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tongue darted out to lick, and she jolted. Instinctively, he knew she was still sensitive from the last love making, so he took his time laving her. She didn’t seem to mind. Amazed at her beauty, he parted her soft folds once more and saw the blush of her, his tongue working as she moved sinuously against him in a provocative dance. His tongue darted out to tease, and she quivered with each lick. She wound her legs around his head and pulled him down so he could feel and taste every sensitive curve of her womanhood. She moaned raggedly when he licked, first slowly, then faster against her hard nub. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it until she writhed with passion.
     

    When her gentle sighs became louder, proclaiming her readiness, he eased his way inside her warmth. She responded with an erotic dance like he’d never seen.
    Her body moved with a physical kind of music, drawing him closer, deeper, and faster.
    She wound her legs around his backside, drawing him inside. Her muscles worked him, inviting him in. He rolled her over and, swinging his feet to the floor, he stood and carried her around the room, glorying in their union, as he thrust inside her repeatedly until she was sighing aloud and panting. Pleasure outweighed the pain in his shoulder. She was light as a feather as she held herself tight against him. Her breasts prodded him. Nothing mattered but having her as close as he could. Tugging her toward him, sliding deeper, and reveling in her excitement.
    “Take me, baby, all the way,” she whispered. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”
    He pressed her to the wall and held her there, rocking his hips in a circular motion as she melted against him. Her hands cupped his butt cheeks, exciting him even further as she ran her fingers across him. Once more they reached the top, ecstasy making them moan and groan for more. She slid down, and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. They snuggled together for a long while, touching each other for pleasure, enjoying the hot desire they both felt. The freedom to love unashamed, unabashed, trusting each other in their needs and wants.
    When they fell asleep, he cradled her against him, his hands splaying over her breasts protectively.

    ***
    The next day Jesse was in considerable pain but the wound looked cleaner. He rested most of the day. Maggie fed him, kissed him, and teased him.

    Thoughts of taking her in vanished. She was his, he wanted her, and that was all that was important. Dreams of nights spent loving her danced in his head as her kisses tempted his senses.
     

    She even disrobed and walked about naked for him. The pleasure she gave was immeasurable. He smiled and reached for her, but she shook her finger.
    “No. You’ve got to rest.”
    It was all like a dream. And he prayed he wouldn’t wake up. Nevertheless, the following morning he woke and she was gone. Reality quickly settled over him.
    He felt the draft of her leaving him. His head hung. How could life be so unfair?
    If she really was the Black Widow, it was his duty to bring her in. He had to face it. He’d made love to the woman, and it wasn’t without feeling. But he had orders, too, and he couldn’t forget them. She had quickly forgotten their paradise.
    He wanted to believe she'd just stepped outside for some air, but his mind raced with the knowledge that she was still a spy. Warning the Federals took priority.
    She had her duty, and he had his. Jesse slammed a fist on the table. How could she betray him? He knew she had gone to make a report.
    He rummaged through the cabin for her gun and found it.
    When she opened the door an hour later, she stood poised at the door, her dress see-through from the sunlight, silhouetting what he wanted most, her.
    Too late for that. He had the gun aimed at her. Desire fled from her face, replaced by fear of the unknown.
    “W-what are you doing?” Her eyes went from the gun to him.
    Disbelief