Page 37 of Lone Star Witness

Slade didn’t stop her. He just continued his journey by ridding her of her top and bra so he had full access to the top part of her body. He’d soon get to the rest of…

“Hell,” he ground out when she got her hand in his jeans and boxers.

She wrapped her hand around his hard-on and gave him a squeeze that had him rethinking that slowing down part. That’s why he didn’t object when she led him by his dick to his bed.

Marise turned him, easing him onto the foot of his bed. She didn’t waste a second getting on his lap and kissing the living daylights out of him. The woman clearly had a plan and that was to have sex happen in record time.

“You’d better have a condom in here,” she said, standing for a moment and shimmying off her jeans. Off her panties, too.

It took him a moment to remember how to speak, and Slade thought he might have stopped breathing.

The woman had an amazing body.

“Condom,” she repeated, and now butt naked, she went after his zipper.

“Nightstand drawer,” he managed.

She hurried there, locating one and bringing it back to him, and Slade just let her take over since it was obvious she wanted to get things moving right along. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her body wedged between his knees, and she got off his belt.

Slade helped her with the jeans and boxers. And again, there was no pain. Only that humming throb of anticipation.

“I’m ready to come,” she let him know. “So, I won’t last. Sorry about that.”

He stopped any further apology with a kiss. A long, hard, deep one. It gave him another jolt of that fire. Another slam of need, laced with the urgency of wanting to take her now.

Marise worked just fine with that now.

She got the condom on him with her clever nurse’s hands, and she straddled him. No nurse image now. This was more of a warrior on a mission. And she got that mission started by lowering her body and taking him inside her.

The pleasure nearly took off his head.

In fact, it perhaps did. It was hard for Slade to tell because she started moving, creating the thrusts inside her that pinpointed his focus just to her. Just to this moment. Just to what she was doing to him.

And what she was doing was taking him on a wild, hot ride.

She’d been wrong about being so close to a climax. Marise managed to hold on, burying him deeper and deeper with each thrust. She locked gazes with him, grimacing and smiling at the same time.

Then, she said his name.

Just his name.

That sped them both toward the finish line. Slade managed to hold off, ladies’ first for this. And when he felt her center contract, when he felt the pleasure of the climax ripple through her, Slade gave up the fight, and he joined her.

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Chapter Twelve

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As Slade drove toward San Antonio, Marise tried to focus. Well, she tried to focus on something other than Slade and the amazing sex they’d had hours earlier.

She was failing big time.

Hard to get her mind off that since the amazing part had been all the things she’d always thought great sex should be.

Memorable. Earth moving.

Amazing.

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