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Moving both in rhythm, he started slowly, his dick stretching her as it hit every nerve along the way. In and out, dragging along her inner walls as the friction drove her to distraction. He moved his tongue along her neck, sucking on the tender area at the base where her pulse throbbed.

Her hands wrapped around his back as her legs entwined around his waist, opening herself up more. She felt the power of his muscles underneath her fingertips as they moved over the ridges as they flexed with each stroke.

“More. Harder,” she moaned as the friction built to a crescendo. She squeezed her eyes shut as the world around her fell away, feeling only the rocking of her body as he powered into her. She could tell she was close and suddenly felt his dick swell even larger inside.

Tony watched as her perfect teeth bit into her bottom lip, her head thrown back against the mattress as he felt his balls tighten.

“Open your eyes. I wanna see you when you come,” he ordered. Her eyes popped open in obedience, their blue orbs focusing on his. Her plump lips were smiling as he felt her inner walls began to clench on his dick. Reaching down, he tweaked her clit and watched with satisfaction as she screamed his name again, feeling her milk his cock.

She watched as his normally staid expression changed as his orgasm rocked through him. With his head thrown back, she watched as the veins stood out on his neck as he powered through his orgasm.Love. He loves me.

He dropped his head on the mattress beside hers, as he tried to catch his breath. Rolling to the side, he pulled her along with him to keep from crushing her. Their sweat-slicked bodies cooled slowly as their heartbeats continued to pound.

Pushing her hair from her face, he watched her as her breathing slowed.I never thought I would have this again.After a few seconds her eyes opened and focused lazily back at him, a slow smile crossing her face.

“Hey, you,” she said sleepily.

“Hey back,” he added, tucking her in tightly as he pulled the covers up over them, not wanting her to become chilled.

She drifted off to sleep, sated from sex and safe in the knowledge that he was finally here to stay.He loves me,she thought once again.

Tony watched her smile slowly fade away as the peace of sleep overtook her. He waited to see if the familiar tug of guilt was coming. But it did not. And for the first time in over five years, he fell into a dreamless, peaceful slumber.

14

In the back of an unmarked, panel van, Gabe and Jobe sat watching the exterior of Quentin Salazar’s office. The run-down apartment building attached was a hive of young people coming and going.

“He runs this dive and is able to live in the big ass house he has?” Jobe asked.

“Uh huh,” Gabe grunted. “I can see why the police are looking into him. Gotta be running money through somewhere.”

Jobe’s eyes raised to the building next to the van. “This work for you?”

Gabe’s gaze followed Jobe’s. “Yeah, it’s as good as any.”

They moved out of the van, walking to the old, brick building across from Quentin’s office and quickly made their way to the roof. The building was only three stories tall, making it perfect for the cameras they were installing. Affixing them to the edge of the roof, camouflaged by the slight overhang, they worked efficiently.

“Wish we could get inside his office.” Jobe said.

“We may still be able to do something, but honestly? If we get enough visual intel, Matt may be able to get a search warrant for this guy’s place.”

Finishing, they glanced down as a black BMW pulled up to the front curb andwatched as their suspect stepped out. Barking out warnings to the teens on the sidewalk, he moved into his building.

Noticing the teens did not lurk around, Jobe commented, “He must put the fear of God in them to keep them away from that ride of his.”

Gabe nodded before answering thoughtfully, “Or the fear of something.”

Finished with the installation, they called BJ to make sure the live video feed was working. Getting the all-clear from him, they moved back to the van and headed to the office to report to Tony.

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Several days passed before Sherrie tried to contact Betina again. Her text went unanswered and she finally called, but it went straight to voicemail. Walking out of her office, she went in to see Mr. Marks.

Smiling up at her, the elderly lawyer leaned back in his squeaky desk chair as he nodded for her to have a seat in one of his old, comfortable leather seats. She could not help but smile back as she commented on his furniture.

He patted the arms of his antique, wooden chair and said, “I know you’ve been after me to get new furniture like Simon has in his office, but I just can’t make myself do it. This chair was in this office thirty-seven years ago when I first became a lawyer and old Mr. Owens took me in as a partner. I tried a new padded desk chair once when my wife came in and declared that she couldn’t see how I could take the squeaking. Funny,” he said as his gaze drifted away in memories, “but I never noticed the squeak. And I just couldn’t get used to the new-fangled thing. It had more gears on the side than my first car. Went up, down, back, tilted. Damn near threw myself out of it one day, so I gave it to our receptionist.”

Sherrie laughed at his reminiscing, then sobered as she realized he had been doing that a lot lately. Pulling her lips in, she wanted to ask him if everything was all right but hesitated, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

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