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Dillyn felt the beginning tremors of what she knew would be an explosive release. The first of what she suspected would be many on this night. Being close to death made her feel and want more of everything, and the way Ben was greedily devouring her, she assumed it was the same for him.

He was working his magic.

Dillyn started shaking as the tempo increased. She pulled her knees up, sandwiching his head between her thighs while rocking her hips into him. Her release was building. Ben knew her body well at this point. He was focused on loving her until she couldn’t breathe.

Dillyn was so close.

One more stroke. One last lick, and she exploded. Her body splintering into a million pieces.

It was Ben’s turn. He was needy and wasted no time climbing up her body and positioning himself at her entrance. He guided his cock into her opening and surged inside.

Damn, he was home.Her body welcomed him. She coated him with heat and moisture. Dillyn’s vaginal walls contracted around and gripped him so tight Ben’s eyes rolled back into his head.

Dillyn moaned, “Yes! God, yes!” as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

Ben drove into her over and over again, completely losing control, and Dillyn matched him stroke for every powerful stroke.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips so that he could get a deeper penetration, and deeper he went.

Ben captured Dillyn’s mouth in a searing, hot kiss. Their tongues moved in almost perfect rhythm as he pummeled into her, giving Dillyn everything he had to give and more.

It wasn’t long before he felt his own releasing building.

Ben buried his head into the side of Dillyn’s neck, willing himself not to cum before she did. His baby didn’t disappoint. She exploded all over him, and moments later, so did he.

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The house was dark and quiet when Wyatt finally descended the stairs to his bedroom. He was still buzzing with energy. Just as he was about to open the door and go inside, he could hear the whine of another door opening.

Wyatt turned.

Cat leaned against her doorframe wearing a sheer, barely there teddy, “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to come upstairs, cowboy.”

Her sexy little smile was everything. Wyatt wasn’t sure if he hadn’t actually fallen asleep and was dreaming. If so, he did not want to wake up. Wyatt returned Cat’s smile with one of his own. “Why? Was there something you wanted to say to me?”

Coyly, Cat lifted a shoulder. “Depends.”

Wyatt moved a little closer. “On what?”

She reached a handout and placed the tip of her long fingernail at the base of his neck, dragging it down the length of his chest, “Depends on what you want to do withandto me. If the answer is nothing . . .” Cat moved as if she was going to turn around and go back into her room. “I’ll just go back to slee–”

Wyatt didn’t let Cat finish speaking before grabbing her waist and pulling her back into his chest. His voice was husky when he placed his lips inside the curve of her neck, “Think I can be pretty creative in the things I can do with and to you.”

Cat didn’t doubt it for a second, especially if just the heat of his breath made her shiver all over. When Wyatt’s mouth touched her heated skin, her head automatically fell backward to give him better access as they walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Epilogue

Syntax and Ran were on the private jet returning to Chicago. It was a long day and too close for comfort. Syntax took a long sip of whiskey, hoping it would relax his fraying nerves.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Ran responded in awe.

“Do what?”

“How you managed to take out the cell without telling Dillyn your secret.”

“I told you, Dillyn is on a need-to-know basis. She doesn’t need to know.”

“Today, she came close to knowing everything. Did you destroy the papers in the envelope?”

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