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Her nipples were peaked and ready.

“Beautiful.” He sucked and licked each one in turn until she screamed with pleasure. Then he worked his way down her stomach, kissing every inch of skin. He changed position, got below her, and stared into the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. It was glistening with juices, and she was quietly moaning.

He proceeded to lick and suck her clit until she screamedagain. Not done yet, he inserted a long finger into her pussy, then another, rubbing her G-spot and scissoring his fingers. Then back to sucking her clit. He felt Claire tightening around his fingers. Her body tensed. He sucked her clit harder, and she spasmed, clenching his hair. And screamed the sweetest sound he ever heard—his name as she orgasmed.

It was a few minutes before she came down from the orgasm.

“Oh my God, Joe, that was fantastic. Come here and let me…”

“Not yet. I told you not until I was satisfied that you were satisfied.” He nuzzled her neck. “You only came once. I don’t call that satisfied. Let me hold you for a few minutes; then we’ll start again.”

She grinned into his shoulder. “You’re going to kill me. But what a way to go.”

He snuggled her head into his chest. If he had known it would feel this fantastic to be in her bed, her arms, he would have moved heaven and earth to get here sooner.

She snuffled into his chest, and by God, his cock stood at attention. Would he ever get enough of her?

His cock was hard. It hurt, but he had a job to complete. He started with her breasts again and worked his way down, fingering her pussy. Her orgasm was just as intense as the first time.

When she finally caught her breath, she whispered, “I think I’m satisfied, don’t you?”

Oh, yes. He did. He found the condom he had placed on the nightstand, rolled it on and lay on top of her, spreading her legs even farther apart.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you. I’ll try to go slow, but it’s been a while. I’ll probably come as soon as I get inside you.”

He entered her wet, pulsating pussy. She moaned. Heslowly thrust in and out, prolonging the pleasure, although his balls ached and he wanted to pound into her.

“Joe, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to do it myself.”

Okay, then. Permission granted. He pulled back and started slow, building up to a tempo that Claire followed. He was in heaven with an angel. He thrust and thrust until Claire screamed again and he yelled her name.

He flipped her to her side with him still in her pussy. He was home; he didn’t want to leave. They stayed like that for a few minutes. When he was soft, he pulled out and pulled her close.

“That was fantastic,” she whispered.

“It was. Thank you,” he said. She snuggled into his chest, and he lay awake listening to her breathe. Making love to Claire had been everything he had ever dreamed of and more. She gave as much as she took, and when she orgasmed, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He felt her body soften and relax when she fell asleep. Then and only then did he allow himself to succumb to sweet dreams of Claire.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Hillary, have you sent a commission check to Allison Grant yet?”

“On it. I sent it the minute you asked me to.” Hillary clenched her teeth. How dumb did this bitch think she was? It was a goddamn check; an idiot could have sent it out. Claire gave her a big ol’ smile and thanked her.

It was still early, and the gallery hadn’t opened yet. Hillary looked around at the various pieces of art in the gallery. Most of it she wouldn’t give a plug nickel for. Too modern, too cutesy—just not her taste. Sure, there were some pieces of art she wouldn’t mind having in her apartment. Well, right now, it was just a studio apartment. Didn’t matter. She didn’t have space to put a calendar on the wall, let alone a piece of art she couldn’t afford or even like.

Soon, though, she would have a big house on the ocean. It would be just like Claire’s. Oh, wait, it would be Claire’s. She smiled.

Her desk was at the front of the gallery so she could greet customers as they came in. Her responsibilities also included billing and helping Claire set up exhibits.

It had been a smart move, giving up her New York apartment and job to come down here. She hated everything about her job up there, especially being in the secretarial pool dealing with catty women and the condescending attitude of the partners. Her apartment would have eaten up all her savings and being in New York wouldn’t have solved the Claire problem. It was all Claire’s fault that Keith wouldn’t marry her. Now she would pay.

The man she hired to send emails and gifts to Claire, as well as give her a boost off the sidewalk, had found a better-paying job and dumped her. Her. If Keith were still alive, he would have taken care of the dirtbag. She’d paid the man good money to help her. Some people you just couldn’t depend upon. Well, it was up to her now, and she would finish the job. If she couldn’t, she would get in touch again with that lawyer Keith had mentioned. She shook her head—whatever his nameis—and that private investigator, Troy Romano.

“Hillary?”

She startled. Was Claire still talking to her? She glanced at Claire, who appeared to be waiting on an answer.

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