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her, every part of her honed to receive it. Agonizingly, unbelievably, he held her on the brink for a precious few seconds before lifting and with one plunge, shoved her over the edge.
Lucille went into freefall. For once in her life, she didn’t care about being safe. Wildness consumed her, and she loved it. Embraced it because he surrounded her. This man would ensure she didn’t come to harm while she was in his arms.
Until he gripped her tighter and cried out. It was her turn to shelter him, holding him close with arms and legs, enjoying the way his cock throbbed with every release. He gave her everything he had without limit and left her damp with sweat.
He murmured her name and gave her one of the gentle kisses she was beginning to crave. She liked the other kind too. The devouring, greedy ones. She peeled a strand of hair off her cheek and smiled muzzily up at him. “I probably look a mess now.” She didn’t fuss over her appearance, but she preferred not to appear so tousled.
“Sex isn’t neat and clean,” he said, grinning down at her. “Done right, it should be messy and sticky and all the things you’re thinking about.”
“You’re in my mind again.”
He tilted his head to one side. “You don’t like it?”
She stared into his eyes and thought. “I think I do. I’m just not used to it.”
He stroked her cheek. “Thank you. Maybe one day you’ll trust me more.” Open another layer, he meant. So far he only had access to that part of her mind all Talents and mortals who’d developed their psi gifts shared.
“Maybe.” But not yet. Not after one night. He was powerful and persuasive, but she mustn’t share that part of herself with anyone. Not even her brother, except in special circumstances. Like when he’d gone missing.
“You’re thinking too hard. Get some sleep.”
“I need to get to work. I’m opening the bar today.”
“You don’t have staff?” He frowned at her, concern in his gaze.
“Yes, but I take my shifts.”
Fortunately he didn’t argue. “What time do you have to be there?”
“Around nine so I can open at ten.”
He pulled gently out of her, his ring widening her just before he exited. It felt strange. Good strange. Rolling to one side, he curved an arm around her waist, so she rolled with him, still close. Still sticky. They smelled of each other, and she found that arousing as she never had before. One of the things she did immediately after sex was get clean, so this felt odd. Especially with unprotected sex.
“Then sleep. I’ll make sure you get to your place in time.”
She trusted him that much. In any case, how bad could it be? Few people came around early on Mondays, and her cook had a key. He could open at eleven. Or she could call him. Dreamily considering the alternatives, she drifted, and just before she fell asleep, she recalled how she’d woken up. The best dawn she’d ever had.
WHO KNEW THEY’D fit so well? Men who said women were all the same inside hadn’t had enough experience. Or were willfully stupid. Jay gazed down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. She felt good there, a warm, soft weight.
But he had to move. He had work to do. Maybe he should have told her, but she slept with a completeness it would have been criminal to interrupt. Business didn’t wait, however, especially business like this, and some things niggled at him. He needed to ensure the family last night got away cleanly, for one thing. Then there was the mild irritant of her brother.
While Lucille said she was okay with her brother’s disappearance, he’d picked up a thread of concern. She was worried about Drew, just not enough to go looking. Not yet. Maybe Jay was more wary, lived longer, but he wanted to know.
And Blue. That guy needed to get off his estate. Because he didn’t identify himself, Jay worried he had something to hide. Since he’d forced himself through bad times, seen wars and worse, he never took anything for
Lucille went into freefall. For once in her life, she didn’t care about being safe. Wildness consumed her, and she loved it. Embraced it because he surrounded her. This man would ensure she didn’t come to harm while she was in his arms.
Until he gripped her tighter and cried out. It was her turn to shelter him, holding him close with arms and legs, enjoying the way his cock throbbed with every release. He gave her everything he had without limit and left her damp with sweat.
He murmured her name and gave her one of the gentle kisses she was beginning to crave. She liked the other kind too. The devouring, greedy ones. She peeled a strand of hair off her cheek and smiled muzzily up at him. “I probably look a mess now.” She didn’t fuss over her appearance, but she preferred not to appear so tousled.
“Sex isn’t neat and clean,” he said, grinning down at her. “Done right, it should be messy and sticky and all the things you’re thinking about.”
“You’re in my mind again.”
He tilted his head to one side. “You don’t like it?”
She stared into his eyes and thought. “I think I do. I’m just not used to it.”
He stroked her cheek. “Thank you. Maybe one day you’ll trust me more.” Open another layer, he meant. So far he only had access to that part of her mind all Talents and mortals who’d developed their psi gifts shared.
“Maybe.” But not yet. Not after one night. He was powerful and persuasive, but she mustn’t share that part of herself with anyone. Not even her brother, except in special circumstances. Like when he’d gone missing.
“You’re thinking too hard. Get some sleep.”
“I need to get to work. I’m opening the bar today.”
“You don’t have staff?” He frowned at her, concern in his gaze.
“Yes, but I take my shifts.”
Fortunately he didn’t argue. “What time do you have to be there?”
“Around nine so I can open at ten.”
He pulled gently out of her, his ring widening her just before he exited. It felt strange. Good strange. Rolling to one side, he curved an arm around her waist, so she rolled with him, still close. Still sticky. They smelled of each other, and she found that arousing as she never had before. One of the things she did immediately after sex was get clean, so this felt odd. Especially with unprotected sex.
“Then sleep. I’ll make sure you get to your place in time.”
She trusted him that much. In any case, how bad could it be? Few people came around early on Mondays, and her cook had a key. He could open at eleven. Or she could call him. Dreamily considering the alternatives, she drifted, and just before she fell asleep, she recalled how she’d woken up. The best dawn she’d ever had.
WHO KNEW THEY’D fit so well? Men who said women were all the same inside hadn’t had enough experience. Or were willfully stupid. Jay gazed down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. She felt good there, a warm, soft weight.
But he had to move. He had work to do. Maybe he should have told her, but she slept with a completeness it would have been criminal to interrupt. Business didn’t wait, however, especially business like this, and some things niggled at him. He needed to ensure the family last night got away cleanly, for one thing. Then there was the mild irritant of her brother.
While Lucille said she was okay with her brother’s disappearance, he’d picked up a thread of concern. She was worried about Drew, just not enough to go looking. Not yet. Maybe Jay was more wary, lived longer, but he wanted to know.
And Blue. That guy needed to get off his estate. Because he didn’t identify himself, Jay worried he had something to hide. Since he’d forced himself through bad times, seen wars and worse, he never took anything for
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