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“Yes, Sir.” Lying won’t work. He’s going to find out.

“I forgot how much you enjoy being humiliated the morning after. It’s making my cock hard.”

I hope he intends to put that hard shaft to use.

“Should I let you come?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“We don’t have much time, Paige. I’m going to fuck you fast and hard. If you can come before me, you’ll have some relief before our flight. If you can’t, you’ll have to wait until we’re in a hotel room tonight.”

I whimper. Tonight is eons from now. But I’m not worried. My pussy is pulsing from all the dirty talk, the inspection, and the humiliation of being held facedown on the bed.

Dane yanks open the nightstand drawer.

I’m so deeply aroused that I can’t understand why he’s stalling until I hear the rip of the condom wrapper. He’s much better at remembering to suit up than I am. Now that the shitstorm with Damion Tombeck is over, I really need to see a doctor about getting back on birth control. I hate waiting while my man rolls the fucking condom down his dick.

He never lets go of my back, either. Dane manages with one hand, and a moment later, his cock is at my entrance. He says nothing as he thrusts into me.

I scream. It feels so good that my eyes roll back. I love it when he fucks me without touching me first. Not every time, but it’s a delicious treat when he already has me so horny that I can’t think straight.

He thrusts again, this time grinding deeper. The hairs at the base of his cock rub against the lowest welt on my ass. It fucking hurts, which drives my arousal higher.

I lift my head. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna come.”

“What a naughty girl,” he growls as he thrusts again. “So horny that your cunt needs to pulse around my cock almost before I can get it into you. Dirty girl.”

I moan. His words are my undoing. On his next thrust, I come, my pussy gripping him tight. Nothing in the world feels better than a fast fuck the morning after a hard scene.

I’m still milking his dick when he cries out his own release. By the time he eases out of me and gently rolls me over, I’m sated and grinning. “God, I love you, Paige.”

Chapter 23

Dane

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“How are you feeling, baby?” I ask as we get settled in the rental car. We’ll be driving for a while, but we’re back in Georgia. I haven’t been here in two years. Paige hasn’t been here in three.

“My ass hurts, you sadist,” she complains as she squirms in the seat. “I thought I was going to scream during the flight.”

I chuckle. “Kept your mind off what we have to do now, though, didn’t it?”

She sighs. “Yeah. My dad is going to flip. I hope the shock doesn’t kill him. You’re sure he’s in good health?”

“Yes. I speak to him every few months, and he sounded fine when I called him this morning. You heard him.”

We talked about how to approach her dad while we were in the shower. I washed Paige while she fretted about what we need to do. It seemed like it would be best if I called him and told him I was going to be in town and wanted to stop by. At least he’ll be home, and he’s expecting me.

It’s important for us to arrive before Tombeck’s death is all over the news channels. The FBI is still investigating the accident, so they haven’t released the details yet. When they do, the families of all the people that evil man killed or terrorized are going to relive their pain all over again.

We’re going to get to Paige’s dad before that happens. The man has a different set of emotions to process.

I also spoke to Paige’s handler, Andrew, this morning. That conversation was mostly one-sided.

Andrew’s voice had been resigned. “Don’t suppose you know anything about a car going over a cliff in the mountains of Colorado with Tombeck at the wheel yesterday, Dane?”

“Wow. That’s good news,” I said, not lying. Not admitting to anything.

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