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She freed her hands and braced them on either side of his wide shoulders. He found
the curves of her sweat-dampened flanks and followed them to her buttocks. Fingers
stroked the furrow in between, and she quivered, arms threatening to collapse as
something dark and delicious rippled through her.
Those same fingers dipped into her sex, found her wet and painted her nipple with
her own juices. Her breath hitched. When he sealed his lips over the nipple and sucked,
a broken sob escaped her throat.
Then, with words and hands, he urged her up the length of him until her sex was
above his face. He put his hands on her buttocks and guided her down to his waiting
mouth. He licked up the center of her, flicked his tongue against her clitoris, and she
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shuddered, inhaling sharply between parted lips. Another pass of his tongue had her
head falling forward as if the weight was suddenly too heavy. Her hair swung forth and
curtained her face, wisps clinging to damp cheeks and lips. She moaned his name and
pushed against his mouth, begging for more.
He tortured her, swirling his hot, rough tongue over her slick, soft skin, nibbling at
her labia, sealing his lips over her quivering bundle of nerves and sucking until her
back arched. She wanted to move, to pump against his face, and told him so, but his
hands tightened until they hurt, forcing her to keep unbearably still.
His teeth grazed her clitoris, biting gently as she forgot to breathe, muscles seized
by the intensity of the feelings. Then his tongue thrust inside her open flesh, wet and
hot, and her breath came out in a rush. He went back to her bud, teasing her with his
teeth until she was on that razor-thin, trembling edge again.
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He alternated, giving her a little more each time, a little harder, a little deeper, until
reason was a memory and all she could do was feel. She came as he sucked on her
clitoris, fireworks bursting behind the darkness of her closed eyelids.
Her body was trembling, still caught in the throes of a climax when he caught her
waist and rolled her under him, desperate to be inside her. He tore at his clothes, heard
ripping sounds and didn t care. Naked, he dug his fingers into her thighs, spread them
wide and buried his entire length with one long thrust. She gasped, body arching, eyes
flying open and meeting his. For a moment he couldn t move, too lost in the feel of her
gripping his cock. Tight and slick and burning and still spasming from her orgasm.
Fuck.
He drew back and lunged into her again. Hands clutched at his shoulders as she
writhed beneath him, trying to get closer, dragging him down to her. He went, bracing
his weight on stiffened forearms. His mouth found hers, and he shoved his tongue past
her lips and let her suck the taste of herself off it. Her arms snaked around his neck,
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holding him tight as if afraid he d pull away. She lifted her legs and wrapped them
around his ass. When her foot slid down between his buttocks and grazed his testicles,
his control snapped.
He tore his mouth from hers, needing air more than her taste, and rammed his cock
into her again and again. The friction and velvet grip of her body seared the pleasure of
each thrust into his brain. He felt her entire body tighten, then she was crying out his
name and convulsing under him. Her nails bit into his skin and he didn t care. Her
inner muscles milked him, and he ground into her one last time before rapture
exploded through his body.
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Chapter Seven
What did the doctor say?
Elena Michaels jolted and she swung her head around so fast her hair flared. Blin! I
didn t hear you come in.
Sorry. Old habits and all that. Cleo hesitated, then shrugged off the backpack, set
it on the floor and lowered herself into the empty chair beside the other woman. She
tipped her head toward the man sleeping in the bed. What did the doctor say about
Carl?
Elena eyed her critically. He looks better than you.
A corner of Cleo s mouth lifted. I just flew in. Her eyes took in the new lines on
the other woman s pale face, the purple smudges under the eyes. However, even sleep-
deprived and stressed, Elena managed to look striking. Since Carl s not in the ICU, I
take it he s stable?
Elena followed her gaze, nodded. The doctor said he ll pull through. She drew in
breath, expelled it slowly. Fortune She cut herself off, glanced sideways at Cleo. Is
that his real name?
Cleo shook her head. Rafael Fonseca.
South American?
Cleo nodded. Brazilian.
Is that where you were?
Another nod.
When Cleo didn t elaborate, Elena sighed then continued. That night, Carl said he
went outside to do a perimeter check and Fonseca shot him. The bullet just missed his
heart. He lost a lot of blood because it took so long to find him. It s a miracle he didn t
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bleed out. Elena s fingers tangled in the gold chain around her neck, pulled it taut.
The doctor said the surgery was relatively quick. No complications. Her laugh was a
harsh sound. He wasn t the one who had to sit in the waiting room, fearing the worst
while each second dragged by like an eternity.
Cleo lifted a hand, halting it an inch away from Elena s shoulder, awkwardness in
the sudden stiffness, then drew it back to her side. In the ensuing quiet, there was only
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