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and Johnnie stilled, listening to the passionate words about the desire to show his son everything. Christopher had played this song for Megs at the wedding celebration they’d had after their civil service, even though he hadn’t known she was having a boy. The thought was still the same had she had a little girl. His nostrils flared.
    “Are you all right?”
    Johnnie narrowed his eyes at her. “Who the fuck sent you?”
    Her brown eyes widened. “Whoever sent the other girls,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m not sure. Just say I’m a freelancer and one of the other girls couldn’t make it, so my friend called me. Asked me if I wanted to take the chick’s place. And here I am.”
    Useless to ask for names, since they weren’t regulars and, instead hired whores.
    “So no one hired you to fuck Outlaw?”
    She frowned. “Why would someone hire me to do that?”
    “To fuck with his relationship with his wife.”
    “Seems silly. She’s not here, is she? How would that interfere with their marriage?”
    Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn’t know that all someone had to do was tell Megs Christopher had fucked another woman and their marriage would be interfered with.
    “Besides,” the whore continued, “she’s a biker’s wife. I’m sure she understands infidelity and betrayal.” She spat the last word. “I was on his lap. I felt his erection. He wanted to fuck me and would have if there hadn’t been all these people here.”
    “If you think that, then you’re a goddamn fool. He couldn’t help but get a dickstand with the way you were grinding your pussy against him. But, if he wanted you, he would’ve fucked you and not cared who was here.”
    She lowered her lashes and laid back on the bed, opening her legs. Her bare pussy lips and glistening clit winked at him. He could lose himself in this woman, forget the torment of Megs for a long as it took him to fuck. No names would be exchanged. No more talk. Nothing, but the sound of the music filling the room and the memories of Megs’s cries in his head.
    Undressing in silence, he watched as she rubbed her pussy. He took a condom out of his desk drawer and gloved his cock in it before climbing on top of her and settling between her legs.
    Surprise entered her eyes. “We aren’t going to kiss?”
    No. He hadn’t kissed one woman since he’d tasted Megs’s mouth. Instead of answering the beauty beneath him, he thumbed her clit and she groaned. He bent his head and licked her nipple, rewarded when her pussy heated a little more. He inserted two fingers inside her juiciness and he sucked in a breath. She arched against him and moaned, rocking against his hand. He bit her nipple, increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, the in-and-out speed of his fingers. A keening wail began to escape her but she bit down on her lip, catching the sound in her throat that his kiss could’ve captured.
    Holding her hips in place, he sank into her and she expanded around him, her velvety softness just the haven he needed. Her lips brushed against his chest and a shiver went through him. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, clutching him tighter to her body, and lifting her hips to take him deeper.
    “Just one kiss,” she whispered. “Please.”
    Her voice sent him over the edge and he shuddered and groaned, filling the condom and going still. He was breathing hard and heavy, but it surprised him at how sated he felt. More sated then he’d felt in months.             
    He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling, at a loss for words. He covered his eyes with his forearm, hoping she got the message and leave him now that they’d fucked. But, no, of course things wouldn’t be so simple. He felt the condom being pulled off his cock a moment before she wrapped her mouth around his dick, allowing the head to hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, took him deeper, and Johnnie grunted, lifting on his elbows