Page 43 of Sizzling Nights

She nodded. "Me too."

"What about..."

"Birth control? I'm on it."

He nodded.

She rose up on her knees and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slightly dropped down enough to keep his cock in place, but not enough that he slid inside. He stared at her stunning face as she grinned.

"Tease."

She chuckled. "Maybe."

He placed his hands on her hips and slowly lowered her down. Incredible. Watching her face as his cock slid inside her warmth was now imprinted on his brain. The soft moan as she slid onto him added to the experience. His heart, something happened to his heart. It beat faster, but it also felt like it opened inside of him. It was reaching for her. That had never happened before. Ever.

His mind raced as he tried to figure it all out. Thoughts were flying at him faster than an asteroid shower. Then she lifted herself up and the cool air hit his shaft until she slid down once more.

He groaned as the feelings and thoughts assaulted him. Her breasts bounced in front of her as she moved. He couldn't stop watching the erotic dance they performed for him.

She rose and slid down again and again. His hands moved between her hips and her breasts, molding them in his hands, feeling their heaviness as they moved. It made him harder.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as she rode him. Her fingers dug into his skin slightly. Her lips turned up into a soft smile, her eyes became heavy as her climax came closer. Her skin was beautiful with its fine sheen. It glistened in the light of the moon that now shone into the cabin.

He didn't know where to look as she moved on him. Everything about her called to him.

"Marco," she whispered.

"Theresa," he replied.

She moaned, her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly and her body stiffened as he watched the mesmerizing display before him. His breathing came in short bursts as the excitement nearly overwhelmed him. His hands gripped her hips as his hips pushed up into her as tightly as he could. The tightness in his balls made him lose his breath for a moment, then the warm spurts flowed from his body into hers and his vision grayed as his body relaxed.

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Theresa stepped from the shower and toweled herself off. She dressed in jeans and a yellow t-shirt, eager to start her morning. Sleeping next to Marco last night felt wonderful. She'd slept fantastically too.

She dried her hair with a blow dryer, then pulled it up onto her head and secured it in a high ponytail. She planned on tackling the codes today, finishing her reports, and starting the new story that had been brewing in her brain this past week. She'd tell her story. Of how she had to go on the run. Throwing rocks, blowing up cars, killing people. The hate and vitriol with which the Celtics operated needed to be fully disclosed and she now knew how she'd do it.

Moving from the bathroom through the bedroom, quietly, she stopped for a moment to stare at Marco sleeping. He was beautiful. He'd likely hate hearing that. But he was. All the times she'd thought about him as they worked together, she'd never imagined this. She'd always held herself back. Watching him at work, she thought he was a heartthrob. The old-fashioned term made her grin, but he was. His strong build, broad shoulders, and rippling muscles were captivating. But, watching him relaxed and sleeping peacefully now...this was incredible.

She grinned and went out to the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee. She quietly pulled two coffee cups from the cupboard and poured them each a cup. At least she'd set the coffee up last night and used the timer. She hated waiting for coffee in the morning.

She'd unpacked some macarons yesterday. She remembered thinking Margo had fabulous taste in food. Placing two of those on a plate, she carried the coffee and sweets into the bedroom and set them on the nightstand for Marco. Taking one last look at his peaceful slumber, she tiptoed from the room and setup her laptop on the dining room table. She pulled her notes from her laptop case and began to work.

After logging into her encrypted account, she started organizing the codes by what she now believed to be zip codes. She'd group the numbers into areas and take an area at a time to fully determine how many states were involved in this corruption. Then she'd break the states down into counties, then cities and municipalities. Perhaps one day, she'd be able to dig into each municipality and find the culprits.

She froze as she thought about that for a moment. She could have people do it for her. She could place a call to action in her exposés where citizens could report corruption. Those citizens would do the work for her. She shook her head as thought after thought bombarded her brain with the way to set this up. It would have to be private. She could set up a website. And specific information would be required for anyone to submit any tips about what was happening. She could then work on the investigation of that.

Her heart raced as she thought of all the possibilities of having boots on the ground, so to speak, helping her ferret out information.

Her fingers flew across her keyboard as the thoughts presented themselves. She'd organize them later, but for now, she didn't want to lose them.

The more she typed the more energized she felt. Excitement pumped through her veins, and she couldn't wait to begin working on this.

Marco placed a warm cup of coffee near her right hand. She looked up at him puzzled and he grinned. Ahh, that grin! She could look at that all day.

"You started working again and let your coffee get cold. I thought you may want to take a break and eat something."

She smiled and he bent down and kissed her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

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