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“Yes!”

“Good.” He shoved a hand into her hair, fisted it close to her scalp, clenched her hip with his other and started thrusting, heavy, powerful digs of his hips that had him filling all the empty places in her.

Isabel shuddered, heart racing, strange, animalistic sounds falling from her lips.

The ridge of his erection swelled inside her and she tried to stretch her thighs apart instinctively, but somehow, her flannel lounging pants were still trapped and tangled around her knees and Travis tightened his hand on her hips. “Be still,” he rasped, leaning into her, the thrusts coming harder, faster. “You have no idea how good you feel ... how many times I’ve dreamed of this ... oh,fuck, Bella ... ”

She clenched around him and came with a cry.

He let go of her hair, gripped her hips with both hands, hitched her hips higher, his pace increasing until he was slamming into her.

And she loved it. “Yes, please ... Travis!”

“That’s it ... come for me ... let me feel ... squeeze me ...fuck...Bel ...”

She drummed her feet against the floor, gasped out his name and came again, breaths still ragged from the first climax. It didn’t matter, because he was sending her flying again and then he slammed into her one final time, groaning her name as he, too, started to come.

Isabel moaned, barely able to breathe.

Travis slumped, pressing his lips to her spine before pulling away and tugging her into his lap.

The phone was still playing music and she couldn’t stop the indelicate giggle that escaped.

“What?” Travis asked, his voice drowsy.

“If those cameras are sensitive as I suspect, I don’t think that music did any good ... I’m pretty sure they heard me screaming in town.”

“Well, you did ask to be fucked. I hope I got the assignment right.”

This time, she didn’t just giggle. She turned her face into his neck and laughed. “Oh, baby. You passed with flying colors.”










Chapter 29

Lloyd Brimley wasn’thaving a good day.

As a matter of fact, he wasn’t having a good day, a good week, a good month, a good fuckingyear, or a good fuckinglife.

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