Peach didn’t say anything, but Ian couldn’t help but feel her presence over his shoulder. She was a bit too close, just a little too far into his personal space. Normally it might make him just uncomfortable. She was gorgeous and she seemed to have a thing for him. Now the thought was terrifying, but for very different reasons than when he last saw her.
She can never know about what kind of monster I am. Ever.
He focused on the computer and the report in front of him. The Ian Page files were not alone. The records also included extended information on Rosa and Cyrus, mostly a scattering of surveillance reports over the last several months. Rosa’s files came with a few Spanish newspaper clipping of a hero named Waterspeed, an obvious alter ego. But the final file troubled him the most.
The name was unknown to him. Barrett Nesmith appeared to be in his early twenties from the photographs. He appeared to be of Native American stock and a short man, but stocky and strong. One picture showed him working under the hood of a car. His tanktop revealed the tattoos up both his arms, one covered entirely by a massive rolling flame.
In none of these photos or in the information with them made him seem like a friendly individual. One record was a list of over two dozen juvenile offenses. Nesmith had been in and out of prison for possession, possession with intent to distribute, assault, battery, arson, multiple counts of burglary and grand theft auto.
Yet somehow it seemed he never received more than a slap on the wrist. It didn’t make sense.
“Seems like a real winner,” Peach said from over his shoulder. He could feel his breath on his cheek. She leaned back a bit after saying it. She grabbed the back of his chair. It was a cheap piece of rolling office furniture, but the wheels were well oiled. It took her only a second to pull the chair away from the computer and spit it around.
Before Ian could react, Peach was atop him. She sat down on his lap facing her. She wrapped her arms behind his neck. She smiled at him as she leaned in close and met his wide eyes.
“Hey, I’ve got a few ideas way more interesting than some boring files.”
“I don’t—”
Peach grabbed Ian’s shaggy hair and pulled his head back. Her lips found his neck. She planted kisses there. They felt electric against Ian’s skin.
Ian’s breath slowed. He could feel his body react as her hands slowly traveled down his back. They found the bottom of his shirt. She worked them slowly back up, but this time under his shirt. She pulled it up and Ian raised his hands to let her pull it off of him. She balled it up and threw it away.
“I barely know you,” Ian said.
“What’s my name?”
“Peach,” he said.
“Good. Remember that and you will know what to say as we get to know each other better.”
“Um, what do you—?”
Peach’s hands found the button of his jeans. With one quick snap they came undone. Ian caught his breath.
She kissed him again, this time on the lips. Ian kissed her back, hungry for her now. But she quickly pulled away from him. She gave him a sly grin. She slid back off his lap.
She dropped to the floor, on her knees. She looked up at him with a mischievous grin. Her hands found his open pants. She yanked them—and the briefs beneath them—down off him.
Ian could no longer hide his excitement. There it was on display between them, as they might eyes over it.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around him. She smirked as he shuttered. Peach slowly stroked him.
Awash in pleasure, Ian could only watch her at work. She locked eyes with him as she leaned in towards him. Ian’s eyes went wide as her lips parted. He jerked as her mouth engulfed him.
She moved with an ease and grace that made Ian suspect this was far from the first time she had done this. It didn’t really concern him though. He was too consumed with the pleasure, the bliss, the—
With a groan, Ian let loose in Peach’s mouth. She kept her eyes locked on him as she swallowed repeatedly. To Ian, it felt like she was sucking down his very soul and he never wanted her to stop.
She licked her lips as she sat back.
“S-sorry,” he said.
She shook her head. “It’s all right. I didn’t think you had much experience. You seem too wound up for that. But hopefully you are a little more relaxed now. Am I right?”
Ian nodded. He couldn’t do much else.
“Good, because I am nowhere near done with you yet.”
She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet.
“Get your pants on or leave them there. I’ve got plenty to teach you when we get upstairs. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Peach yanked him towards the stairs.
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