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hummed with it. Which reminded her she hadn’t been able to taste him.
    Perhaps she’d do it next time. If there was a next time. It was only fair.
     
    He watched her below him, her hair spread around her face like honey. Her tits jiggling perfectly as he fucked her. She was so tight and hot around his cock that he’d worried at first he’d come three seconds after he got inside. And then she’d added that swivel and he’d nearly lost his composure.
    She was small but strong. Toned and nicely flexible, even with a freaking gunshot wound on her thigh. She pulled him deeper with her calf, urging him on with the prick of her nails on his upper arm.
    Her taste was still on his lips when he licked them. He needed more. More of her. More of this. A female who was as unabashed as this one was a treat on just about every level. Porter or no, he had plans to do this again very soon.
    And when she added a back-and-forth movement as he got all the way inside, he knew it was nearly over. His control was frayed and just about worn through. Her scent drove him wild. The heat of her body, the sweet taste of her skin when he leaned down to lick over the swell of her left breast brought his cat closer to the surface. Hers was there as well, but she didn’t try to hold it back. She threw herself into fucking, opening the way between them, letting him in, letting his cat and hers mingle in that space just beneath the skin.
    That was all it took. One last thrust and he came with a snarl, holding himself deep and trying not to rest any of his weight on her right side.
    He rolled off with a sated sigh and she laughed, moving close.
    “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.”
    He rumbled a laugh against her face as she rested on his chest.

Chapter Six
     
    The last thing she expected to see as she approached her apartment was Gibson de La Vega standing there with an actual smile on his face.
    “Hey. Hope you don’t mind but I was in the neighborhood. Would you like to grab a bite somewhere so I can give you an update on what’s going on?”
    She smiled back. “I’m totally starving.”
    He walked with her a few blocks to one of her favorite little Japanese places. “Do you like Japanese food?”
    “I haven’t eaten it very often. But I’m happy to try it if you’ll give me a primer on what’s best to order.”
    He was being very sweet.
    “Are you sure? There’s a great pizza place just across the street if you’d rather.”
    He opened the door. “No. Really I’d like to.”
    The server gave him a long look and showed her boobs to them far more than was proper, but he kept his attention on her as they watched the food move by on a conveyor belt. She ordered hot tea and turned back to him.
    “I sort of lied,” he said when she began to pull plates off for them to share.
    “How so?” She mixed some wasabi with soy and then did it for him as well.
    “I don’t really have an update. But I was in your neighborhood and I was hungry, so I thought I’d stop by.”
    He made her flustered like a teenager. “Well. I’m glad you did.”
    He tried several different kinds of sushi, really enjoying the eel and the tuna.
    “Tell me about your life.”
    “That’s a huge subject.” She grabbed some more tuna.
    “All right. What are you reading right now?”
    “I’m reading Vaclav Havel’s Living In Truth . It’s a collection of his best essays. He’s amazing. One of my idols. What about you?”
    “ Haunting of Hill House .”
    “Really? I loved that book! I haven’t read it in years.”
    “When I finish you can borrow it. If you let me borrow Living In Truth , that is.”
    “You’ve got yourself a deal. Did you always know you wanted to be the Bringer? Was it like a family thing and you did it because you were supposed to?”
    He sucked in a deep breath. “That’s a long story. But the quick version is that yes, I did know. I was trained from a very early age to do it. It’s something I love. Something I believe I’m