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Not that I was the most experienced girl in the world but this was… Delicious.

The sounds we were making had to be floating to other areas in the house, but no one bothered us and for that I was grateful. I wasn’t an exhibitionist no matter what he might believe.

“So fucking tight,” he whispered in an almost unrecognizable voice.

Still dazed and in wonderment, the one thing I was certain of was that I could easily lose the rest of my mind. He was tensing much like I was, pushing both himself and me even harder. Within seconds, I felt another orgasm coming on and that had never happened to me before. I’d faked almost every orgasm I’d had with a man.

I knew my mouth was opened wide, the strangled moan all I could do at that moment. He gripped my hips, yanking me forward with such ferocity I knew after this I would definitely be exhausted.

As he groaned and panted, my pussy continued to clench, pulling his cock in even deeper. In the next few beautiful seconds, I fell into a sweet moment of rapture, an entirely different plane that was true ecstasy. It was peaceful, allowing me to fully escape into the throes of passion.

There was nothing left to feel or say as he erupted deep inside of me.

I’d allowed a stranger to fuck me inside my place of business. I’d never had a one-night stand before. Now this. It was twisted and surreal and the worst thing of all was that I could see myself doing it again.

CHAPTER 8

Beckham

“Nothing all night,” Jeff reported as I stood by the massive Keurig machine. I was still exhausted but that could be because I’d watched Kenya sleeping for a couple of hours. I’d insisted she sleep with me and while she’d almost shut down completely after I’d taken her like some wild animal, she’d fallen into a deep slumber quickly. “It’s funny how peaceful it is here.”

Peaceful. While New Hampshire certainly wasn’t New York City, it seemed I hadn’t experienced a peaceful day or night in years.

“It’s very peaceful,” I said. “I had no idea how beautiful it was.” It was odd to feel that way about the small locale. I owned a house right on the beach in the Caribbean, for fuck’s sake, but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed the pristine view that others would kill for. Ridiculous.

“More for some than others.” Jeff pulled his cup from the Keurig machine, immediately grabbing sugar from the cabinet. It was as if the man had been here before. He shot me a look and I lifted my middle finger. I shouldn’t feel so damn jovial when we’d yet to return home, which was vital at this point. There was a lot to be said for a home court advantage, including the number of soldiers at my disposal. We were little more than sitting ducks here.

I studied him with amusement, a small part of me wondering how in the hell we’d gotten here. Maybe karma had insisted I take a break to smell the… wet grass. I almost laughed at my own joke, and I sucked at them. Seeing her outside drew my attention. I hadn’t insisted she remain by my side while I’d taken a shower. By all rights, maybe I should have secured her to the bed or required her to shower with me but for some fascinating reason that was beyond me, it had seemed awkward.

It also hadn’t seemed necessary. Not that I hadn’t taken additional precautions and rechecked the house for weapons. There’d been none. There was also very little of her personal effects, which meant she lived in another location. It was something I’d keep in the back of my mind.

At least that had meant she no longer felt I was going to slit her throat in the middle of the night.

“And we have reception. Not sure it’s because of the sun or something I did but we have enough bars at this point.” James was hanging in the doorway, as if we were having a meeting of the minds.

“Excellent work.” I pulled my phone from the sweatpants I’d found in the box she’d mentioned. I hit the start button and eyed Jeff, who was grinning at me. I still had her cell phone and keys, at least a small deterrent. Funny how I didn’t think she was considering running any longer.

“Nice clothes,” he teased.

“A hell of a lot more comfortable than wearing the bloody ones. Let me make some calls. Then we’ll figure out how the get the hell out of here.” I patted one of the deep pockets for the fifth time, ensuring my weapon was still in position. In the explosion, we’d lost a fuck load of weapons and ammunition, which meant if we were attacked by a dozen soldiers, we were fucking toast.

It was the equivalent of being caught with our pants down. Not something I was used to at all.

“How about the use of our hostess’ car?” James asked.

“No. I’m not going to inconvenience her any longer than necessary. She did her part. We just need to get the fuck out of here.”

“There’s always Uber,” Jeff suggested, although I could tell he was jesting more than anything.

“Yeah, there is.” I rubbed my jaw, thinking about what was best to do. “James. Do me a favor and search the county records here in Camden checking the property owned by Kenya Markham.”

“Do not tell me we’re extending our stay,” Jeff chided. “Although I must admit I wouldn’t mind hanging out here for a couple days. I could catch up on my reading.”

“Since when do you read?”

“Hey, you don’t know everything about me. I’m into the latest Clive Cussler book. Such a shame that great novelist died a couple years ago.”

James was laughing so hard I was surprised I’d heard the end of Jeff’s statement. And here I thought I knew everything about the man. “Interesting, but hell no, we’re not staying. The best thing we can do is to get the hell out of here. However, I have a suspicion about our illustrious hostess that I feel necessary to check out.”

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