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Amy bit her lip and threw her head back, her breasts thrusting toward him. He didn’t pass up the opportunity and licked and sucked her nipples, until she moaned out loud. Farther below, she began to move up and down on him, releasing him, then recapturing him.

Fuck, she was good. She knew when to slow down, when to speed up, when to squeeze him tighter, and when to ease off.

“You know why I love this position?” he asked.

“Why?”

He removed a hand from her hip and brought it to where their bodies were connected. “Because I can do this.” He gathered some of Amy’s juices, and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

When she gasped, he chuckled. Her hair fell into her face, and he could barely see the scars now. When he looked at only the unmarred side of her face, he could imagine how she would have looked without the disfiguring scars. She would have been beautiful.

Amy rubbed herself against his thumb, and he noticed how her tempo increased. “You don’t mind doing this?”

“This? Touching your clit?” He shook his head. “Am I doing it right?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing turned more ragged. “Yes…. It’s perfect.”

She rode him harder and faster, and he could feel that she was getting closer to her own orgasm. He held back, not wanting to come before she did, because for some reason he had the feeling that she needed this more than he did. And he was willing to give her what she needed. Because soon, he would have to tell her what he needed from her.

When Amy’s muscles tensed around his cock, he knew she was close. He doubled his efforts and concentrated only on her, forgetting his own needs. Moments later, she moaned and her interior muscles spasmed around his cock. Instantly, he lost his control and climaxed without warning.

Amy collapsed over him, and Joshua wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, not ready to leave her body. Like aftershocks, Amy’s muscles still contracted around him.

She mumbled something against his shoulder.

“What?” he asked.

“Thank you,” she said, this time louder.

“Oh no,” he answered, “thank you. You were amazing.” He ran his hand over her long hair, then pressed a kiss on it. “I hope you’re in the mood for more.”

She lifted her head, and he was suddenly confronted with her scarred side. Involuntarily, he flinched. The look in her eyes told him that she’d noticed it.

Before she could free herself from his embrace, something she was clearly intending to do, he stroked his fingers over her scars to convince her—and himself—that her scars didn’t matter. He wasn’t sure how successful his attempt was. “It must have been a terrible accident.”

Amy sat back a little and shook her head. “It wasn’t an accident.”

12

FATAL ATTRACTION

“What happened to you?”

Joshua lay in bed, Amy in his arms, her back turned to him, her tempting ass lining up with his groin. His cock was at rest, but he knew it wouldn’t remain at rest. But right now, he wanted to talk. He needed to understand Amy.

“I’m assuming you weren’t born with these scars.” In fact, he knew it, because he’d seen photos of her when she was just fifteen or sixteen, and her skin had been perfect. But he couldn’t tell her that, not yet anyway.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I care about you.” It was the truth. There was something about Amy that made him want to protect her independent of his mission to bring her back to the future.

“I was in foster care. My parents are drug addicts. I was taken away from them when I was four years old. I spent fourteen years with various different foster families.” She sighed. “Nobody wanted to adopt me. I guess I was already past the cute age. I was told that I had a lot of anger in me as a four- and five-year-old.”

“That’s understandable. I mean, if I had been taken away from my parents at that age, I would have kicked and screamed all day.”

“Well, prospective adoptive parents didn’t see it that way. They all thought I had behavioral problems.” She shrugged. “Maybe I did.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” When she didn’t say anything, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “Go on.”