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fabric. The contact of their feverish skin made him dizzy. Deb enlaced him. She offered her mouth, arching under him when he allowed his weight on her. “Please…”
    He never could refuse her anything, especially not that. Marcus delayed nonetheless, digging the last of his control to pace himself, to offer gentleness in the tornado of passion that they had created around them. Want sharpened to a keen ache. One soft calf slid up his leg, the invitation impossible to turn down.
    He tried anyhow, torturing them both. Her eyes fluttered open, so bright that his heart skipped a beat. Marcus felt her hands clamp on to his back. His muscles tensed under her touch. Inch by inch, his body escaped his control. Something inside him snapped, like a coil springing free. The world narrowed to the point where their hips joined. She cried out when he filled her.
    He kissed her again, but the lack of oxygen forced him to release her mouth. He buried his face in her neck, pushing in deeper. Heat tightened an impossible grasp around him. She was so soft, so wet, perfect. “Mine … all mine…”
    Ecstasy licked at the verge of his sanity. Every pant, every moan, became a prized reward, even more satisfying when she flushed in pleasure, her delicate face lost in rapture. “Marcus!”
    One more thrust, one more dive, before he fell.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    The midday sun tickled Deb’s nose. Eyes closed, she yawned, drifting along the last tendrils of slumber. When she couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer, Deb opened one eye. As usual, the bed beside her was empty. She smiled. Trust Marcus to get up at the crack of dawn, late nights or not. He loved nothing more than having his first coffee of the day by himself, watching CNN, Discovery Channel, or whatever program piqued his interest that day. Last Christmas, she’d caught him on a Tom & Jerry marathon.
    A quick stop in the bathroom assured her that she looked more rested than she felt. Deb arranged the Diamondbacks t-shirt she had used as pajamas and immediately regretted stretching. Combing her hair with her finger and a grimace, she went looking for Marcus.
    She found him in the living room part of their suite, typing on a keyboard with his phone tucked under his jaw.
    “Yes, yes, I know, Theo.” He smiled at her when Deb curled on the sofa with her legs tucked under. “Look, Deb’s here, I have to go, okay. The exact words? Fine. I promise. You too. Bye.”
    He threw the phone on the cushion chair nearby and leaned over to peck her lips. “Theo said to tell you, I quote, ‘I hope you find the bastard and kick his sorry ass’.”
    Deb grinned as he repeated his sister’s words, leering at the coffee mug close by. Marcus tugged it out of her reach. “How are you?”
    “A bit sore, but okay. What time is it?”
    “A little after noon.”
    Deb pushed the borrowed laptop to take its place on his lap. Marcus took his cue, and circled her waist.
    “Marcus…” She allowed him one kiss before she tilted her head away. “We’re trying something different, aren’t we?”
    “Mmm-mm.”
    “So it means that you unload some of your burden on me, and I’m there to support you.”
    “It’s still my coffee.”
    He grazed the column of her neck. Holding on to her train of thought grew harder. Deb sighed, fighting to keep her eyes open. The addictive caress paused and then narrowed on a sensitive spot in a rhythm that curled her toes. Her fingers threaded through his hair to bring him closer. Marcus resisted, working his way up until he found her mouth. Her mind blanked. For a few seconds, she became only a bundle of sensations, one of the sparks he so easily ignited inside her.
    Marcus broke off for air and whispered against her lips. “Hello.”
    Deb laughed and nestled on his chest. “Hi yourself.” This time, she managed to pick up the mug. “Where did you find the laptop?”
    “I borrowed it from the hotel. I didn’t want to leave you alone while I made use of the