Page 74 of Sizzling Nights

She grinned. "Sorry. I didn't..." Her brows furrowed. "How did I get under the covers?"

"I did that. You wouldn't wake up."

"You didn't try to wake me up."

"I did too."

"No, you didn't. I would have woken up."

"Babe, you didn't. I picked you up, pulled the covers back, laid you on the bed, and covered you. You didn't wake up."

She took a deep breath. "That's not good."

"What's not good is the hours we've been keeping. What's also not good is that two nights in a row I didn't get to make love to you."

She rolled over to face him. Her arm wrapped around his shoulder, her lips pressed to his. "Yeah, that's not good."

He chuckled. His lips pressed to hers, softly, at first. His tongue slipped between her lips and his cock grew rigid against her.

She wiggled her sweatpants down her legs and pulled her feet free while his fingers teased her clit and slipped into her entrance. Once free from her pants, she opened her legs, and he lay between them. She lifted her legs and locked her feet behind his back. He very easily slid inside of her body with a soft groan.

They moved together, each seeking the release from the other. Her orgasm came first, rushing up on her so quickly she felt cheated. His took a bit more, but every bit of it felt wonderful.

He pushed into her so easily, so perfectly as if they'd always known each other.

She whispered, "You feel so good, Marco."

He huffed out a breath near her ear. "You're like heaven."

He pushed into her a couple more times and froze as his long deep groan tickled her ear. His body shuddered once and he relaxed, careful not to crush her.

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Marco fried crushed garlic on the stove. It was one of his favorite smells while cooking. He watched the white vegetable turn brown from the frying as his mind wandered.

He could hear Theresa typing in the other room, it all felt right here. He'd never felt so content. Sure, each day seemed to bring more questions than answers, but soon enough they'd be able to have a normal life without the burden of the Celtics being their active enemy.

His phone rang and he set down the wooden spoon in his hand and pulled the phone from the counter. "Karason."

"DeMario here. I have the information you need. A lot of it. There's so much incriminating evidence here against not only Shooter Benson but the Vice President and many members of Congress. I mean money laundering. Human trafficking. Drugs. Weapons bought and sold. It just keeps going."

"Perfect. Hang on to it. My contact is setting up an encrypted site to upload the documents."

"You're sure you can trust him?"

Marco nodded as his eyes watched Theresa. "I have two contacts, to be honest, and I have one checking on the other. I do believe I can trust him. He's always been aboveboard and honest to a fault. I know things change, but just in case, I have another friend doing a bit of research for me. I won't hand anything over until I have some assurances."

"I should have known you'd have this covered, but I needed to ask, just in case."

Marco stared at Theresa as she worked. As if she felt him watching her, she looked up at him and smiled. His heart skipped a beat. She did that to him. He hoped he did that to her.

"I'll let you know when I hear from my contact. Hang on tightly to your information."

"Will do."

Marco pulled his phone away, then stopped himself. "Hey, Mitch?"

"Yeah."

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