Page 27 of Blazing Hearts

Mallory moaned loudly as she felt Kara’s fingers pushing deep inside of her, opening her wide.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Well next time, I’ll just have to carry you back to mine. You can be as loud as you like there. In fact, I’ll make you scream so loudly you’ll be hoarse for days.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll hold you to it. Fuck, don’t stop. Fuck me, please,” Mallory desperately needed to feel Kara’s fingers fucking her.

“But, of course, doctor.”

Kara looked up at her meeting her gaze and grinned and Mallory felt the fingers inside her beginning to thrust, firmly, deeply, deliciously.

She felt the beautiful pressure each time as the pads of Kara’s fingers hit her G spot.

She felt her legs beginning to shake as Kara’s fingers fucked her harder and faster.

“Oh, my god..”

Se felt Kara’s hot mouth envelope her clitoris and begin to suck.

Mallory could feel the tightness building deep inside her. God, she was so close.

With a muffled moan her climax blew through her, and she felt herself gush hot liquid.

As she opened her eyes she saw Kara grinning up at her.

“You are so fucking sexy when you come, Dr. Storm.”

Mallory watched as Kara slowly and carefully withdrew her fingers, cupping her palm carefully.

“Look at the juice from your beautiful orgasm in my hand.” Kara showed her the small pool of liquid in the palm of her hand.

Mallory felt herself blushing at the sight of it.

“It would be a shame to waste something so beautiful,” Kara said, her voice sexy and husky as hell.

Mallory couldn’t take her eyes off Kara as she put her hand to her mouth and reached her tongue out licking every last drop of Mallory’s orgasm from her hand. Her brown eyes were fixed on Mallory as she did it.

It was the most erotic thing Mallory had ever seen.

12

KARA

She had just finished her shift, and after a long day of firefighting another small wildfire that had broken out, all she wanted was to unwind and let the weight of the fire, the smoke, and the adrenaline fade from her shoulders. The familiar neon sign of The Ridge flickered against the evening sky, and Kara pushed the door open with a sigh of relief.

The low murmur of conversation and the faint clink of glasses filled the air as she stepped inside. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, and she scanned the room. She spotted Scotti and Ember sitting at their usual booth in the back corner, each with a drink in hand.

Kara walked over, her footsteps slower than usual, worn down from the day’s work. She was grateful for the company, but something lingered in her chest, a weight that hadn’t quite lifted. As she reached the booth, Scotti grinned up at her, eyes sparkling with mischief, while Ember gave her a more reserved nod.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Scotti teased, shifting over to make room. “How’s the hero feeling today?”

Kara slid into the booth, tossing her jacket over the backrest. “Tired. Exhausted, actually,” she said, taking the offered drink from Scotti. It was a gin and tonic, sharp and crisp, and she took a long sip, letting the cold liquid slide down her throat.

“Another one of those near-death rescues, huh?” Scotti prodded, her grin never wavering. She was always the first to ask about the details, and Kara had grown accustomed to her pushy, playful questions.

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