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boxers. I've thought about this all day, he said as he
jumped onto the bed and teased his shaft inside her.
Was it worth the wait? She bit her lip, pressing her
hands over his short hair.
Absolutely, he said with a grunt as he stroked
deeper.
Do you have any idea how hot you are when you get
that look on your face? she asked.
What look?
That look. She leaned and kissed his chest.
You feel so good. He met her lips with his.
I want to watch you, she admitted. I love the look
on your face when you finally get there.
He grunted; sometimes it seemed that she could bring
him to orgasm with just her words. So you're going to make
me?
She kissed her index finger and pressed it against his
lips before she placed her hand against his chest, and he
gladly complied and rolled onto his back. He moaned when
she playfully bit his nipple and worked herself around, until
she was able to straddle him, and slide down onto his shaft
with little effort.
Damn it, he grunted. You look incredible.
But do I feel incredible? She teased. Do I make you
throb?
He couldn't believe there was a woman like her. One
that would stroke herself onto his shaft with the soft
smoothness that left him begging for more. She was the one
that relentlessly teased him, pushing him toward climax.
You feel incredible, too.
She looked down as she worked herself onto him, then
licked her lips. He grunted and wrapped his hands around
her waist and helped her with her rhythm. That's it. She
clinched her teeth through open lips.
He couldn't help the ever quickening thrust of his hips
as he worked himself into her as she worked onto him. The
moans that escaped her assaulted his senses to the point
that there was little he could but submit to her demand.
Hold still.
She sucked in a deep breath between her clinched
teeth. Do it, Jonathan.
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Let go, baby, he murmuered.
Oh yeah.
That's it, baby, he growled as he pumped himself up
into her.
The vision of his shaft disappearing inside her was
almost too much to comprehend. The sounds coming from
her as she drew closer to her climax sent him reeling into
orgasm.
Oh God, that's it. She clinched her teeth, again,
sucking each breath though open lips. Come on, Jonathan,
come on sweetie.
Her senses, mind and body reeled into orgasm and
she could do little more than curl into a ball against his chest
as he continued to stroke inside her.
Are you finished? he asked rubbing his hand along
her shoulder.
She nodded as she took a sudden gasp of air. My
God, that was amazing.
I'll say. He grunted as he watched her remove
herself from him and snuggle into the bed beside him and
then he kissed her softly. Man, it's awesome to look at the
other side of the bed and find you there.
I'm pleased you think so. She kissed his arm.
The phone rang as they lay tangled with each other,
enjoying the satisfaction that they had shared moments
earlier.
Do you always get phone calls, in the middle of the
night?
No, I don't, he answered, accepting the cordless
phone that she handed his way.
Well, if it's Sandy with a booty call tell her that you
have all the booty you can handle.
He looked shocked. How do you know about that?
Her brows shot up. Just answer the phone but be
sure the bitch knows, I'll scratch her eyes out.
He smoothed his tongue over the roof of his mouth
with a confident smack. You have nothing to worry about,
I'm finished with that. Then, to the phone, Yeah?
The voice on the other end wasn't Sandy. Damn, that
was hot. I bet that you haven't been fucked like that in a
long time.
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The look on McCord's face swept to anger. What?
I'm actually looking forward to getting a little of that
myself. If I'd seen this before I gave her a number she would
definitely be number six.
Jonathan reached for the sheet and stretched it up and
over Marisa. Here's some news for you asshole, if you come
within fifty feet of her, I'll kill you myself.
Then you better get to killing, the voice rumbled as
the line went dead.
Get dressed! McCord ordered as he snatched on his
sleep pants, and grabbed his gun. He ran up the hall and out
the front door without a single thought for his safety.
What's wrong? her voice echoed through the empty
house.
McCord scanned the police cruisers parked on either
side of his home. The men exited the vehicles and moved
toward him. There had been no movement, no sounds, at
least until Detective McCord ran out the door like he was
being chased by a bear. The bastard was here.
The officers reassured him, but no man could have
known the things he knew if he hadn't been there. McCord
had felt the look of satisfaction on the bastard's face. He'd
seen red the moment he'd learned that someone had
actually watched as the passion of their relationship
unfolded.
