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“I know, my darling agent.” I cupped the back of her head and pressed her face gently to my chest. I wanted to cheer her up and make her feel better. An idea popped into my head. “Now, come with me.” I took her hand and led her down the hall.
“What are you planning?” she asked.
“This.” I pushed open the door to my movie room, and the lights clicked on. It illuminated the large, black leather recliners in a semi-circle in front of the huge screen.
“We’re going to relax and watch a movie. I’ll make some popcorn.”
She laughed. “I love watching movies.”
God, I loved that sound. I wanted to hear it more often. “And luckily for me, the recliners are large enough that you can snuggle up with me.”
“What will we watch?”
“A classic.” I lifted the remote and scrolled through, then pressed the button.
A young Dennis Quaid appeared on the screen.
London grinned. “The Big Easy?”
“Seems appropriate since it’s set in our wonderful city, and stars a beautiful, sexy woman out to catch the rogue cop for conspiracy.”
“Except you’re not a cop,” she said dryly.
I kissed her. “Use your imagination. I think I could be a good cop.”
She snorted.
“The best thing, it’s a sexy movie. Whatever things our hero does to Ellen Barkin—” I let my hand drift down her thigh “—I’ll do to you.”
She shivered.
33
LONDON
Igripped the sheets and moaned. I arched, staring at the ceiling as sensation washed through me.
Panting, I glanced down my naked body to Kavner’s dark head between my thighs. He was ruthless—licking, sucking, tongue stabbing inside me. He worked two fingers inside me, and I felt like I was about to fly apart. He licked me again, then suckled hard.
Everything inside me contracted to a hard point, then I shattered.
I cried out his name as I came.
My hips surged against his mouth, riding out the blinding pleasure.
Then there was only sweet bliss.
I dropped back on the sheets, panting. I felt like I was floating.
He rose above me, smiling, and looking very pleased with himself. But there was need stamped on that handsome face, in the slash of his cheekbones and the tightness of his jaw.
He gripped my hips and turned me over.
“On your hands and knees, London. I don’t want to put any weight on you while you hurt.”
Even in the heat of the moment, he was taking care of me.
I rocked backward, feeling his hands shape over my buttocks. I heard the crinkle of foil, then the thick weight of his cock between my legs. Yes. I felt achy inside.
