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Keeping her hand working, jerking, tightening and loosening, she slithered up his body, parting her legs over his hips so her pussy just kissed the beaded moisture on the head of his dick.
He squeezed her breasts. “You teasing my cock, baby?”
“You didn’t want it,” she purred, her lips on his.
Her hand kept going. Squeezing harder, she dropped her hips until his tip just peeked into her before angling his head to massage her clit.
“Like it risky, baby?”
Skimming his palms up her back, under her hair, one after the other, the ripple of pleasure cascaded through her as he urged her against him with the ebb and flow of his purposeful caress.
“I like getting you off,” she murmured, kissing him. “I want you to come on me.”
“On you or in you?”
Her body was moving in time with her hand as her muscles tired. “In my mouth?”
“In your pussy,” he said, grabbing her ass in both hands. “We’re clean.”
“How do you know I’m clean?”
“Read your hospital records,” he said, yanking her so hard that her hand got lost between them. “You have an IUD.”
“I do,” she breathed, kissing him one way then the other. “Do you want to be inside me, baby? You want to come in me?”
“More than you fucking know,” he said, reaching up to sweep her hair from her ear and—it came back with a condom in his fingers.
How did he do that?
Disappointment came with confusion. “You don’t want to be in me?”
“You don’t want me hooked, baby,” he said, rolling on the condom. “Take it as slow as you need.”
Fondling her, he waited, jutting up between them.
“My turn to torment you?”
“Macushla gets what she wants.”
Apparently not because the barrier remained between their bodies. She missed the man he’d been between their sheets in Stag. But as she slithered down onto him, satisfaction came with security. She needed to be gentle and in control. Somehow, he’d known exactly what she needed without her having a clue.
TWENTY-EIGHT
“SEE HOW FINE I am,” she said to her brother over drinks that Wednesday night. “You need to stop asking. I’m fine.”
“You need to answer your phone.”
“I was texting you,” she said. “I’m sorry, I went in to work like everything was fine and then slept through all of yesterday. I just passed out. I guess it was too much.”
“You should’ve called last night. You need to be calling. Keeping in touch. I don’t want to worry every time there’s a homicide call that you’re going to be the victim.”
“Strat is looking out for me,” she said.
“Yeah, he told Immie. I’m hearing about my baby sister via my ex-girlfriend and her father.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re disappointed the investigation hasn’t got further. Trust me, I’m on them every day. We will find everyone responsible.” No, they wouldn’t. “The first guy, the dead guy, we got an ID. Turns out he did business with the Manzanis but moonlighted for other crews.”