He looked at the cordless phone, he still held in his
hand, it was ringing again. It would've been too easy if there
had been an identification number on the small screen. He
wasn't that fortunate, however.
Yeah?
Those time limits to trace calls are a bitch, you know
it? The caller asked.
What the hell is your point? McCord growled.
It was just a statement, he taunted. Somebody will
screw up, they'll walk away or turn their back and she'll be
mine. Like right now, who the hell is watching the witness if
you're outside?
McCord scrambled, waving his hand toward the front
door and one of the uniforms bolted in that direction.
Tell him not to run, she's already outside.
You think this a game, don't you? McCord said as his
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attention turned to a small figure that advanced slowly,
cautiously around the house. His heart pounded. He'd be
damned to let the Breaker have this one. She was his.
You're playing, aren't you?
Well, if you feel the need to break a neck tonight,
give mine a try. Oh wait, you're too big a pussy to try to take
on a man, aren't you?
We'll see, the voice replied a split second before the
phone went dead.
McCord scanned the area, there were lots of hiding
places in his subdivision, but before this was over The
Breaker would figure out that even Hell wouldn't have a
hiding place for him.
You should be inside, he said softly as she continued
to advance toward him.
Out here I'm not alone, she pointed out in a whisper.
He held up his arm to her, and she walked into the
safety of him as he wrapped it around her and pulled her
close. I hope you enjoyed it. Something tells me that before
this is over you're going to be tired of me.
How so? she asked tilting her face toward his.
From this moment forward, I'm your shadow.
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Eleven
It had been two long years since Marisa had been to
visit Aunt Clara in Memphis. So when the phone call came
telling Marisa that her aunt had passed away, regret
consumed her. So many times she could have visited, but
she had let a fear of her past, of Ben Weaver, keep her away
from her only family.
Marisa was thankful to have Jonathan to turn to, even
more thankful that he'd be right beside her when she faced
her past. She wasn't sure she could face that place without [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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boxers. I've thought about this all day, he said as he
jumped onto the bed and teased his shaft inside her.
Was it worth the wait? She bit her lip, pressing her
hands over his short hair.
Absolutely, he said with a grunt as he stroked
deeper.
Do you have any idea how hot you are when you get
that look on your face? she asked.
What look?
That look. She leaned and kissed his chest.
You feel so good. He met her lips with his.
I want to watch you, she admitted. I love the look
on your face when you finally get there.
He grunted; sometimes it seemed that she could bring
him to orgasm with just her words. So you're going to make
me?
She kissed her index finger and pressed it against his
lips before she placed her hand against his chest, and he
gladly complied and rolled onto his back. He moaned when
she playfully bit his nipple and worked herself around, until
she was able to straddle him, and slide down onto his shaft
with little effort.
Damn it, he grunted. You look incredible.
But do I feel incredible? She teased. Do I make you
throb?
He couldn't believe there was a woman like her. One
that would stroke herself onto his shaft with the soft
smoothness that left him begging for more. She was the one
that relentlessly teased him, pushing him toward climax.
You feel incredible, too.
She looked down as she worked herself onto him, then
licked her lips. He grunted and wrapped his hands around
her waist and helped her with her rhythm. That's it. She
clinched her teeth through open lips.
He couldn't help the ever quickening thrust of his hips
as he worked himself into her as she worked onto him. The
moans that escaped her assaulted his senses to the point
that there was little he could but submit to her demand.
Hold still.
She sucked in a deep breath between her clinched
teeth. Do it, Jonathan.
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Let go, baby, he murmuered.
Oh yeah.
That's it, baby, he growled as he pumped himself up
into her.
The vision of his shaft disappearing inside her was
almost too much to comprehend. The sounds coming from
her as she drew closer to her climax sent him reeling into
orgasm.
Oh God, that's it. She clinched her teeth, again,
sucking each breath though open lips. Come on, Jonathan,
come on sweetie.
Her senses, mind and body reeled into orgasm and
she could do little more than curl into a ball against his chest
as he continued to stroke inside her.
