Page 63 of Evidence of Deceit

He was a simple man. Ate when he was hungry. Slept when he was tired. Had sex when the need arose, but Claire brought out other emotions in him he didn’t know he had.

She stared into his eyes, a question in hers.

“No sweetheart. I’m envious that he’s with you all day. However, if I thought he was serious with the flirting, I would have to take him outside and explain to him nicely but in no uncertain terms that it was unacceptable.” Oh, it wouldn’t be nice, but he didn’t need to tell Claire that.

She gave a little smile.

“Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours,” he said.

“Well, something is going on with you, and I’m not sure what it is. Is it because you killed that man last night?” It was, but how could he explain that while the beautiful woman wasmaking his cock stand up and want to play just by sitting on his lap?

He took his time answering. His heart racing. His mouth dry. He swallowed hard. “I’m upset that you had to see that. But Claire…” He moved his hands to her waist. “This is who I am. I protect. It isn’t pretty. It’s dangerous, and I hate myself sometimes.”

She placed her hands on his face, gently kissed him and leaned back.

“If that’s the reason, then you’re too hard on yourself. He was trying to hurt you.” She shook her head. “No, trying to kill you. Then he would have hurt me. So, I’m not sorry he’s dead, and I’m glad you were there to protect me.”

Joe gave her a shaky laugh and uttered a soft curse. “God, you are going to be the death of me yet. Killing was a part of me for a long time. It’s one of the reasons I left. I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Oh, Joe, I’m so sorry you were put in that position last night.”

He felt lightheaded. How Claire could penetrate his defenses and make him feel ten feet tall, he didn’t know. But he liked it. No, he loved it. The fact was, he loved her.

“I am too, but I would do it again and again if it kept you safe.”

Claire’s brown eyes darkened. She leaned closer to him, her breath quickening. One hand moved slowly down his neck and ever so gradually unbuttoned his shirt. His heart beat quicker with each breath she took. She licked her lips.

He pushed her hand away and pulled her closer. The heat emanating from her body ignited a fire in him. God, she was beautiful. He needed her. He needed to feel her soft body next to his. He slipped his hand under her blouse and caressed her nipples through her bra. She moaned.

He leaned in to gently kiss her. When she opened hermouth, he swept his tongue over her lower lip. She pressed closer to him. He slipped his tongue farther into her mouth, and their tongues did the tango of sex.

Their kissing intensified. Claire was giving as good as she got, and he loved it. He felt her hand roaming down his shirt to his pants. Not happening.

“Enough.” He got up, still holding her. He stood her up, pushed her hands to her side. “Don’t move.”

She stood there while he unbuttoned her top, threw it on the floor. Pulled her close and unsnapped her bra, adding it to the top. He stared at her breasts. “Beautiful. Rub them.”

Claire caressed her breasts, pinched her nibbles and moaned. Pressure was building in his cock. Her nipples were hard. He pulled her hands away and sucked each hard peak.

Then he slipped his hand into her leggings and bent down. He pulled down her pants and added them to the pile. That left her in pink panties. He leaned forward, inhaled her sex. Then he pulled the panties off and tossed them into the pile. “Turn around.”

She turned around, and he gently bent her over the sofa, admiring her very fine ass.

She looked over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m going to. But for now, don’t say a word,” he whispered.

He inserted a finger into her pussy. Sopping wet. She jiggled her ass around, almost causing him to come in his pants. He lightly slapped her ass with his other hand. “Stop that.”

He pulled his finger out and fumbled for his wallet. Took out his last condom. Dropped his pants and boxers and sheathed himself.

“Spread your legs wider.”

She complied. He pushed his cock in. Claire moaned. He clasped her hips, holding her in place.

This was not going to be gentle sex. He needed this. Needed to feel her sweet pussy clamp around his cock as she came. Needed to feel safe and home again. He started off fast. He plunged harder and faster. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock as she came.

“Harder,” she screamed as she came.

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