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They both were seconds from catching their breath when the bedroom door crashed open. Guns pointed at them. Dante, pants at his ankles, wedged Harley’s naked frame behind him and pulled up his pants as well as extracted his weapon from the holster and brandished it toward the door. Harley reached for her hidden pistol between the towels on the sink and aimed as well. Tai stepped around one of her crew members while Harley peered around Dante’s shoulder.
“We thought someone was getting murdered in here,” Tai said with a shrug. “What in the hell are you doing here?”
Dante nodded his head back toward Harley, “I made a vow to keep her safe.”
Tai chuckled. Harley hid hers by pressing her lips together. When were they going to end this charade? “Ah, Tahiry,” Harley spoke up and enunciated her friend’s name, “would you mind giving us some privacy?”
“He is a stowaway,” Tai snarled with her upper lip raised.
“Well, it’s not like we’re going to make him walk the plank,” Harley countered.
“Because you’ve already walked his plank?”
The men surrounding Tai snickered. Harley rolled her eyes and waved her friend off with a smile. Tai went unwillingly but not without giving Dante a warning glare before closing the door behind her.
“Nice you had my back,” Dante said turning around to face her.
“Don’t read too much into it,” she said. Faced with his broad chest, Harley bit the right corner of her bottom lip and inhaled. The scent of their lust permeated the air. “I need another shower.”
“We should conserve water.”
Harley looked over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom without denying his proposal. Eagerly he shrugged out of his shirt and slipped down his pants, but not before kicking out of his boots.
The cool water streamed onto her body, chilling her when the white shower curtain opened for Dante. Because of the cramped quarters, they stood close under the flow. Harley faced him with his bare broad chest and swallowed the desire boiling inside.
“Allow me,” he took the bar of soap into the wet wash cloth hanging over the rail and began to bathe her body starting from her neck where he kissed her, between her breast where his tongue trailed, and against her nipples where he suckled.
No one had ever bathed her, at least not since she was a child. Dante ran his fingers through the cloth and managed to seduce and clean her entire body at the same time. She moaned when his fingers tipped her head back into the stream of water and began massaging her scalp with mango shampoo. When he used the conditioner, he used the recommended two-minute time for the hair treatment to feast on her neck. Water poured between the two of them like a thin barrier. Through the warm shower flow she felt his tongue against her neck. Her knees felt like buckling.
Her hands couldn’t move fast enough over his shoulders, arms, chest, and legs. With soapy fingers she reached between his legs and fumbled with his erection. She tugged him close to her, evoking a moan from him. Something about the purr escaping his throat made her want to hear more. Carefully she got to her knees, the water at her back. She took all of him into her mouth. Dante’s hand s
lammed against the slick wall and his other grabbed the shower rod. Harley concentrated on the erection growing larger in her mouth and hand. She pulled him out and ran her tongue around the tip a few times before sucking the tip. Dante inhaled deep. His knees dipped. Harley enjoyed the power over him. When she gripped tighter at the base of his cock she made his toes crack. When she pulled her hand closer to her mouth, his backside would thrust forward. But when she used her mouth, fully taking him to the hilt, his entire body shook. She worked him until he couldn’t take any more. His fingers tangled in her silky hair. His cock bobbed in her mouth with a drizzle of pre-cum. Quickly he pulled back, lifted her into his arms and forced her back against the wall and guided him into her for four maybe five good deep thrusts. Harley tried to hold on to him but he pinned her hands close to the shower head. His chest held them glued together while every ounce of him poured out into her.
The sleep she felt earlier disappeared. Dante wrapped her arms around his waist and carried her like that, with him still in her, to the bed. They made love on top of the covers in every position imaginable. Harley’s long black hair was nearly dry by the time they satisfied all their cravings.
“So tell me how you became a Crime Scene Photographer?”
Harley relished in Dante’s arms, snuggling her head into the crook of his arm. She faced him and his nine o’clock shadow—because it was more than fuzz but not quite beard. Hints of gray sprinkled the lines of his goatee. The coloring gave him a distinguished look, something that demanded respect.
After what they shared over and over, guilt riddled her for continuing the lie, but it wasn’t like he was being truthful himself. “Oh, well a girl takes a few photography classes in school and it suddenly becomes a career.”
“Art or studio?”
“Huh?”
The bulge of his muscle flexed against her neck, “Abstract or a bowl of fruit? I bet you’re more of a freelance hoping to win a Pulitzer?”
Not like she thought Dante was stupid but she hadn’t expected him to be so worldly in the photography world. She searched her mind for a reasonable answer. “I wanted a job that kept me close to town so I could be near my niece and this fit the bill.”
His lips pressed together as he digested her answer. “I understand. You two are close.”
“Are you close to anyone in your family?”
“I was close to my sister, Allegra.”
Strings pulled at her heart. Harley sat up a little. “Was?”
“She died a while back.”
