arousal.
She crossed her wrists again over her head,
hearing him swear under his breath.
“ Don’t scream like you are
one breath away from getting off…” he said behind her, and clamped
his hands around her hips. His cock slipped between her legs,
rubbing over her pussy, prodding against her clit.
“ Now,” she said. “I want
you inside me now.”
He pushed inside, pushed all the way in. She
pumped against him, seeking the stretch. The heat. He adjusted his
stance behind her, tilted her hips. He began to fuck her in
earnest, all play forgotten. Long, hard strokes hammered her toward
climax, and when her hand slipped between her legs, he didn’t stop
her. He clamped his hand over hers, following the strokes she gave
herself, as if trying to learn.
“ Now,” he whispered when
her hands fell away.
Her orgasm hit her in violent shivers and
she screamed out, bucking against him
He shuddered, his cock jerking as he spilled
his come. When he didn’t stop stroking her clit, she tried to
wrangle free but he held her in front of him, working her
sensitized flesh until another climax erupted, shocking in its
intensity. When her knees gave way, he caught her round the
middle.
“ I want to lie down, I
think,” she said, barely noticing how he hauled her into bed, still
wet from the shower. Curling up on the bed, she heard him moving
through the room and it dawned on her he might be thinking about
leaving.
“ Stay, please,” she heard
herself say, voice small. “Stay the entire night.”
“ I can’t, Liz. I have to—”
He stopped, drawing in a hard breath. The mattress gave way as he
slid on top of the bed. His arm wrapped around her chest as he
pulled her against him. “Forget it. Sleep,” he murmured against the
nape of her neck.
“ Only if you promise not to
sneak away if I do,” she said, feeling his mouth twist to a smile
against her skin.
“ Sleep. Everything will be
fine, I promise.”
“ Liar,” she whispered, but
he stroked her back and pulled the sheets up, his body warmth
enveloping her until she sighed with contentment and gave in to the
illusion he would be staying, and protect her.
Chapter Eight
She woke with a start.
Reassuring herself he was next to her, she
reached to her side.
The bed sheet was cool underneath her palm,
not even a trace of him lingered. And nothing felt remotely
fine.
And the black notebook was propped up on her
nightstand, a handwritten note stuck to the cover.
She picked up the note, read it. Read it
again. And again because it wasn’t making any sense. Underneath a
phone number, he had scrawled, Call Simon Parker and tell him
everything. You can trust him.
P.S. Don’t burn down the house.
P.P.S. You look cute asleep.
The note fluttered from her fingers as she
got out of bed.
Stepping in front of the dresser mirror, she
pulled her hair away from her face into a small ponytail and
secured it with an elastic. Her dark eyes seemed huge and she
critically observed the dark circles, the fine net of wrinkles
etched into the skin underneath her eyes.
It didn’t matter that Ben had left her,
taking with him all the warmth and joy she’d felt when she had
fallen asleep in his arms. He’d left her alone to deal with her
confused feelings, with the budding hope he was also feeling a
connection that went beyond sex.
And he’d left her alone to deal with the
book.
Simon Parker, she thought. The name was
familiar… The DEA guy from the website. Quickly she booted her
computer and loaded the bookmarked site. She wanted answers and
they were just a phone call away.
She picked up the note from the floor,
grabbed her cell phone, punched the string of numbers before she
changed her mind. Drumming her fingertips on the closed book, she
heard a brisk “Parker, how can I help?”
“ This is Liz Walker,” she
rushed out. “And I have information about Ben Chase and about a
certain notebook. In fact,” she closed her
She crossed her wrists again over her head,
hearing him swear under his breath.
“ Don’t scream like you are
one breath away from getting off…” he said behind her, and clamped
his hands around her hips. His cock slipped between her legs,
rubbing over her pussy, prodding against her clit.
“ Now,” she said. “I want
you inside me now.”
He pushed inside, pushed all the way in. She
pumped against him, seeking the stretch. The heat. He adjusted his
stance behind her, tilted her hips. He began to fuck her in
earnest, all play forgotten. Long, hard strokes hammered her toward
climax, and when her hand slipped between her legs, he didn’t stop
her. He clamped his hand over hers, following the strokes she gave
herself, as if trying to learn.
“ Now,” he whispered when
her hands fell away.
Her orgasm hit her in violent shivers and
she screamed out, bucking against him
He shuddered, his cock jerking as he spilled
his come. When he didn’t stop stroking her clit, she tried to
wrangle free but he held her in front of him, working her
sensitized flesh until another climax erupted, shocking in its
intensity. When her knees gave way, he caught her round the
middle.
“ I want to lie down, I
think,” she said, barely noticing how he hauled her into bed, still
wet from the shower. Curling up on the bed, she heard him moving
through the room and it dawned on her he might be thinking about
leaving.
“ Stay, please,” she heard
herself say, voice small. “Stay the entire night.”
“ I can’t, Liz. I have to—”
He stopped, drawing in a hard breath. The mattress gave way as he
slid on top of the bed. His arm wrapped around her chest as he
pulled her against him. “Forget it. Sleep,” he murmured against the
nape of her neck.
“ Only if you promise not to
sneak away if I do,” she said, feeling his mouth twist to a smile
against her skin.
“ Sleep. Everything will be
fine, I promise.”
“ Liar,” she whispered, but
he stroked her back and pulled the sheets up, his body warmth
enveloping her until she sighed with contentment and gave in to the
illusion he would be staying, and protect her.
Chapter Eight
She woke with a start.
Reassuring herself he was next to her, she
reached to her side.
The bed sheet was cool underneath her palm,
not even a trace of him lingered. And nothing felt remotely
fine.
And the black notebook was propped up on her
nightstand, a handwritten note stuck to the cover.
She picked up the note, read it. Read it
again. And again because it wasn’t making any sense. Underneath a
phone number, he had scrawled, Call Simon Parker and tell him
everything. You can trust him.
P.S. Don’t burn down the house.
P.P.S. You look cute asleep.
The note fluttered from her fingers as she
got out of bed.
Stepping in front of the dresser mirror, she
pulled her hair away from her face into a small ponytail and
secured it with an elastic. Her dark eyes seemed huge and she
critically observed the dark circles, the fine net of wrinkles
etched into the skin underneath her eyes.
It didn’t matter that Ben had left her,
taking with him all the warmth and joy she’d felt when she had
fallen asleep in his arms. He’d left her alone to deal with her
confused feelings, with the budding hope he was also feeling a
connection that went beyond sex.
And he’d left her alone to deal with the
book.
Simon Parker, she thought. The name was
familiar… The DEA guy from the website. Quickly she booted her
computer and loaded the bookmarked site. She wanted answers and
they were just a phone call away.
She picked up the note from the floor,
grabbed her cell phone, punched the string of numbers before she
changed her mind. Drumming her fingertips on the closed book, she
heard a brisk “Parker, how can I help?”
“ This is Liz Walker,” she
rushed out. “And I have information about Ben Chase and about a
certain notebook. In fact,” she closed her
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