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But it wouldn’t be easy.
She was a platform diver.
An undercover DEA agent.
A risk taker and adrenalin junkie.
She was like him.
They were connected, and he’d just heard her silent yearning.
Leaving the bed and moving to his closet, he unlocked a black metal case, and returned with a thrusting, vibrating dildo. Placing it against her drenched passage, he pressed the remote control. The head began to thrust forward and buzz. As she let out a startled cry, he straddled her chest, leaned forward, and slid off the blindfold. Her eyes sparkled up at him.
“Open your mouth.”
She did as he said, but slowly, and licking her lips.
The simple act sent the blood rushing through his loins.
Grabbing his cock, he moved it slowly between her teeth into the warm, wet cavern. Her tongue danced deliciously against him. Suddenly wanting her fingers around him, he reached above her head and yanked on the rope. The slip knot gave.
“Hold me while I fuck your mouth.”
The cord still dangling from her wrists, she clasped his stiffened member.
Letting out a groan, he began to pump.
Her lips pursed around him with every downward stroke.
Only a few minutes passed before the intoxicating pleasure became overwhelming. He was about to slow down and hold back, but her fingers tightened, and her deep moans grew louder.
Suddenly, with a muffled shriek, her body shuddered.
His cock abruptly exploded, jerking violently as spasm after spasm sent exquisite sensations rippling through his body. Just when he thought he was about to pass out, the intense convulsions dissipated, then lapsed. Breathlessly pushing the dildo away from her pussy, he flopped beside her.
“Hey,” he panted, bringing her into his arms, “are you okay?”
“I… uh… I feel really close to you,” she whispered. “That might not be a good thing.”
“Me too,” he said softly, tightening his hold, “and it is. It’s a very good thing.”
Sonny Conchello’s foul mood had worsened.
The voluptuous prostitute the night before had been irritating. Her tits were big, but as fake as her clawed fingernails, and she had to bounce on his cock for half an hour before he’d finally climaxed.
Checking the tracker on the money after she’d left, he found it had mysteriously disappeared, then listening to his messages, he learned Dan Miller had been arrested and the police chief was keeping him overnight.
No money was mentioned, and Dan’s apprehension didn’t explain the tracker falling off the grid. He’d tried to call David Clark, but the bastard hadn’t picked up.
Downing shots of tequila to take the edge off, he’d managed to fall asleep, only to wake up to more bad news.
David had vanished.
He’d summoned Ewen, the gritty guy from down under.
Now drinking strong coffee, pacing on the spacious patio overlooking the bay, Sonny’s thoughts turned to Beth. Though he knew her real name was Elizabeth, Beth was the name he’d used for almost a year, and he wasn’t about to change it.
When Sonny had asked Jim Parker about her, Jim had said he had no knowledge of an agent by the name of Beth Cameron or Elizabeth McKay.
