Page 57 of Preying Game

Chapter 17

They cleaned up the kitchen together, then returned to the bedroom where they made love again. It was better than the first time because now Alice didn’t need to be shy. And instead of waiting until the last second to enter her, Jonah did it much sooner, then tantalized her with long slow strokes until she was frantic to climax.

“Jonah. Please.”

“You need to come?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Is that what it’s called?” she asked. Grasping his butt, she pulled him close and forced the issue.

She was limp with satisfaction, as she lay next to him, but couldn’t help thinking about her idea—of stopping Hayward. Something about it felt dangerous. But she was too tired to figure out why.

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In the morning, she woke with a start, expecting to find herself in her cell. Instead, she was with Jonah, and she breathed out a little sigh of relief as she moved closer to him.

“You okay?” he murmured.

“I guess this isn’t all a dream,” she whispered.

“Not at all.” He reached for her hand and knitted his fingers with hers.

“It’s real,” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah.” He rolled so he could sling a leg over hers and brush her hair back from her face.

She felt herself responding to the sexual invitation and had to say, “We ran out of condoms.”

“There are plenty of other fun ways to come. Like what we did that first time.” To illustrate, he slid his hand up her thigh.

When he had left her relaxed and satisfied, she asked, “And I can do that for you?”

“Uh huh.”

“How?”

“You can wrap your hand around my cock.”

“On the farm, that’s a rooster.”

“Not here.” He folded her fingers around his shaft, showing her how to pump up and down.

“Another new word for my English teacher’s dictionary?” she said as she learned what he liked. It felt intimate to do it, and she loved watching his face as his passion built, and his hips began to thrust.

Afterwards, she cuddled against him for long moments, then said, “Is it going to sound weird if I tell you I want to go for a run?”

He grinned. “Not after the way you’ve been spending your days. And I run almost every morning. How far do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. I used a treadmill, but I couldn’t tell the mileage.”

“I’ll take you on a route I like, and when you think you’ve done about half of your usual, we’ll turn around.”

He let her set the pace, running easily alongside. It turned out that the trip out and back was five miles.

“Wow!” she said. “Five miles. I didn’t know I could go that far.”

“And you’re not even winded. You could have done more. You’ve got stamina.”

They came in and showered together, which delayed their leaving for the office.

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