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“That sounds good, too.”

“I’ll share.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I mean, thank you for Roger. Do you really have evidence against him?”

“We do. He may not have set the fire, Ruby, but he was there.”

“Do you think he’s behind the break-in?”

“Likely. I’m sorry, Ruby.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one that married a criminal.”

“You’re the one divorcing a criminal.”

Chapter 42

Ruby

The food was delicious. The company is even better, but I’m ready to go somewhere more private. It says pregnancy hormones kick in the second trimester. Maybe it has more to do with the man sitting next to me than pregnancy hormones. It’s been a week.

I place my hand on his thigh. “Take me home.”

“Check, please.”

A short time later, we’re sitting in his truck in the parking lot, making out like teenagers. We even fog up the windows of the truck. I’m already on fire when he snakes a hand up my dress and pushes aside my panties.

‘You’re wet for me.”

“Yes,” I pant as he pushes a finger inside me.

A second finger joins the first one.

“Cum for me spitfire.”

He strokes that magic spot inside me and I come unglued, screaming his name.

“That’s my girl.” He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“You taste better than the dessert we just had. I’m taking you home unless you want to go to b and b.”

“Take me home. Your home.”

Effrem starts the truck and heads towards his ranch. We hold hands along the way. The connection keeps my fire burning and my pussy wet. I can’t wait until he’s deep inside me. He parks the truck in the garage and comes around and helps me out. As soonas we enter the house, we strip off our clothes. There’s a trail of clothes leading from the garage to the master bedroom.

When we get inside his room, I pull him to a stop. He turns my direction and I drop to my knees, coming face to face with his beautiful, thick cock.

“Hold that thought," he says, hurrying to the bed.

Effrem grabs a pillow and tosses it on the floor in front of me before helping me on to it.

“Easier on your knees, spitfire.”

I nod my approval and wrap my hand around his thickness now that he’s standing in front of me. My hand doesn’t go all the way around his thickness. I stroke his hardness a few times before I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. It’s dripping with precum. I lick it off with the tip of my tongue. He moans. I take the head of his cock into my mouth while I stroke his shaft with one hand. My other hand plays with his balls.

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