Victim of Deception by Lynn LaFleur Page A

invent the cure for cancer, you know.”
    “You’ve never come from me sucking your nipples.” He caressed her back and buttocks. “I wonder how many other ways I can make you come.”
    “Oh, so now you want to show off?”
    “Yeah.”
    That overconfident grin of his made her laugh. “All the ways I come now are fine, thank you.”
    “But we just discovered something new. I think we need to experiment some more.”
    She reached down and clasped his hard cock. “I think we need to concentrate on a climax for you right now.”
    Max hitched in a breath when she began fondling his shaft. “Well, if you insist…”
     
     
     
    Karessa awoke with her heart pounding and her lungs struggling for air. Desire flowed through her veins like fire, making her skin damp with sweat. She’d often had dreams of Max and her making love in the past, but hadn’t had one in a long time.
    This hadn’t been a product of her subconscious. Everything in her dream had actually happened, right down to her having a climax from him sucking her nipples.
    Her clit throbbed in memory.
    Rolling to her back, Karessa lifted her large T-shirt to her waist and slid her hand between her thighs. She wasn’t surprised to find her labia creamy and swollen. She bit her bottom lip and moaned when she touched her clit. It had been months since she’d been with a man. Her body decided to remind her of that fact this morning.
    She rubbed her clit while she raised her shirt over her breasts. A few tugs on her nipple and her toes began to curl. Her body was so hot, it wouldn’t take long for her to come. One, two, three more swipes across her clit and the pleasure flowed through her body.
    After the pleasure, the tears came.
    Karessa pushed down her shirt and pulled the sheet over her body. An orgasm was a powerful release. So were tears. She often cried after a climax, simply because the feelings were so intense.
    These tears had nothing to do with her orgasm.
    She damned Max again for coming back into her life and making her want what she didn’t have.
    Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Karessa threw back the sheet and sat up. Enough of self-pity. It was a totally useless emotion and accomplished nothing. She was a strong, independent woman. She had money in the bank and a house that would be gorgeous after the renovation. She ran the largest museum in the Metroplex, and ran it successfully. Her body had needs, as it had demonstrated to her this morning, but she could take care of that, too. She didn’t need a man to make her life complete. She certainly didn’t need love. That only led to a broken heart.
    With that thought, Karessa rose and headed for the bathroom. A shopping trip to one of the malls would be the perfect way to spend her Saturday.

 
Seven
     
    K aressa rubbed her forehead, but it did nothing to ease her pain. She hated headaches. No amount of medicine could make this one go away. She knew that the only thing that would help was lying down in a dark room—or a bout of wild, sweaty sex. Since she didn’t have a place to lie down here in the museum and sex wasn’t an option, she’d been suffering for most of the morning.
    Combine her pain with lack of sleep due to her erotic dreams of Max, and she was ready to snap at anyone who talked to her. Unfortunately, Joy had several things on her agenda today that needed discussing.
    She jerked at the sudden snap when Joy closed her portfolio. “Okay, that’s it. Go home, Karessa.”
    “What?”
    “I see you rubbing your head. I know you’re hurting. We aren’t getting any work done. Go home.”
    “I can’t. The workers are there.”
    “So go to your condo.”
    She could do that, but she didn’t want to. Her condo was so…sterile. It had only taken a short two weeks for her tothink of the Victorian as her home. “I don’t want to go to my condo.”
    Joy frowned. “Now you’re sounding childish.” Rising from her chair, she rounded the desk. She picked up Karessa’s purse