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safety latch undone. When he shoved gently, the door eased open. She’d also left a light on in the sitting area, a lamp beside the sofa. Max grinned. Had she hoped he would come by tonight? The bedroom door stood wide open. Max’s sex swelled and throbbed. He entered the room quietly. In the semidarkness he saw only the outline of her body beneath the sheet. Her left arm draped one pillow, her long red hair spread out over the second, and a third teetered on the edge of the bed. Lifting first one leg and then the other, he removed his shoes and socks, then sat down on the bed and pulled the sheet away from Eartha’s body. Whimpering, she curled into a fetal position. Max eased down alongside her, then took her into his arms. She came awake with a jerk, her eyelids snapping open and her mouth poised to scream. Max slapped his hand gently over her mouth. She struggled momentarily. He nuzzled her neck, then whispered into her ear.
    “It’s me,” he said and the moment he felt her relax against him, he slid his hand down her neck and over her chest to cup one large round breast.
    “Max,” she sighed against his mouth.
    He kissed her, parting her lips and sliding his tongue inside. She rubbed rhythmically against him, then hurriedly ripped at his shirt until she pulled it from his slacks and undid all the buttons. He slipped his hand up inside her skimpy mint green teddy and cupped her slender hip.
    “I’d thought you weren’t going to make it,” she told him, then ran a series of hot wet kisses over his chest and down his lean belly. While he continued caressing her hip and fondling her breast, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. With heated passion they rushed to remove the remaining barriers of clothing; then Eartha slithered down Max’s body, her mouth and hands wild. She circled his erection and pumped him gently. He groaned deep in his throat. Positioning herself so that he could continue his attentions to her breasts, she began licking him like a lollipop. And when he thought he couldn’t stand anymore, she took him into her mouth and closed her lips around him.
    God, she was good at this! And unlike some women, she didn’t seem to have a problem going down on a man; indeed she seemed to enjoy it.
    He ached, needing release badly. Seeming to know exactly what he wanted, she continued, bringing him closer and closer to the brink. As the blood rushed through his body and echoed a deafening roar inside his head, he climaxed in her mouth. She swallowed and licked him clean, like a purring kitten washing herself.
    Groaning, Max closed his eyes as his orgasm exploded through his nerve endings, tightening and then relaxing his muscles. When Eartha straddled him and laid her slender form on top of him, he took several deep breaths.
    She kissed him tenderly. “Sleep for a while. I’ll wake you in a few hours and you can fuck me real good before you go home.”
    The corners of his mouth lifted in a weak smile as he patted her naked butt before she slid to his side and lifted the sheet to cover them.

    Jolie drove through Sumarville. Little had changed in twenty years. Most of the old buildings had been restored and a few had been torn down and replaced by ones she was sure met with the approval of the historical society. Strange how tiny the town looked to her now, after having lived abroad, in New York, and in Atlanta. Sumarville somehow had maintained that lazy, leisurely small town feel. At one-fifteen in the morning, there wasn’t a sign of life anywhere in the downtown area.
    She parked her Escalade in front of the Sumarville Inn. She could have flown and arrived sooner, but she had preferred to drive. She had needed those long hours on the road to build up her courage and to gird her loins for battle. Aunt Clarice and Yvonne would be the only two people happy to see her. They would welcome her with open arms. The Devereaux clan would no doubt prefer to shoot her on sight. Their animosity suited her