really wet for him.

“Wet?”

“Put that thing in me, Dorian. Or I’m going to get someone to murder you.” I threatened, my nails sinking in his shoulders as I gripped him tightly, trembling slightly from his sudden four-fingered intrusion.

“Without a condom?” He inquired, looking slightly surprised.

“No time.” I shifted myself closer to his counterpart, which was already standing up and ready to receive me.

“Now who’s the one who can’t control herself?” He teased, still refusing to thrust his thick, hard shaft in me.

“Shut up, man. Now do as I say, or I’m going to punish you.”

“Punish me how?”

I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find the Neal I missed. Of course, I found nothing there. This was Dorian, after all…

“You don’t want to know.” I promised, and he laughed, finally submitting. He lifted me up slightly by strong hands on my waist and positioned himself right beneath me.

“Ready?”

“If I say no?”

“Then it means you are.” He concluded, and slid me down on him. He did slowly, and it didn’t hurt as much as the first time did. But this time, he reached deeper and deeper into me –deeper than he had the first time.

Finally, he let my weight do the rest of the job as he let his arms go, sitting me on his upper thighs, his shaft reaching lengths he hadn’t gone before into me. We didn’t move as we trembled in the feel of him inside me, taking the moment of silence, of peace. Anything he did right now could make me explode –seeing how deep he was.

He seemed to know it, so he took things slowly now. And I didn’t stop him, letting him set his leisure pace. He grinded his hips slowly, and I followed him as we rocked along, our bodies trembling against each other in our own throes of pleasure.

He pushed and pushed and reached in, and I could feel it all coming together.

Like pictures forming a puzzle, things were coming together, both in my nether regions, and in my head.

I thought of the very first time Dorian and I had sex. He was 24 then, and I was 23. I had thought to myself that night would be the last day I saw Dorian, for he had broken my principle for not fucking a man close to me in my life. Here I was, four years later, the same man inside me, the same comfortably slow pace, and the same thoughts flitting through my head.

Maybe Dorian was made to stay, I thought. Sure, Dorian was not the best of partner. He was not the best of man to take for a lover, for Dorian could not control his urges well around hot women. Hot women could make him lose his head –and that was something he couldn’t help.

But Dorian had stayed, where Neal hadn’t.

Dorian had stayed where Jack of Spades hadn’t.

Maybe Dorian was made to stay. But if so, he could only be my King of Spades.

For, when my King of Spades looked towards me, I would be looking towards someone else. Someone that was Neal.

(Check the cards for KS and QS. No matter how both cards fall, one would be looking at the other, and the other would be looking away. Hence, KS and QS are cards signifying unrequited love. Not exactly into cartomancy, but this was really cool.)

I could not help it, but I did not love Dorian.

It was a truth that could not be escaped. I was sorry, but Dorian would only be my King.