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McCall’s
uneven breathing blended with her own choppy breaths and the pounding of her
heart. The beginning of a climax gathered low in her belly.
    “Do you like that?”
he asked. “Do you like having me watch you play with yourself? Does it turn you
on?”
    She nodded, well
beyond speech.
    When he slid one
finger into her quivering vagina, her muscles clamped down on him, trying to
drag him further inside her. She was...almost...there...almost...almost...
    The orgasm began to
break over her, roaring through her body. McCall slipped his finger out and
used his hands to pull wide the lips of her sex, staring at the spasming, slick
flesh and the juice of her arousal pouring from her.
    Fuck me! She screamed in her
head. Fill me. Damn it, I want your cock.
    Her body bucked, her
finger kept up its motion, and her internal muscles clenched over and over
again. At the moment when she thought she’d surely fly apart, he took his cock
in his hand, leaned over her, and drove into her with one hard, swift stroke.
    The swollen shaft
filling her, stretching her, drove Rina toward yet another climax, the muscles
of her tummy clenching, her hips thrusting. She lifted her hand and used both
to grab his arms to steady herself, her ankles linked together at the small of
his back to pull him in more tightly.
    Sweat dripped from
his face and mingled with the perspiration on her heated flesh as their bodies
slammed into each other. There was no finesse this time. No preparation. No kisses
or stimulating foreplay. This wasn’t making love; this was raw sex. But the
intimacy of it was just as overwhelming.
    His gaze still held
hers, watching her for the unmistakable signs of yet another orgasm about to
crest. Hands tight on her bottom, he lifted her to give himself greater depth
and with one final plunge took them both over the edge.
    The walls of her
pussy clutched around him, grasping him, as she shuddered over and over. Her
blood raced in her veins, and the walls of her cunt pulsed and clenched again
and again. She felt as if an earthquake had exploded with her at the epicenter.
It took her a long time to ride through the aftershocks.
    At last, McCall slid
carefully from her body and eased her legs down. They lay there panting,
absorbing the last of the tiny spasms. When he rolled off the bed to dispose of
the condom, Rina covered her eyes with her forearm, not sure she could look at
him. She had no idea how to handle this powerful effect he had on her or even
what to call it. Or what she was supposed to do when they reached San Antonio. But the sexual pull between them was so overwhelming they couldn’t seem to
escape it.
    God. She was in such trouble.
    When he leaned down
and brushed the knuckles of his hand against her cheek, the gesture both so
tender and so uncharacteristic of him, she wanted to cry.
    “It will be all
right,” he told her in a tight voice. “I don’t know how, but it will. Trust me,
no matter what.”
    What was he saying?
How could it possibly be all right when her world was collapsing, her brother
was God knows where, and McCall had lighted a fire inside her she might never
be able to put out? How had she let herself become addicted so quickly to a man
whose hidden baggage might destroy her?
    She finally looked at
him. “McCall, I—”
    “Not now. I have work
I have to finish.” He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of one
finger. “But when we get to your house, we’ll talk.”
    Talk? About what?
    How in hell was she
going to manage with him living in her house if he threw up that same emotional
wall again during the day but found his way to her bed each night?
    ****
    Behind his desk in a
walnut-paneled office in Washington, D.C., Senator Bryce Patterson held the
telephone receiver to his ear and drummed his fingertips. As the senior senator
from his state, he had been elected six times to the Senate, but not without
the help of some very powerful men. He knew his obligations to them and