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“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
She nipped at his jaw and cupped him in her palm against the placard of his jeans, massaging his impressive length.
He swore beneath his breath, his hips moving against her hand. Adrenaline rush was making them both crazy. She groaned when he slipped two fingers into the hot folds of her sex, his thumb rubbing against her core. In seconds she came hard, biting her bottom lip as her release slammed through her in a pounding rush of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her.
But that one climax wasn’t enough. Not when she could feel another one tight and aching in her core.
“Dean, please,” she begged.
He lifted his dark head and stared directly into her eyes. “Babe, you’re killing me,” he said, his tone low and rough.
There was no reason to hide the need she felt for him. Right now, she needed a hard, fast coupling for the sake of satisfaction.
“I’m yours, Dean. I always have been.”
His restraint shattered. In a heartbeat, he released his shaft, then curled his fingers under her bare bottom, pulling her forward, spreading her legs, and lifting her all in one smooth motion. Her thighs clamped against his hips, and he shoved forward, impaling her in a long, hard thrust that made her cry out.
She anchored her arms around his neck, locked her ankles against the small of his back, and felt the powerful muscles in his arms, along his shoulders, and in his buttocks flex as he pumped into her. She reveled in the way he lost his control with her.
Burying her face in the curve of his neck, she inhaled his hot spicy scent. She bit his earlobe, dropped her tongue into his ear, and felt the clench of her inner muscles around his pounding shaft as another orgasm beckoned.
“Oh, Dean,” she rasped into his ear, poised on the brink of tumbling over yet another exquisite peak. “I’m going to come again.”
“Yes.” His breathing was hot and labored against her throat. The orgasm tore through her, and she spasmed around his thick length. With a hard, convulsive shudder, he let go and went over himself.
Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower and a change of clothes, they were back in the conference room, getting ready to enjoy the lunch Granny had provided. Logan had returned with his brother and sister. Jackson was subdued, but as a typical, hungry teenaged boy, he didn’t need any encouragement to eat.
Kurrie looked lost and vulnerable, so different from the spunky girl she’d been yesterday.
Ophelia sat the girl down and set a turkey sandwich and a soda in front of her.
“I’m not a baby,” she said, glaring up at her.
“Then don’t act like one,” Ophelia quipped back.
Her cheeks turned red, and she picked up the sandwich and took a bite, some of her old spark returning to her eyes.
Gage and Jessica returned with the news that Ave had agreed to the ruse and to give up the bike without getting the final payment he was due. His life was worth it. Jessica laid out to the team that she knew a little about CIA tactics. Latex skin that could be placed over the neck and wrists to hide a beating pulse.
Just as she was sitting down to enjoy a sandwich as well, the door burst open, and Katie rushed in, tears in full force.
“Ophelia,” she wailed. “I’m in so much trouble.” She threw herself at her big sister and dissolved into sobs.
Everyone was surprised but concerned as all eyes landed on them.
Ophelia let her cry for a few more seconds and asked, “What is all this about? What kind of trouble are you in?”
Katie raised her head, looking so pretty. She was one of those girls that looked beautiful when they cried. “My escort. Lawrence Moss can’t make it for the charity ball tonight. Mom is going to go ballistic.”
“Why did he back out?” Ophelia smoothed the hair away from Katie’s face.
“He got the flu.”
“Really, your mom won’t understand that?” Kurrie asked, rolling her eyes.
“I’m sure she would,” Jackson said. His eyes were glued to her little sister, and Ophelia had to bite her lip to keep from smiling.
Katie turned around and pinned Jackson with sad eyes, her breath hitching a little. For a moment she stared at him. Finally, she found her voice. “No. You don’t know our mom.”
