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She lifted her uninjured arm, placing her hand on his chest…right over his heart. “Tony,” she whispered. “I need you.”

That was all she had to say to break his control into a thousand pieces. Sweeping her into his strong arms once again, he stalked into the bedroom laying her gently on the comforter. Her naked body, still glistening with a few water droplets, captured his gaze.

Bending quickly, he pulled one nipple deeply into his mouth, teasing the rosy bud until it was tight with need. His fingers found the other one, tugging until it stood taut as the first. His lips found it as well, and he spent several minutes feasting on her breasts.

Her fingers moved through his hair, pulling him closer. When her shoulder gave a twinge of pain she tried to hide it, but was unsuccessful. He moved off of her but she quickly objected.

“I’ll lay here keeping my left arm still, I promise. Just please, don’t stop Tony. I couldn’t bear it if you did.”

“Woman, you make me go against everything I should be doing right now.”

“Don’t think. Just do,” she cried, her need pulsing through her core.

Rising from the bed, he gently lifted her, placing her feet on the floor. She looked at him, but he silenced her unspoken question with a kiss.

Turning her so that she was facing the bed, he gently placed his hand on the middle of her back, saying, “Bend over baby. Put your good hand on the bed and I’ll do the rest of the supporting.”

Holding her carefully by the hips he entered her from behind, careful to move slowly. His erection pushed against every inner muscle feeling them grab and clutch.Shit, I gotta keep this slow and controlled.Years in the Special Forces had taught him control and he reached down deep inside to maintain that control as his body fought to pound into her tight sex.

Slowly, torturously, he moved in and out, both feeling every inch of their body’s connection. Looking down to make sure her injured arm was protected, he kept his strong arms around her to keep her from bearing too much weight on her good arm.

In just a few moments, he felt her inner muscles begin to clamp down on his aching dick as she panted, “Tony, I…need…”

Still holding her with one hand, he moved his other hand to her clit, swollen with need. Fingering it slightly, teasing it before giving it a pinch, she threw her head back, screaming his name.

That was all it took to throw him over the edge as well, his orgasm ripping from his body as he felt the tingles all the way down to his toes. Pumping until every last drop was gone, he continued to hold her sated, limp body as he pulled out reluctantly.

Carrying her to the bathroom, he cleaned between her legs with a warm washcloth. Fitting her sling over her arm again, he helped her dress before they moved downstairs. The tantalizing smell of Chinese food greeted her as she rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“Hmm, what did you bring?” she asked excitedly.

“Didn’t figure either of us felt like cooking so I brought sesame chicken and fried rice.”

Looking into the bag, she exclaimed, “Crab rangoons and spring rolls too. I love you!”

Laughing, he kissed her forehead before reaching for the plates. “Hell, if I’d known that was all it took to get you to love me, I’d have brought you Chinese a long time ago.”

Stopping him with a hand on his arm, she looked into his eyes, a soft smile on her face and said, “All I need is you.”

Dropping the food back to the counter, he took her face in his large hands kissing her once more. “Same here, babe. All I need is you.”

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Hernando Valesquez sat in his small grocery office, listening to the man babble on the other end of the phone. He could not believe the fucking moron had threatened Ms. Mullins. The last thing he needed was for the police to start poking around his businesses. He had worked hard to make sure they were legitimate. Rubbing his hand over his face, he knew what he had to do. Get rid of the mistake and report to his superiors. Getting rid of the mistake would be easy. Telling his superiors? That would take some finesse, but if the man was taken out first…then it would make the news easier to explain.

Cutting off the babbling, he kept his voice steady and even. Setting up a meeting behind a local bar, giving the excuse of needing to talk where no one was around, was the bait. Hanging up his cell, he headed out into the night to catch the rat.

Slipping into the alley early, he waited behind the dumpsters. He did not have to wait long. The punk who had taken it upon himself to go after Ms. Mullins after seeing her outside the laundry was walking down the alley. Why she was there was something that he intended to get Betina to find out tomorrow. But for now?

With a quick movement, the man’s neck was slit. Fast, without a squeak from the victim. Tossing the body forward so that none of the blood touched him. Eyeing the security cameras, he smiled. He was outside their viewing perimeters.

Slipping back through the night, he grinned to himself. He had not worked his way up to be a successful businessman to allow anyone to threaten that.

Now, to keep Ms. Mullins from suspecting him. The smile left his face. That may take more thought.

The next morning, he walked into Quentin’s office, glancing around nervously. Quentin looked up, coal-black eyes boring into him. Hernando licked his lips nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

“You seen coming here?”

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