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I hissed, reaching down to squeeze the base of my cock. “Damn it, woman, get up here.”
Leah licked me from top to bottom, then up again. “Did you need something?”
I needed to pound us both into oblivion was what I needed. Except I couldn’t catch my breath enough to say it. Instead I growled my displeasure while arching to get my cock closer to her mouth.
She opened over me and sucked me to the back of her throat—and I lost it. Every filthy curse I’d ever known left me along with my come and my self-control. Never had I climaxed before I was ready to. Never had I given a woman my sperm until I decided it was time. But this wasn’t any woman—it was Leah, and she wrung every drop from me without my permission or my regret. I gave her every last drop I had.
And then dragged her onto my lap and impaled her on my still-hard, aching cock.
“Fuck!” Lifting her body, I forced the condom over my skin, then pushed back inside her. Only then could I hold myself still, come to some semblance of control, with her body gripping mine like a steel vise.
“We’ve got to stop doing that,” Leah said softly, breathlessly in my ear. Opening her legs a fraction more allowed me in deeper, and we both groaned as my cock head pushed as far as it could go and her body gripped me all the way to the root.
“Maybe we should consider the pill,” I whispered.
Yeah, right. Why would this woman, the one my family had kidnapped, the one I’d stalked, who’d had her daughter taken and her brother murdered, ever consider fucking someone like me skin to skin on purpose? But God, I wanted it. I wanted her body gripping me with no barrier between us. I wanted to take her without a condom or even the pill. I wanted my come inside her, taking root, giving me something I’d never thought I’d have—acceptance. A permanent place in this world, the only place I’d ever wanted: by her side.
I buried my face in her neck and waited for her to reject me.
Leah circled her hips, the pleasure so great my fingers dug into her hips in response.
“Maybe we should,” she whispered.
“Leah.” I lifted her up, dropped her down on my cock. She let gravity do its work, slamming her onto me, smashing her clit against my pubic bone. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked as I did it again. “Don’t what, Remi?”
I worked her over me, desperate to bring us both to another peak. “Don’t give me hope when you don’t mean it.”
She laughed, the sound rough, raspy, as she labored along with me. “I don’t know what I have to give anymore,” she told me, “except this.” She squeezed down hard on the ride up, forcing my breath out of my body. “Me.” Flooding my cock on the ride down. “Now.” Circling her hips when I hilted.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curse became a chant as I let go of logic and thought and chased the pleasure drowning my every cell. I opened my eyes to see Leah’s breasts right there, waiting for me, the tight strawberry-red tips begging me for attention. And I gave it. Catching her nipple between my teeth, I closed my lips and sucked hard—once, twice. Ground her body down on my cock.
And felt her climax rock through her pelvis. Seconds later, the spasms took me with her.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
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We drove to Atlanta Regional after dark. Turned out Hacr Technology had their own private jet, which the owners—the Agozis—had access to. Remi parked the Expedition next to a large hangar, the bright lights lining the outside illuminating a plane on the tarmac. The steps were already down, and five people stood at the base, waiting.
“Mommy?”
Brooke’s voice had that strained tone I knew all too well, the one that said she’d moved fromI’m accepting all of this okay no matter how many new things come at metoone more thing and I’m going to lose it big-time, Mommy. Every mother knew that tone. Honestly I was surprised she’d made it this far. We’d lain down for a nap after lunch, trying to get a little bit of a break, but Brooke hadn’t slept for more than a few minutes at a time before waking from bad dreams.
I reached for her hand. “Yeah, baby?”
Her gaze was on the jet a hundred yards away. “Are we going on that?”
We’d never flown before. I was a little nervous myself. What was it everyone said when you were flying, that it was safer than driving? My mind understood the statistics, but my emotions screamed that at least when I was driving, I had control of the wheel. Still, wasting hours driving to DC was a ludicrous idea.
I knew that. Didn’t stop me from feeling a bit queasy at the thought of walking up those steps and strapping myself into a metal tube.
Remi opened my door. “We are, little one,” he said, answering for me.
I cleared my throat. “We haven’t gotten to ride in an airplane before.”
