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“I believe,” she moaned, and for that one exquisite moment when he was buried in her as deeply as he could be, she did.
He kissed her as he drew back, then kissed her again as he thrust home. Over and over, he repeated his actions until they had established the same rhythm they had found before. Claire cherished each word, each touch, each sigh, committing them to memory so she would have them to sustain her for the rest of her life. She would take this night with him and leave the only man she’d ever loved to deal with the fallout. It wasn’t the noble or honorable thing to do, but it was what had to be.
Again and again, he moved forward and back. She felt the orgasm as it bloomed throughout her and she tightened around him, softly calling his name. He drove forward hard until he was pressed to his root as his cock began pumping his cum inside her, bathing her inner walls with his warmth.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pushing her down into the soft mattress. She wanted to stay there forever. But forever was a dream she couldn’t allow herself to believe.
CHAPTER18
FLETCH
The morning dawned and a very sleepy, very sated Claire was curled up in his arms with her head on his chest. His last thought from the night before had been to get her on her back and slip back into her before she was even awake. He wanted her too tired and snuggly to argue with him. He knew what she believed he was asking her to give up, but there was no other way.
She rubbed her cheek against his chest, a small smile playing across her lips. She wasn’t really awake. He still had time to enact his master plan of keeping her so invested in being with him and his big dick that she could let go of her grandfather’s obsession and let it join him in his grave. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to bring to light the sketchy provenance and anything Claire might have to prove where the remaining stolen jewelry really belonged, but she needed him to take care of it.
“Fletch,” she began, raising herself up on her elbow.
He pressed her back down. “Don’t start, Claire. Just let it be, at least until I’ve made love to you again.”
When had fucking her become making love? He didn’t know and didn’t care; he just knew and accepted that it had.
Just as he nudged her onto her back and slipped his hand between her legs, there was a knock on the door. “Fletch?” called Carter from the other side.
Claire groaned. “Make him go away.”
“Would Mia go away if she thought she’d found something you needed?”
She whined a little, and he chuckled.
“Can’t you just shoot him or something?”
“I can but he’d be hard to replace.”
“Then shoot one of the others as a warning.”
He laughed and kissed her. God, he loved kissing Claire Mitchell. Normally, he didn’t like kissing. It felt awkward and far too intimate. He supposed it said everything about who she was becoming to him that it felt as though they’d been doing it for years, and he welcomed the intimacy.
“That wouldn’t do much to build team loyalty and cohesiveness,” he said as he rolled off the bed, not bothering to get dressed before opening the door.
If someone was going to force him to leave a compliant and aroused Claire in bed, they were just going to have to deal with his erection. Opening the door, he was surprised to find not only Carter, but Mia.
“She wouldn’t settle down and go to bed last night, so we’ve been going through everything.”
“Tell him if his dick was big enough, he could have used that. Trust me, Mia would have been putty in his hands.”
“My dick is more than big enough…” called Carter before realizing what he’d said.
“It is?” asked Mia. “Want to show me?”
“See? I told you she likes big dicks. In general, girls like big dicks.” Claire was on a roll.
“That’s enough out of you,” Fletch said. “Hush.”
He turned back to Carter, who was still blushing. He felt Claire press her warm, naked body to his back, wrapping her arms around him.
“Why don’t you two go downstairs, and we’ll join you in a minute. Whatever it is can wait until Claire and I get dressed.”
“I don’t know that it can,” started Mia.