Are you finished? he asked rubbing his hand along
her shoulder.
She nodded as she took a sudden gasp of air. My
God, that was amazing.
I'll say. He grunted as he watched her remove
herself from him and snuggle into the bed beside him and
then he kissed her softly. Man, it's awesome to look at the
other side of the bed and find you there.
I'm pleased you think so. She kissed his arm.
The phone rang as they lay tangled with each other,
enjoying the satisfaction that they had shared moments
earlier.
Do you always get phone calls, in the middle of the
night?
No, I don't, he answered, accepting the cordless
phone that she handed his way.
Well, if it's Sandy with a booty call tell her that you
have all the booty you can handle.
He looked shocked. How do you know about that?
Her brows shot up. Just answer the phone but be
sure the bitch knows, I'll scratch her eyes out.
He smoothed his tongue over the roof of his mouth
with a confident smack. You have nothing to worry about,
I'm finished with that. Then, to the phone, Yeah?
The voice on the other end wasn't Sandy. Damn, that
was hot. I bet that you haven't been fucked like that in a
long time.
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The look on McCord's face swept to anger. What?
I'm actually looking forward to getting a little of that
myself. If I'd seen this before I gave her a number she would
definitely be number six.
Jonathan reached for the sheet and stretched it up and
over Marisa. Here's some news for you asshole, if you come
within fifty feet of her, I'll kill you myself.
Then you better get to killing, the voice rumbled as
the line went dead.
Get dressed! McCord ordered as he snatched on his
sleep pants, and grabbed his gun. He ran up the hall and out
the front door without a single thought for his safety.
What's wrong? her voice echoed through the empty
house.
McCord scanned the police cruisers parked on either
side of his home. The men exited the vehicles and moved
toward him. There had been no movement, no sounds, at
least until Detective McCord ran out the door like he was
being chased by a bear. The bastard was here.
The officers reassured him, but no man could have
known the things he knew if he hadn't been there. McCord
had felt the look of satisfaction on the bastard's face. He'd
seen red the moment he'd learned that someone had
actually watched as the passion of their relationship
unfolded.
He looked at the cordless phone, he still held in his
hand, it was ringing again. It would've been too easy if there
had been an identification number on the small screen. He
wasn't that fortunate, however.
Yeah?
Those time limits to trace calls are a bitch, you know
it? The caller asked.
What the hell is your point? McCord growled.
It was just a statement, he taunted. Somebody will
screw up, they'll walk away or turn their back and she'll be
mine. Like right now, who the hell is watching the witness if
you're outside?
McCord scrambled, waving his hand toward the front
door and one of the uniforms bolted in that direction.
Tell him not to run, she's already outside.
You think this a game, don't you? McCord said as his
95
attention turned to a small figure that advanced slowly,
cautiously around the house. His heart pounded. He'd be
damned to let the Breaker have this one. She was his.
You're playing, aren't you?
Well, if you feel the need to break a neck tonight,
give mine a try. Oh wait, you're too big a pussy to try to take
on a man, aren't you?
We'll see, the voice replied a split second before the
phone went dead.
McCord scanned the area, there were lots of hiding
places in his subdivision, but before this was over The
Breaker would figure out that even Hell wouldn't have a
hiding place for him.
You should be inside, he said softly as she continued
to advance toward him.
Out here I'm not alone, she pointed out in a whisper.
He held up his arm to her, and she walked into the
safety of him as he wrapped it around her and pulled her
close. I hope you enjoyed it. Something tells me that before
this is over you're going to be tired of me.
How so? she asked tilting her face toward his.
From this moment forward, I'm your shadow.
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Eleven
It had been two long years since Marisa had been to
visit Aunt Clara in Memphis. So when the phone call came
telling Marisa that her aunt had passed away, regret
consumed her. So many times she could have visited, but
she had let a fear of her past, of Ben Weaver, keep her away
from her only family.
Marisa was thankful to have Jonathan to turn to, even
more thankful that he'd be right beside her when she faced
her past. She wasn't sure she could face that place without [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]