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Reaching up, she stroked his hollow cheek… and wondered how she was going to live without him. The sobbing that came with that grim, sad thought was immediate and uncontrollable—and for the first time since he’d started the chemo, he was the one holding her up. Somehow, even with his diminished strength, he managed to keep them both on their feet.
Good thing, too.
She would have shattered like glass if she hit the pavement.
Up in the house, as C.P. looked down at the two people who were embraced in her motor court, her vantage point jerked back and forth.
Daniel and Lydia were easy enough to track, though, given that they were standing flush against each other, their heads close, their arms wrapped tight around the center core created by their embrace. And the image of them together, bracing against the storm they were in, made her rethink a little of the romantic crap she’d always turned her nose up at. That whole two-who-became-one platitude had never resonated with her, but tonight, the living, breathing display of unity struck a painful note—
“I’m coming, I’m fuckingcoming…”
C.P. switched her grip on the windowsill in her study’s private bathroom and widened her stance because things were about to get even more bumpy. With her skirt up around her waist and her silk panties and panty liner pushed to the side, the blond guard who was drilling her from behind might as well have been a dildo.
Actually, he was one, albeit one that had a heartbeat and respiration rather than batteries.
“Fuck—”
The tempo increased in a sudden surge, and sheneeded to use the muscles in her shoulders to keep from banging her face into the glass. And yet still she watched as the couple down below separated from their tight clutch and Daniel wiped his woman’s face with his shaky hands.
The grunt from behind her was punctuated with a locking penetration, and as she felt the guard’s cock spasm deep inside her, she was relieved pregnancy wasn’t a problem even though they weren’t using protection. She was infertile—and she wasn’t worried about STDs. The regular health screenings she required him to take made sure she was safe.
What he did after hours was his business. What they did during? Was hers. And as the two would never mix, he got tested weekly.
With his orgasm over, the guard’s breathing was harsh and heavy, and she remembered back a couple of months ago when she’d found the sound erotic as hell. Now, it was just like someone working out next to her in a gym, the two of them side by side on StairMasters.
No orgasm for her this time. A first.
As soon as he withdrew and collapsed back against the marble wall by the toilet, she straightened from the windowsill and rearranged her skirt. A quick check of her reflection was satisfactory. Not a hair out of place and her lipstick wasn’t smudged. No kissing, of course.
They really were so damned compatible. She needed someone who could be satisfied with nothing but doing her from behind on her schedule—also somebody who never argued with the boundaries, touched her in any other way, and didn’t share the details with anyone. On his side? He apparently just needed a heart and a hole. At least while he was working his shift.
“Was that good, baby?” he drawled.
With his eyes at half-mast, and that prodigious cock of his taking its own sweet time deflating, he was a male animal who was well satisfied with his performance—and very used to receiving compliments. But that wasn’t where she went. Goddamn, she hated when couples called each other “baby.” “Babe” was even worse. But they weren’t a couple, so his poor taste in sobriquets wasn’t her problem.
“Pull your pants up and collect yourself, would you.”
He stroked himself with a lazy hand. “You sure you don’t want another?”
She hadn’t wanted the first one. But she’d been feeling untethered. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the grounding she was looking for—and why the hell was she cold? It was seventy degrees in here, and technically, she’d just had some aerobic exercise.
C.P. stepped out of the bathroom—
“Shit! Again?” she barked.
Gus was over by the bar, pouring himself a Coke, not a tequila. And as she shut the door quickly, he turned around and toasted her with the Real Thing. “He’s going to do it!”
Shaking her head to try to focus, she tugged the sleeve of her tailored jacket down. And smoothed her skirt on a just-in-case. “I’m sorry, what—wait, Daniel? Is going to—”
“Yes!” Gus came forward. “And I didn’t talk him into Vita. He chose freely. He said he wasn’t going to leave Lydia, and that was why. So please, don’t sell right now. Give… me…”
As Gus’s words ran out of gas, his eyes shifted off to the side—and then he walked around her and ripped open the bathroom door.
“Okay,” she heard him say. “My bad.”
Cursing under her breath, she crossed her arms over her chest and prayed that the guard had gotten the bottom half of his black uniform back where it should have stayed—and yup, as the blond emerged, he had not only covered himself properly, he didn’t say a word. He just nodded at her, like they’d had a business meeting between her sink and toilet, and walked out of the study with his head level. There was even aclickas he closed the door behind his departure. As if he knew she was going to appreciate a little privacy.
Gus lifted an eyebrow.
