Page 67 of A Silent Reckoning

He began thrusting, slow at first, then building to a furious crescendo. She flung her arms wide across the table, arched her back and took everything he was giving her. The slap of flesh, the grunts and moans, they were a symphony to his ears. He gripped her hips so tight he was sure he would leave bruises. He didn’t care. He loved seeing his mark on her, loved knowing that she begged for it.

He pulled out, which made her cry out in protest. He lifted her off the table and pushed her against the window, pressing her hands against the glass. He lined himself up behind her and slammed himself home. His thrusts were shallower, but the tight squeeze of her pussy gripped him so hard it didn’t matter.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against him, while he twined the fingers of his other hand with hers. She was trapped between him and the window, but she didn’t notice or care. She was so lost in sensation, the moans spilling from her exquisite lips as she begged him to keep going.

He moved his hand from her waist down to her pussy, and strummed her clit, which was slippery and engorged. She keened wildly, throwing her head back into his shoulder.

“I’m coming, Jozef!” she yelled.

He bit her ear, thrusting his tongue into the delicate shell and forcing her over the edge of her orgasm.

She screamed with the force of it, bucking in his arms and smashing their entwined hands into the glass.

He marveled at her strength when she was in the grip of her orgasm. She nearly threw him off, but he was determined to follow her over the edge of bliss. He needed the release, had dreamed of it whenever he fell asleep with her image plastered across his mind.

When they fucked, it was more than fucking. So much more. It was the meeting of their souls. No matter how hot, how dirty, or how frantic, they were in unison during these few moments. They didn’t need language because they were so connected that words were unnecessary.

Shaun collapsed, but Jozef held her tight, thrusting, driving toward his own orgasm. Using her constricting muscles to milk himself inside her.

Pleasure shot down his spine, settling in his tight balls and then releasing. He grunted, filling her with his seed and continuing to pump until he was empty. He pulled out of her and bent to lift her into his arms.

“I can walk,” she protested with a laugh, gripping his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall.

He strode with her into the bedroom, then into the ensuite. Setting Shaun on the edge of the vanity, he rifled through a basket beside the sink, coming up with a clean facecloth. He wanted nothing more than to lay down in his own bed, resting his head on his own pillow and falling asleep with his woman at his side, but he had to take care of her first. He didn’t want her to wake up uncomfortable and sticky.

Jozef ran the sink until the water was warm enough, wet the facecloth and pressed it between Shaun’s thighs. She moaned and tilted her hips. Despite his exhaustion, lust shot through him as she involuntarily fucked the facecloth.

He pressed harder, pushing the rough fabric against her sensitive clit.

She gripped the counter tight and tilted back until her torso was resting against the mirror.

Jozef continued to stroke, cleaning her and driving her toward another orgasm. This one hit her within seconds, coming fast and hard. A gush of liquid soaked the already wet facecloth as she came, her face strained, and her mouth opened in an ‘O’.

Jozef’s cock was ready for another round, but he ignored it. He was pleased to give all the orgasms to Shaun. She deserved them and he loved watching the concentration on her face as she fought her way toward the shining peak.

As she collapsed back against the mirror, Jozef tossed the washcloth in the sink and picked her up. She didn’t complain this time as he carried her to the bed. He set her down and sprawled out next to her. She rolled to face the city lights, her favourite position.

Jozef wrapped an arm around her, their hands twined over her beating heart. They fell asleep together, the city below casting a warm glow over their naked bodies.

Chapter Thirty-Three

“I’ve seen that man before…” Shaun trailed off as she stared after the man who’d abruptly turned away and left the bustling Christmas market.

Karl glared after the man. “When?”

Shaun racked her brain until she came up with the answer. “Here, in Prague, a year ago. I saw him watching me when Havel came to my hotel to talk to me, right before I left for Canada. I pegged him for law enforcement.”

“Good eye,” Karl grunted. “He’s Interpol.”

Shaun gaped at the place where the man had been standing. “How do you know?”

Karl looked at her. “We have eyes on everyone who thinks they have eyes on our boy.”

“Jozef?”

Karl nodded. “Interpol is interested because Jozef often crosses international lines when on the job. While our officials are corrupt as hell and unwilling to pin anything on Jozef, especially after the chaos he caused in prison, Interpol would love to get their hands on him. Charge him for some of the shit he’s done while out of country.”

“Why don’t they, if they know he’s committing crimes?” she asked, idly picking up a beautiful tree ornament from one of the craft tables and turning it over in her mittened hands.

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